Against Julid's In-laws

The New Rich (OKB)

After the recitation, my husband and I deliberately invited my mother to talk seriously in the living room. The day after, we plan to return to Jakarta.

"Mom, my tahlilan show is over. So, what is the mother's decision ? Come with us, or Miss Dita, or do you want to be here ?" my many.

"Let's give me the keys to this house. Let me get you out here."

"Can't, Mom. I have to choose, where to go. If you want to stay here, the condition is not to be babu Mbak Dita." asserted my husband.

"You don't think bad keep the same mama. Some mothers are not servants, just help take care of their own grandchildren. What's wrong with trying ?"

"Mom, Ma'am, yes, if my son thinks so. Just look, modelan Mbak Dita most want free energy. He said it was rich, but the nurse couldn't afford it."

"Hey, look after me by the way." replied Mbak Dita out of the room.

"I dare to bet, I'm sure Mbak is willing to take advantage of free energy. But look, now her husband's job is alone. Remember, the son is taken care of."

"I'm meddling in people's affairs. There, you guys go back to Jakarta ! Make the head of a frown."

"How about, Ma'am ?" asked my husband not to respond to Ms. Dita.

"Mom's coming, Gas. You guys haven't been willing to help mom. Yes already, let the mother be the same. Mommy's life must be happier."

"Yes already, Mas. We'll just rent this house."

I pulled my husband into the room. It was clear to mother's answer. I hope he doesn't regret his decision. My husband and I are ready to put together the clothes that we will be carrying.

...

"Heh, Ayu ! Now I'm not afraid of you anymore. Look, later if you fall poor, don't ask for my help !" mbak Dita said as we passed each other in the kitchen.

"Hahaha, Ma'am, Ma'am. I'm happy, a lot of money. So it's diminished in my life, hehehe." I laughed satisfied in front of Mbak Dita's face. These newly rich people have a lot of style.

He forgot the concept of property, that all we have is the trust of the power. Whenever it can be taken according to His will.

"Damn it ! Be careful when you say that, I'm duct tape of your mouth."

"Bak thinks my mouth is fried onion jar, good to play duct tape. Mbak's brain should be exchanged in the market, know that there are those who sell brain contents better. Yeah, let's not go on err."

"So crazy, watch out for you !"

With an annoyed face, Ma'am Dita came out of the kitchen. Is it good that I ledekin ? Anyway, don't be the richest pretender, nyungsep just knows the taste.

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"Mom, Bagas pamit. It's a cell phone, if there's anything call it."

"Don't, I don't need you. After all, you never ever give money to parents. Calm down, now you can say anything."

"Good dong, Ma'am is not a burden on parents anymore, hehehe."

"Have a son to say !" snapped Mbak Taken Emotion.

"Be careful Bagas, at least I'll call you if you miss it."

We are returning to Jakarta. The house keys were deliberately taken, as agreed. Dita feels he has everything, so he doesn't need us anymore. Similarly, mother, he is very happy to be brought to move to the Palace Mbak Dita.

...

After a six-hour drive, we got home. I take a breath while smiling. Wherever you are, your home is the most comfortable place. It feels like when you go home, the burden of life immediately falls out. No more whispers that disturb comfort.

"Mas, are you okay with mom ?" ask me before we go to sleep.

"How come you're like that, baby ?"

"Yes, I'm not sure if you're with Mom."

"Let it be, sometimes it dawns on a person that they must make themselves feel tiredness and hardship."

"Yes, we also give cell phones, so if there are ways we can monitor from here."

"Uh, honey... You're not mad at me anymore ?"

"Sometimes sprained, angry too. But I can't hate. Love you, mother, until anytime."

"That's dong, my beloved husband's new name."

Mas Bagas kissed my forehead. Mainstay after tired hit, we strengthen each other through hugs. Although storms, hurricanes, typhoons, even tsunamis, we are ready to block. This is the art of the house, after tired of facing all the drama of life, we must embrace each other to harvest energy. So that it can continue to be strong to climb the steep road in the household that is being lived.

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[Bagas, I asked for money, isn't there?]

"Mas, mom chat !" I screamed as I was petting Kiara.

It's been almost two months not heard from mom, after contacting and sending strange messages. Why do you ask for money with Mas Bagas ? Where's Ma'am Dita ?

"Mas !" I yelled again, but Mas Bagas seemed to be busy bathing.

"I'll just give it back."

[What's the money doing, Mom ? Ma'am Dita does not give money to the same mother?]

[We give money anyway, but.].

[But what, Mom?]

Mom just read the message. Shortly after, there was a call from my mother. I'm gedor the bathroom door. Luckily, Bagas had finished his bath.

"Look, Mum."

"Who ?"

"Mother."

"Tumben phone, what's up ?"

"Well, dead hunt. I don't know either, Mom. Suddenly I asked for money. Don't be Ma'am Dita's not being nice with mom."

"Try me to call back."

Tuout...

The phone call back was not picked up. Strange, what's with the mother-in-law ? Almost five times we kept trying to contact mom.

"Hallo, Mom, what's up ?" ask Mas Bagas. Finally lifted up too. I use loudspeakers to listen too.

"Gas, I'm asking for money, isn't there ?"

"What's it made, Mom ?"

"Create..create .. Yeah, make a handle."

"Don't lie, Mom. For what, if it's not clear Bagas does not want to give his money."

"Hhmmm, make it. it doesn't, deh. I'm just asking for the house keys."

"Well, why not be ? Then, why do you ask for the keys to the house, whether you do not feel at home living in his palace Mbak Dita ?" many confused.

"Jeez, follow you, love the phone the same Bagas."

"Yes, Mom, Bagas is next to Ayu. Why, Mom ? try to explain."

"Hhmmm, gini.m mother wants to stay at home first, because she likes to miss the late father."

"It's really just kangen ? Is there something you're hiding from Bagas ?"

Mas Bagas and I were waiting for my answer, but I was silent and answered nothing. Until the call is finally over. My husband and I can only look at each other with questions in their heads.