BABE JADULKU

The Part 28

While in the village, I really became a burden, now my legs have been sprained, sick taken to the road. But Bang Parlin remained faithful to take care of our baby. Here I'm treated like a queen, I can't cook. Last I knew, I couldn't cook because my cooking never fit on their tongues.

My father-in-law was much older than Bang Parlin. Maybe this old man is a descendant. I was very surprised to see my father-in-law brush his teeth with sand. We ate together at the river. Sand and water are put in the mouth, just rubbed using the index finger. Teeth are white, but not that? What if the sand is swallowed?

"It's a toothbrush, Mang Boru," I said later.

"Father never used a toothbrush" said Bang Parlin.

"Haaa?"

"Yes, my father is an acute old man, I never even use soap if I take a shower" said Bang Parlin again.

"So what's it wearing?"

"Wear the stone,"

Yes, God, in this sophisticated era there are still people who never use soap? But my father-in-law looks clean, doesn't smell, just smelled of tobacco.

Eating on the riverbank was very delicious, more delicious than eating at a fancy restaurant. The side dishes are all sought after by themselves, for fish, husband and some people go to the net, for vegetables, mothers take their own. Here vegetable gardening is difficult, must be fenced high, because many cows roam.

During the three months in the village, I could really escape HP, usually one hour did not see the communication device, it seemed that there was less, now it was three months.

The elementary school was finished, started accepting students, all for free. Bang Nyatan and Bang Parta and we subsidize the school. Again I am trusted as treasurer. Bang Parta and Bang Nyatan routinely send to my accounts every month.

"Udah satisfied you, Dek," asked the husband one morning.

"What's the big deal, Bang?"

"Satisfied in this garden, when do we go home?"

"Come on, Bang, it's adem, right here,"

"Adek now there are activities, so the finance minister of the foundation, next year, the Kindergarten school will be built, in this area there is no Kindergarten," said the husband.

'Yes, Bang,"

"Dad told us to go home, he said to pity the parumaen," said Bang Parlin again.

"Who is parumaen?"

"Yes, Adeklah,"

"But he used to call him Father, maen,"

"Yes, same thing,"

Bang Parlin gave me the freedom to live where, want in Medan, want in the village, or in the garden, all up to me, Bang Parlin he said. Sometimes I feel too organized husband. I want to linger here for fear that my husband is more dependent HP, selfish me, even though Bang Parlin wants to live in the city to enjoy life.

Finally we returned to Medan, my position as treasurer might be able to work from the city. My job is only to receive and distribute funds, pay a teacher who is only three people.

Arriving in Medan, we were surprised by the state of the house that was disheveled, the mattress upside down, the contents of the closet came out all. Our house turned out to be a mess. Many valuable things are missing.

The strange thing is that there are no broken doors, the windows are still intact.

"We're calling the police, Bang," I said later.

"No, Deck" replied the husband.

I just found out, the police station is one of the places Bang Parlin avoided. But do we have to give up our home.

"Ulos the Ucok is missing, Dek," said the husband.

Of the many lost items, he was sad Ulos Batak was lost.

"Second, the ulos was over sixty years old, sad brother, Dek," said the husband.

"Would we call the police?" I said later.

"Duh, how's it going, Deck?"

"Dadah, Dek, no need, we use the traditional way, this is an emergency, right?"

Ah, my husband is talking strangely, what traditional way? What emergency? At times like this, he can still be calm. Bang Parlin was like that, losing even three hundred million money he remained calm. But what makes me love more, he can panic if something happens to me.

"How traditional, Bang? What's the emergency?" my ask while giving the Ucok to him and start berberes house.

"Look, Dek, when you were at the boarding school, you were taught how to return lost goods, but you have to be emergency first, you can't use it to make money." the husband explained.

"Yes, that's right, Bang," I said as I arranged the scattered clothes.

"But Deck, the thief will be sick,"

"Believe is like a thief,"

"Good, Deck,"

Somehow the way Bang Parlin did it, how could the lost item be able to return? Actually I don't believe it, but I'm just saying, who doesn't want the goods back.

All day I've been home, taking breaks just to give breast milk to my son. Bang Parlin just a day guarding the child, he carried while singing, his singing was always strange to be heard by me, Yes, indeed an old-school husband, as well as his musical taste is old-fashioned.

In the evening, I rest, the body feels like crumbling that all day berberes a messy house.

"Bang, sing a song, Bang," I asked my husband. Yes, while in the village this song is like a lullaby for me, besides Bang Parlin, Father-in-law also likes to sing it.

"Here I go, Dek, maybe tired," said Bang Parlin, holding my nape.

While singing small, husband massage my back, enjoy the taste. The Ucok was already asleep, I enjoyed sleeping while being sorted, sung a song to gibber. How good is this life.

But what is this? the order of her husband just getting down, no matter which one is sore which is sorted, as soon as later, my negligence has been revealed, is fate, the address of the body added this sore.

My phone sounds, forced massage activity that makes me forced to keep this stopped, I see the HP screen, it turns out my youngest brother who called.

"Hello, sister, it's Mira, I'm sick" he said. Mira is the wife of my youngest sister.

"What pain, Mira?"

"His stomach was suddenly sick, his body had a fever, he didn't say the name of his sister" he said.

Duh, what's wrong with my sister, immediately lost the passion that had been in the crown, I turned off the phone and immediately I told the husband.

"Innalillah," said the husband.

"What about, anyway? why is it illegal, my brother is sick, not dead,"

"He's the one who's swinging in our house, Dek,"

"Kok Brother knows?"

"Yes, I see, the one who stole will try to contact us and return the so-called steal," the husband said.

"Don't do that, Bang, my sister is a wayward, but not a thief, let alone her brother's own house" I said. In my heart I justify the words of my husband. The key to this house does have a duplicate of my sister, because she used to live here, this was our parents' house. But I try to keep it off, I can't accept my sister stealing her own brother's.

"Sir, Abang also did not expect, but that's the case, three times Abang practiced this," said the husband again.

Duh, my sister, maybe she hurt us, but the punishment felt so inappropriate for my sister. She is my real sister, after all.

"So how's this, Bang?"

"Yes, that's it, he has to return the thing he stole,"

I took the HP again, I called my sister, "return what you stole, right now," I said later.

"Stole what, brother?" Mira was confused, maybe she did not know what her husband did.

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