Against Julid's In-laws

Master's Eating Weapon

New year's holiday has arrived. Mother deliberately asked us to go home, mumpung was the moment of the new year. She said she also misses visiting the father-in-law's grave. So, we decided on a new year holiday this time, we vacation in the village.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumsalam, finally the host came."

"Alhamdulillah, Abah Yai, Miss Nyai." We shake hands with each other.

"Monggo, Monggo."

"Mbak Ayu, Pak Bagas, and Bu Ratih, let Ahmad carry his belongings." said the first child Kiai Munir.

"No papa, Gus ?" Gus Ahmad nodded, then he helped us carry some goods with Mas Bagas, because we did bring quite a lot of goods.

Kiai Munir, his wife, and his two children were deliberately waiting for us until late at night. He said he wanted to meet, because all this time we only communicated about the afterlife business by phone.

This house has changed a little bit since we were here. The sofa is moved to the television room because the living room until a special terrace is used for the place where children teach, so the room must be emptied. There are only small tables.

"Change Yai, thank you for waiting for our family until this late."

"I am so happy to see you guys. It's been hitchhiking here all along, but it's only now meeting the host."

"Bah Yai do not hesitate, we are very happy this house is more useful, than left empty."

"Mr Nyai, this is a little gift from us." I tossed five stacks of my favorite Bogor taro cake.

"Asik snack." said a small child who was about five years old. Looks like he's Kiai Munir's son. I've seen it in the photo made WA status by Bu Nyai. It turned out that his son was very handsome, the auras of great people were already attached early on.

"Say what, Fatih ?"

"Maacih."

"Together, Gus Fatih."

"Thank you, Ms. Ayu. Ahmad, please prepare a drink." said Bu Nyai to his first child who was twenty years old.

We sat together and talked about a lot of things. Including the plan to expand this place of study, because Abah Yai intends to establish the Madrasah also here. In the back area, the land is still quite large, so it can be used. It's just, we have to talk again about buying and selling back gardens owned by the late father's brother."

"Then we go home first, assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam, Abah Yai."

At ten o'clock in the evening, we were only able to rest after about an hour of chatting with Kiai Munir and family. I went into the room. This room looks clean and tidy. Seems intentionally cleared. I did allow the Kiai Munir family or its students to stay here and use the furniture.

"Woy ... open the door !"

"That's Dita's voice, ma'am."

"Have, don't open it. I just rest, must be tired of long trips. Honey, you're resting too."

"Yes, Mum."

Okay, I'll say hello tomorrow to Dita. He screamed many times, but no one responded. Anyway, these nights don't have anything at all when you visit. Shouts are like people who are not sane.

"Woy, open !"

"Mother !"

"Bagas !"

My son Kiara is asleep. I'm curious to see Madam Dita. For half an hour he was still faithfully knocking on the door and screaming indistinctly.

"We, the next neighbor here, it's hard tomorrow."

"Your dream ! They're obviously here for the holidays. You like to make my head go round. Stay home, cook, take care of the kids what's the hard thing anyway ?"

I close the ears to the door. Excited to hear the conversation of the two most harmonious lovebirds on the face of this earth.

"Darling..." Mas Bagas' voice surprised me a little.

"Eh, Mas Bagas."

"Gapain over there, let's go to bed."

"But Mom, you're so noisy."

"Just ignore it, baby. We set the music so that it is not disturbed by the sound of Mbak Dita."

I haven't answered, Mas Bagas has already pulled me into the room. We hugged each other, despite the many annoying voices from Mbak Dita. We just ignore it, still fun to make out until the dream picks up.

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"Well, nongol is also you !" yelled Mama Dita from a distance. I was sweeping the courtyard, shocked by his behavior. It's like someone chasing a thief. Must be early in the morning already want to riot.

"Why, Ma'am ?"

"Malah. Last night I came here why wasn't the door open ?"

"Oh that, intentionally, Ma'am. We all want to rest, tired."

"So straight, by the way, don't feel guilty at all."

"Not a !" I replied steadily with a relaxed expression, then continued sweeping. Mbak Dita getting furious, he stomped his feet annoyed.

"Where's mom ? I already know everything that's going on. Because of staying with you, my mother got cancer. Surely you love my mother poisonous mushrooms huh ?"

I exhaled a rough breath while throwing a broom as hard as I could. Dita looks shocked at my behavior. Mbak Intan who happened to be in the yard was approaching.

"Eh, you wanna make a fuss ?"

"Sir, Ma'am. Wanna see mom, right ? Speaking dong. Short ! Mom.. mother..." I shouted near the door, then sat in the front seat. Very lazy early in the morning like a storm, I take it easy. About sweeping later I continue again.

"Dita, why are you here ?"

"Gosh, you're not happy I'm here ?"

"Mom's just lazy to argue with you. Your arrival always makes mom dizzy."

"Enak aja, I should be aware because I live with Ayu, my mother got cancer. Ih, really serem. Here, for the last time Dita gave a chance for mother to return to Dita's house. Guaranteed not to be sick." My in-laws smiled, then rubbed his son's shoulders.

"This disease means the Gusti Allah awakened the mother not to choose love anymore. Sorry Dita, I want you to be independent. But I will always pray that God will guide you. You don't worry about mom, Ayu and Bagas are amazingly good with mom. They give you whatever you want." replied the mother with a smile. Mbak Dita is getting hotter.

"Hahaha, look tuh, Dita, Mrs Ratih more and more filled body, looks seger, and well groomed. Doesn't fit you, sickly and soybean. Well, well, Si Dita is not aware." said Mbak Intan meredek.

"Shut up !" snapped Mbak Dita.

He stared hard, at a loss for words. Intentions want to demonize me, even weapons eat sir. His ugliness was finally evident.

"Look, Mom, someday you'll never care about me !"

"And you, Ayu ! I pray your children will be evil, just like their mothers. Bad, separate me from my mother. From now on I won't consider you family !" mbak Dita snapped with a fiery tone. He left with a burning heart condition, filled with the anger generated from that spite of himself.

Let's see, Mother, bad prayers will never be granted. Focus on taking care of each child. I'm afraid you'll be treated badly by your children, just like you did to your mother. Didn't the fruit fall not far from the tree ? May you be insyaf, Ma'am.