Against Julid's In-laws

Hardheaded mom #2

Being busy cleaning clothes, came the voice of the gambreng grandmother.

"Lye ! Bagas !"

His intention to return to Jakarta after the arrival of Mbak Dita isya, uh, magrib-magrib. Could be complicated about his business.

"Mas, take care of Kiara first, let me take care of your mother."

I'm out of the room, Madam Dita's in mom's room. Mother's face was very bright the arrival of her favorite child.

"Ngapain calling, Ma'am ?" ask me to go into the room.

"Well, come closer to you too."

"Why, Ma'am ?"

"You don't have to go to Jakarta, keep mom here. If you don't have the money to live here, it will be a loving mother."

Yes, same mother only give five hundred thousand, styles will guarantee me and husband.

"You want to go, if Mbak Dita wants to talk unclear, then talk the same pot."

"Serious sir, Ayu ! Where's the Bagas ?"

"Bagas !!!" yelled Mbak Dita.

"Bagas, come here first !"

"What's up, Ma'am ?" asked my husband to come over while carrying Kiara.

"What money do you need to spend a month ? Let Mbak take responsibility, as long as you keep mom here. Mom wants to stay in this house."

"No need, Ma'am, I can afford to live alone. Ma'am here, I'm going back to Jakarta."

"Keep who takes care of whose mother ? Which mother to take to Jakarta. Lazy with your wife, can high blood stay with Si Ayu."

"Eh, good to say. Try if you live with us. Must be peaceful, calm, comfortable, more fertile and prosperous. Do not equate to stay with Mbak, anyway, not high blood, but made typhoid because it was told to work rodi, hahaha."

"Much of your talk !"

"Come, Mas, we're still otw. Waste of time talking to your mom."

"Basar durhaka, you guys ?"

Bodoamat, do I care what Mommy Dita wants to say ?

"Bagas !" mbak Dita yelled at my husband's arm, blocking us out.

"Who's mom takes care, Gas ? I don't want to stay in your house. Mending you stay here, take care of me."

"Don't set up Bagas !" firmly husband. Out already his tiger fangs. Ma'am Dita was silent, like a frightened man.

"Just bring mom to Dita's house again."

"Can't, neither does his mother !" snapped Mbak Dita.

He then went into my mother's room. Not knowing what they were talking about, my husband and I were busy putting things in the car.

"Mom's coming !"

Mom's out with her bag. I looked at Mbak Dita, he smiled faintly. Strange, why did Mbak Dita affect mom come with us.

"Do you want to ?"

"Forced ! Here, go in mom's bag."

My husband and I looked at each other.BYes already, we just invite mom to come to Jakarta. Although a bit strange, he said he did not want to but come too. Maybe forced Mama Dita.

***

Less than a week here, I'm so fussy. His behavior is like a child. It's not about buying this, but every day asking to go home like a kid. Plus the crying is not clear.

"Mom's coming home, Gas. Anterin mom !"

"Yesterday why come if you don't want to be here, ma'am ?"

"You guys are making it ! Now that I'm healthy, just go home."

"How great are you, Ayu ! I want to be taken, if you can do it too."

Bugh !

Bagas closed the door very tight. Understand her emotions, just coming home from work disturbed continuously. Being pestered with words that make blood high. Plus, the factory is not doing well. We are short of funds and have difficulty paying bank debts. It used to be debt for additional capital. Why are you angry, Bagas, torment, torment."

"Aargghh, mom always makes mistakes ! I think I'm the son of the sultan, can go home easily."

Praang !

Mas Bagas threw a vase of flowers. Astaghfirullah, I was shocked amazing. Is the factory problem getting bigger until my husband can't control his emotions ?

"You're being rude, Bagas. If I'm nyesel's mom here. Mending mother lives with Dita." said mother went into her room.

I rubbed my husband's back so he could calm down. I understand very well, my husband is not a rude man, surely at this time he is in a depressed condition.

"Mas, relax, istighfar."

"It could be crazy of me, at work under a lot of pressure, at home just the same. I always make emotions."

"His name is also old man, Mas. Later about mom let me take care of it. Take it easy, think clearly, take care of our efforts."

"Sorry, honey..."

"Don't slam that vase, Mas. The price is cheap, but it makes me surprised to know. Danger if it hits our body or someone else."

"Yes, honey, sorry. I want to rest first, my mind is dizzy."

Very sorry my husband, let me ask you later what happened in the factory. After that, I thought of the solution.

While the husband sleeps, I leave Kiara at Mama's house, let her be calm and peaceful at her grandmother's house. I want to face my mother-in-law first.

...

"Mom, Ayu's in, yeah."

"Why are you here ?"

"Mom's going home, right ?" the mother-in-law nodded immediately.

"Tomorrow mornin' home, dad."

"Seriously ? You guys want mom to come home ?"

"Go home alone, Mom."

"Don't, ogah ! What if mom is straying ? Were you intentionally, so that mom would disappear so as not to disturb you again ?"

"Hadehh, just relax, Mom, you're not going to go away. It's big gini. Mom, I'll put it on the trip. Guaranteed to be safe and peaceful until home."

"You guys, what's the hard thing about anterin mom coming home doang ? You guys have a car, just anther old people are hard !"

"This is it, ma'am. Try Mom's phone. Mother's favorite child is rich, many more cars, time can not pick up ?" Mother was silent with a pouting face.

"Mother's favorite son can't pick up, right ? Well, from there you should know, mother's favorite child is not necessarily concerned. While me and Mas Bagas really care about mom. We don't mean mom here. Instead of getting high blood because of a lot of thoughts, mending mother home. My mother will stay in our house in the village. But, remember the conditions do not bring Mbak Dita stay there. And I don't want to be Dita's baby anymore."

"There are a lot of rules, Ayu ! Parents are being organized."

"It's not a shrewd thing, ma'am. But we made a deal, how ?"

You have to be forced to make a commitment. Otherwise he can continue to be stubborn and used by Mbak Dita. Even though I look like an ungodly daughter-in-law, I still love my mother. Where could have seen a middle-aged woman had to work hard, and her strength was squeezed.

"Hhhhmm,"

"If you don't agree, yes, I'm here. Or I ask to pick up Ms. Dita, keep mom living again in her house. I know this smart mother's daughter-in-law, I can make Mbak Dita come here, willingly, hehehe. But yeah, get ready for it to be babu again. How, Mom ?"

"Hmmm,"

"Don't think about it for long, Mom. Mom's time isn't much, if I change my mind, nih."

"Right, got a really complicated ghost. Yes, I agree !"

I forced mom to shake hands, sign in agreement. One problem solved. I called travel when I was a girl. Usually often back and forth to the father's house using travel Jaya Indah.