Against Julid's In-laws

Heartache

POV Mother

"Mom, where are you going ?"

Tears are falling from my eyelids. Unexpectedly, the child I loved so much even until the heart slapped me. O Allah, what is this punishment because all this time I have always been one-sided to Bagas ?

"Hiks, hyx,"

This heartache. A mother who always tries to give happiness to her child, even treated like garbage. Struck and hurt.

What less is your mother, Dita ? Whatever you want, I always try. But your attitude is getting outrageous. I understand that your energy is squeezed to help you, but you also have a heart. It is painful and painful, when treated harshly by the child himself. My late husband and parents never did that.

Drrttt drrttt

Drrttt drrttt

Dita kept calling, but I ignored her. When he slapped me, it seemed to me that he had spoiled the boy too much until he did his best. Right said Bagas all this time, I was wrong already too indulgent Dita.

Drrttt drrttt

Aldi's on the phone, I'll ignore it. Better call Bagas and Ayu. I have to apologize, maybe all this time the pain Bagas felt deeper.

Tutt...

"Gas, are you mad at me, son ? Not picking up the phone from my mom. Hix, hyx,"

I've called dozens of times, still no answer. Finally Bagas number could not even be contacted. Tears are getting louder, not because of heartache anymore, but the fear if Bagas hates me.

Tuuttts...

"Craise, pick up, son."

Tuuttts...

"Hello, assalamualaikum, ma'am."

"Well, thank God you picked up mom's phone, son. Where's Bagas, Yu ?"

"Bagas Bagas no Ma'am, but..."

"But what, son ?"

"Mas Bagas is angry with mom. Mother anyway, belain Mbak Dita continues. Just this time Mas Bagas raged, I just did not dare to get close. it was already well, Mom, I'm afraid hapenya thrown into the planet Saturn if caught call with mother."

"Dye... Hello, Ayu..."

The phone call was decided. O Allah, am I so outrageous that Bagas is wrathful ? What do I do if it's like this ?

I put my body on the bed, sideways. Enjoying the pain of my own actions. Chest pain when brought to cry.

"Grand .. uhuk ..."

Cough continues to hit, even though the treatment process has wanted six months. The pain still did not go away.

"Da-blood ?"

My eyes glared at the blood on my hands. I bleed a few times when I cough. I often neglect my health because I am busy helping Dita. Until taking irregular medication, but I didn't tell anyone including the doctor.

Geck... Geck...

"Mother Ratih, open the door."

"Catan ?"

"This is grilled chicken for Mrs Ratih. Don't eat late."

"From ?"

"From Ayu's. He also ordered not to call first, and maybe the number will not be contacted. But, Ayu will still give money secretly with mother. Hence Ma'am, such a bad child should not be kept. Bad face, his heart is like a seed of kedondong."

"Please tell Ayu and Bagas, I'm sorry. Now I regret always defending Dita."

"Not misheard, Mrs Ratih ? Emang Bu Ratih is flanked by Dita ?"

"So, the point is to say sorry, mom."

I took the roasted chicken from Intan. But he held my hand so as not to enter the house. I was lazy to chat a lot with Intan, although he was kind and helpful but his mouth was a hobby of gossip.

"Say first Mom, I just said to Ayu. Just tell me, Mom, don't hesitate. I've been like a mother, if you're sick, who helps first if not me."

"We. She slaps mom."

"Astaghfirullah, you bratty son of bint. Madam Ratih so do not be too good with Dita. I'll help you talk to Ayu and Bagas, let them say sorry, Mrs Ratih, and Mrs Ratih can stay with Bagas."

"Thank you, Intan."

Free to hide, Dita has indeed gone too far. I don't care anymore if Intan spreads gossip or gossip. As a mother, I have been hurt.

***

I locked myself at home for a week. Dita kept calling, Aldi also tried to persuade me by coming here, but I didn't want to. It should be Dita herself who came here to apologize.

"Radise... Train ! Open the door, I'm Ijah."

"Mbak Ijah, enter Ma'am."

Ijah came to bring vegetables. He said to keep Intan for me, told by Ayu. I was always moved by Ayu's attitude. Until the little things he always noticed me. But I've never really pleased him as a son-in-law. Only regret continues to shackle in the heart. I was instead tormented with Ayu's good attitude, because of the shadow of my faults that were as mountainous as her.

"You really got slapped by Dita ?"

