Against Julid's In-laws

The News Likes Grief

"Wow, this is a famous brand bag. Edan, this is really expensive. How can he buy this bag for me."

Anyway I have to permission first with Mas Bagas. If he doesn't allow it I'd better just give this bag to the cendol, or just sell it and then make the money to share with the beggar to be more useful.

I think buying too expensive stuff like this is overkill. Maybe, because I'm not really a conglomerate kid. Understandably, from the first usual shopping in the traditional market, with prices fifty thousand at most five hundred thousand. Although the market products, but the quality is also good.

"Mas, I'm given this bag to Abdullah. You don't get mad well, I'll love Cindy, or don't sell it. But don't throw it away, Mas, mubasir."

"Oh, that bag, just put it on, baby. Abdullah has permission to do so."

"Huh, seriously, Mas ?"

"Yes, honey, he's already licensed, instead of buying it. Just as a thank you for your hard work, and a reward for the achievement of your marketing team. Not only you, but Mas also bought the same branded wallet Abdullah.

Mas Bagas took out Abdullah's wallet, saying they were both twins. Dimas also said that Abdullah was very good to his business partners. Yeah, although it's a little weird, I think. Maybe because he is unmarried, so like to buy gifts for business partners, it could be so.

"Super, yeah, Mas."

"Don't think anything, baby. If it's unnatural, then go, fight."

"Hehehe, yeah."

We refocused our lunch. Thank goodness my husband didn't misunderstand me. Good thing I'm honest, otherwise it could be messed up.

On the sidelines of lunch, Mas Bagas' phone rang.

"Who's calling, Mas ?"

"Mother, baby. Tumben mom called."

"Just say, Mom."

"Hallo ma'am, what's up ?" ask Mas Bagas once the call is connected.

"Gas, your efforts are moving forward, why don't you tell me ?"

"Sorry, Mom, Bagas has been busy lately."

"Mom asked for money, Gas. You have plenty more money."

"Yes, Mom. Bagas eat first, later sent proof of transfer." phone connection turned off.

Wonderful, all mothers ask for money, even though we always give monthly rations. Is the money not enough ? We still allow my mother to stay in the old house. Mbak Intan is watching, he said mother has not been made babu again the same Mbak Dita. It is our pleasure to give money to my mother.

"How much transfer, baby ?"

"Love five million, Mas. Let your mother shop."

"Not most of them ? New monthly money Mas sent yesterday three million."

"Sir dong, Mas. We should glorify your mother, let alone fashion a lot of money kayaking right now, hehehe. Let it be a blessing, regardless of what kind of mother's attitude is."

"Thank you, baby. I learned a lot of science just like you."

"Yes dong, whose wife it was, hehehe."

Mas Bagas sent the proof of transfer, the mother was very happy to reply him with love emoticons while praying for her son. Slowly my mother began to soften. Perhaps, he embarrassed himself with our good attitude. Yes, although still slightly sided with Mbak Dita.

***

"Darling !" yell Mas Bagas with joy.

"What, Mom ?"

"Mas got an invitation to be a speaker on television, baby."

"Seriously ?"

"Yes, our pentol went viral, baby."

"Yeah... Thank goodness."

We both jogged with excitement. O Allah, which favors others are denied. Being given a little test turned out to be lifted the degree of our success. Incredibly, it does not hurt to be patient with problems. In every trial comes happiness. A beautiful gift that has been prepared.

"Ready, baby."

My husband kissed Kiara who was fast asleep. Then, it was my forehead that was kissed full of love. In the midst of our busyness to celebrate this happiness, the mother number filled the screen of Mas Bagas phone.

"Look, Mum."

"Assalamualaikum, Hello, Mom, what's up ?"

"It's me, Gaston. Your mother has a fever. I'm taking him to the hospital."

"Mom's sick, Mommy ?"

"Yes, Yu. I will check your mother as usual, because from yesterday it does not look out. Uh, it's sick, Yu. No more eating, nothing.

"Mbak Dita wasn't there ?"

"Boro-boro, he's busy managing his new business that doesn't work."

"New usaha ?"

"Yes, later, the language. I'll take your mother to the hospital first, Dad."

"Yes, Mother. Keep kabarin, yeah."

There is only one thing, the art of life is like this. The sweet and bitter taste is stirred up, as is the situation. Happy news, sad news also comes.

My husband was suddenly worried. I tried to call Mbak Dita, but it was not answered.

"Hallo Mbak Dita, called really hard, anyway."

"Well, why ? Your business must be bankrupt ?"

"Look, it's about mom. He's sick, look at him, Ma'am."

"I'm busy ! You guys take care of it. So don't be busy looking for money !"

"Mbak !" yells annoyed. He accidentally switched off the phone.

"Udah, no papa, darling, most mothers are in ordinary pain" said my husband to calm my heart, but his face could not lie. He's very worried.

"Hhhhhhh."

We are still waiting for news from Mbak Intan. I also sent money for transport fees and handrail money to Mbak Intan, just in case there is something to pay. At first the husband also wanted to wait for news at home, but there was work that could not be left. So, I told my husband to keep working.

"Hallo, what, Ma'am ?"

"Your mother-in-law is being cared for, Yu."

"Astaghfirullah, how can it be treated ?"

"Pass in check there's a possibility of getting lung, keep fever high, so it should be treated."

"Oh my God, Ma'am, put mom first, yeah. I want to talk to Ma Bagas to get there."

"Have the One Come Here, Yu."

"Udah on the phone, Ma'am. But he doesn't want to. It's busy."

"Malin's drip on her button, well, udh you arrange to come here, while let me take care of mom."

"Thank you, Ma'am. Sorry about the nicotine."

"Casual, Yu. Yes, I take care of the administration first. Your mother wants to be moved to the ward."

"Yes, Mother. Later Mbak chat how much it costs well, Mbak."

"Ready."

Phone connection disconnected. I went to my husband's office because it was difficult to contact him. We discussed, I decided to go to the village using a private driver. Mas Bagas can not go to the village first, many urgent work affairs, plus there is an invitation to be a resource person.

Finally, we agreed, I will return to Java tonight. Poor mom, it's old no one's taking care. He only has two children, but his favorite son is totally unreliable. Strange too, not usually Madam Dita is very indifferent to mother, especially she knows the condition of mother is sick like this.