Against Julid's In-laws

15 Years Later

"Mother ... Mother ..."

"Dear, why ?"

"Ara has finished the exam, this week is off, just waiting for graduation three more weeks. Ara wants to go to Mbah's place first, pick up Adek and Mbah for a farewell event later."

"Ready, we'll have a vacation to Mbah's place."

"Asek... Dad didn't come ?"

"Your father is still managing the work, he will follow."

"OK on."

Kiara walked into her room with a smile. Doesn't feel he's eighteen years old, will soon enter university. While my second child, Fahmi, went to school since graduating from Elementary School in place of Kiai Munir.

Since Fahmi entered the cottage, mother asked to stay in her old house. He is indeed very close to Fahmi, understandably from the beginning of brojol to large, caring mother. So, Fahmi was also very close to him.

I am grateful for the current condition of my family, these fifteen years feel at peace with the presence of my mother-in-law. About the mother's cancer, it can be cured because we took her abroad.

When it comes to Mbak Dita, he has been ten times in ten years he has not visited his mother. Not even her own mother.

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"Dad's gone home ?"

"You have lunch here, miss Ayang's cooking, hehehe."

"Huuuh, it's old still bucin."

"Good dong, the older the more romantic."

"Hehehe, the more pinter the dreadlocks, make my cheeks like tomatoes, nih."

"It's getting pretty, baby. Mother's face is like a rainbow cake cake is still beautiful."

"Ih, like a clown dong. What is insulting 'em ?" my lips are pursed in annoyance. This forty-year-old version of Bagas is getting annoying, but it makes me even more dear.

"Agod, angel. I want to eat."

"Okay dad, cus to the kitchen.

I pulled my husband into the kitchen for lunch. Then, call Kiara to eat together. My son swiftly poured rice and side dishes on his father's plate.

"Dad, what goldfish makes you so limp ?" ask Kiara. Such is the child and father, very close and likes to discuss random topics.

Kiara's her son looks like me, thin and brave. But he's more chatty than me, anything is discussed. It was very different from his quiet brother, like his father before him.

"Hhhmm .. goldfish made meatballs, hahaha, because your mother likes to eat meatballs."

"Wrong father."

"Ah, wrong time ? What's yeah..."

"Now is it ?"

"Good boy."

"Fish Mas Bagas, hahaha."

Jeez the boy, just want to eat still had time to pull out his crisp joke. Funny too, hehehe. His father pinched his son's arm gently because of the grating. Then, the joking session paused first, because we had to enjoy the food solemnly.

"Mother, have you told me father ?" I'm shaking.

Kiara immediately expressed her desire for a vacation. He was very excited to pick up his grandmother.

"Have the holidays ? Usually right before the breakup has to be rehearsed, Ara not performing anything ?"

"Ara won the highest test score."

"What's your highest score, Ra ?"

"No idea, Bun. You know, I usually rank one, hahaha."

"Huu, what a bitch." my lead.

"We'll see, Bun. I have learned by exerting all the elements of life, namely prayer, reading books, just as cheating, hahaha. Canda, Bun, cheating is a sin, if Ara ya learn dong."

"Good, father's son. Yes already, there is Mommy, all looking Mbah, it has been a few months no nengokin."

"Dad followed, yeah ?"

"Well, we're right, Dad. Ara also want to masakin cobek carp same Mbah. Mother anyway, can't masakin."

"Hehehe, understandably usually the cooked Mbak. You like to cook, Mother is told to sit sweet."

"Yes, too, ah, so miss Mbah. Ara day after tomorrow, well, Mother, Father ?" Dad showed me two thumbs. Kiara hugged her father.

I'm still getting ready to bring some clothes and souvenirs. All asking what mom wants to bring.

...

"Bring me a Bogor taro cake, Yu." said the mother on the phone.

"What else does it matter, Mbah ?" ask Kiara to join the tour.

"Don't do much of what matters to you here, Mbah seneng really. Nantih Mbah take a walk, you can meet Gus Fatih.

"Ih, what the hell, Mbah. Is he home, Mbah ?" I smile to myself, look prestige but also kepo, base Kiara.

"So, I love teaching njai here. Pol's good boy, fit for Ara."

"Ih, Mbah, Ara is still unyu-unyu, time is betrothed."

"That's what you mean, fit to be Ara's friend, you think..."

"That bet, you can learn religion with Gus Fatih. If you are a fool, thank God. Mbah agrees more with Gus Fatih with you."

"Au ah, Mbah likes weird. Anyway Mbah cooks a lot there. Ara otw's day."

"Every dear grandson of Mbah."

They chatted this and that, it looked like besti. While I, tidy up the suitcase. We are ready to go to Java. Hopefully there is peace, there is no conflict. You see, every time you go home there must be a fight between me and Mbak Dita, or Kiara and Lea. I don't know, I'm not surprised that Lea inherited her mother's ugliness, and looks like her father, too.

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"Change !" kiara shouted towards her grandmother who was sitting in a wheelchair.

The condition of an old mother does not make her able to stand or walk too long, but at the age of six heads, she is still connected to talk.

"Mbah's favorite grandson."

They hugged. Then, instead of hugging his sister, but yes, Fahmi is like a two-door refrigerator. Very different from her cheerful and chatty sister.

"That's it, laper !" whining Kiara.

"Ara, new also comes." I rebuked.

"Let's go, Ara wants to eat."

"Come, Mbah's grandson. In the kitchen there is already your favorite food."

Kiara immediately ate, the child was like starving, even though at the rest area was also eating. If I, sit down and enjoy the iced tea Fahmi made.

"May you stay here, baby ?" I asked Fahmi.

"Byeah, Bun. Just help Gus Fatih ngajar njai."

"Well, can you teach ?"

"Udah dong, Bun."

"God is the Mother's Son." I kiss Fahmi's head. God willing, he is a proud child in the religious field. His attitude is very independent, although his parents are quite wealthy prefer to live a simple life in the cottage.

...

"Aante ?"

"Lea ?"

"Ngapain Aunty here ?"

"Vacation dong, Lea. Where's your mom, not playing ?"

"Where do I know. Where is mbah ?"

"In the kitchen."

Oh, my God, that kid hasn't changed, minus the manners. Play nerobos just enter without greeting or kissing hands. I just ignore it, don't want to take it too hard. Said the mother-in-law, this attitude of her granddaughter is indeed so.

Lea likes to play here. Although mother is not too close to Mbak Dita, because of the attitude of Mbak Dita himself. But she was kind to her grandchildren. Even mother can put herself, she has her own way of dealing with her grandchildren who are of different character.