"Do you know from whom ?"

"From Si Intan's. That's why I deliberately deliver vegetables alone, until the stall is guarded by my son first. Curious, how could Si Dita be insolent like that you, how is the story ?"

"Leave it, Ma'am. Maybe I'm the one who didn't educate Dita."

"Emang, this is all due to your own attitude, Ratih. So the child should not choose love. Shame Bagas and Ayu who always treated like stepchildren, but very good with you. Look, Si Dita, even tease you."

My eyes glazed over, Ma'am Ijah's words deeply slapped this heart. I feel more sinful, the burden of this guilt the more stifling the chest.

"I don't mean to choose, Ma'am. You know, Dita that's the kid I've been waiting for five years married, no kids. Plus first, Dita likes sickly, so until big I habit of paying more attention to Dita than Bagas."

"Oh, Train-Ratih, you realize, your attitude is outrageous. Especially with Ayu. If the Bagas is hard it is getting pressured. Different from Dita, you always try to support her. We are old, do not die leaving the same wound child. In this world there are not only ungodly children, but ungodly mothers also exist, well, your model is gini."

I cried when I heard the words of Mbak Ijah. His words seem cornered despite being delivered in a normal tone. My heart ached, remembering the bad attitude towards Ayu and Bagas.

"I-I have to how, Ma'am ?"

"Yes, apologize to Ayu and Bagas. Then, you just follow them, do not take care of Dita. Now you have to be tough with Dita, let her realize that without you she is too busy taking care of the child alone. Let's be aware, Ratih. Don't be flabby with a kid like Dita."

"I-iya Ma'am, but Bagas is angry with me, Ma'am. He won't even pick up my phone, hiks, hiks."

"Yes, must be angry, your own fault."

"What do I need to do, Ma'am ?"

"Only again, there to Jakarta samperin them."

"Yes, Mommy."

"Here, don't cry. I'm going home first yeah."

Ma'am Ijah came home, leaving me who was crying as much as she could.

In the afternoon I tried to call Bagas and Ayu again, still inactive. Tears shed. I keep forcing myself to eat so that I don't get sick. Who will take care of me if I am sick.

Geck... Geck...

Who's visiting after Magrib ? What is Ma'am Ijah ? But like a male voice.

"Lady..."

"Used... Aldi ?"

"Mom, mother why the hell, keep getting angry ? I have never been home for a week. I'm overwhelmed about two kids, Mom. About the slap, I'm sorry."

"You've gone too far, Dita. Even though I forgave you, the pain is still there. Mommy's heartache."

"Geez, Mom, his name was also accidental. Mom anyway, out-of-all. I was insulted when I bought food. Mother don't be selfish, pity dong same Dita. I have two children, take care of the big house, continue to have to cook and shop alone. Dita can't bear Mom, Dita's face is ugly like gini, embarrassed, Mom."

"Taste your own actions, Dita. I regret spoiling you. This time you take care of your life. I don't want to interfere."

"So, mother why the hell, just a trivial matter of being digede-gedein."

"Astaghfirullah, dare to slap your mother take it as a trivial thing ? What if you are treated like your child ? Remember Dita, from your little mother never slap you, nyubit never."

"Yes, Mom, sorry Napa. Okay, peace, Mom. If it's not the same Dita, who would you be ? No one will be worried. Although Dita is not much money, but if there is anything, it must be to Dita who is close. Not like the Bagas, far from here, continue to not care about mom."

"You don't care about me, Dita. Mommy's sick you're busy yourself. Meningan Ayu, only daughter-in-law but always care about mother, not so mother like babu."

"Don't you, mom's so weird. Don't use Si Ayu."

"Astaghfirullah, Dita realized. As soon as you change better, fear that your child will repay your bad deeds. I've felt the heartache of being treated as badly as a child I love."

I just close the door. Already unable to resist the annoyance, fear of release.

"Mom, open the door !"

"Let's just go home. Thank goodness, wrong by myself. Rasain. I like to be rude to you, but I don't dare to be rude to my own parents. You are crazy !"

Still heard the conversation Dita and Aldi from behind the door. Slowly the sound begins to quiet as the motor sounds get further away. I went into the room and dressed. Tomorrow morning want to take a trip to go to the house of Bagas and Ayu.

Though my heart doubts they will forgive me. There have been many mistakes I have made. But, if I don't apologize, the weight on this chest is getting heavier.