BABE JADULKU

Part 45's

Back to Medan, the city where I was born and raised, the city that we chose to live in. Arriving in Medan, it turned out that husband love suprise, a surprise that I did not expect.

"Who is this, Bang?" ask my husband. As soon as he saw a half-old woman waiting in front of our house.

"This is the language of your friend here, the language of the cool housekeeping assistant," said Bang Parlindungan.

"The rude language of the maid," the woman continued while greeting me.

"When are you looking for this?" I'm still confused.

"That's the point of this, Dek, being used well, not to gossip," the husband said, pointing out his new HP.

"Cook ...?"

"Look, Dek, the Ucok is again rough, the Dede wants to come, adek must be hassles, so Abang invites this mother," said Bang Parlin, opening the door and allowing entry.

The mother came in and helped us lift our things. I still don't think, Bang Parlin paid for ART without asking for his approval.

"My name is Ratna, ma'am" the mother introduced herself.

"Where's mom's house?" tanyaku later.

"There, ma'am far away in the pit" replied the mother.

"When, where did my husband meet?" ask again.

"Oh, it's been a long time, Mom, but the father said it was postponed first, because he wanted to go home, the father called, so I came," said Ms. Ratna.

"Yes, I did" I said later.

The woman began to do her work, she began to cry, mopping, I rest because it was tired.

I'm getting pampered, there's ART, Bang Parlin is busy in his new business, he's still working with my brother. If my husband's work is a total person, he deserves to be successful as he is now. He had now started to change, HP never separated from his hands. Start out often for work. Often also receive guests of his business associates.

"Things have changed now" I said one night.

"Abang is still old, Dek," replied the husband.

"Don't love anymore,"

"Lo, how come you're talking?"

"Whoa, Bang, never again Brother swing the Ucok, never again sing a fad to sleep,"

"But it's the adek who said, add the effort so that more people are helped,"

"Yes, Bang, but you changed, this is just not sleeping" I said spoiled.

"Hmmm, this is my brother's bed" said Bang Parlin.

She started singing, her singing was like before. Bang Parlin treated me like a baby, my ass was patted as she sang. I tried to sleep. While we were with Ms. Ratna.

I don't know what I want, sometimes I feel selfish too. Husband has no activities, I continue to encourage you to look for other activities. Now he's busy, I want to be pampered. It feels like this is upside down, usually a wife who is a husband's mare, which happens to me a husband who is my mare.

At midnight I woke my husband, I thought he wanted rations, but what he showed was his HP.

"Look at this, Deck," the husband said, pointing out the status of a person on Facebook. Gini caption.

(A father can take care of four children, but four children can not take care of a father) so the contents, written a seakun named Halak Kita.

"Why, Bang, there are so many words on Facebook" I told my husband.

"But only four children," said the husband again, it turns out that my husband could also be offended by the status of people.

"Just a coincidence, Bang?" I said to calm my husband, he looked angry.

"It's no coincidence, Dek, this is a man from our village" the husband said, pointing to a profile picture.

Yes also, yes, what might be the response of the village people to the husband's family. Though the father-in-law who does not want to be taken care of, he who does not want to trouble his son. However, the view of others may be, have four successful children, but the care of parents is precisely someone else.

"Udah, Bang, let it go, sleep, yuk," I said to calm the husband. I went to sleep too.

In the morning after the dawn prayer, I was still lazy in bed, indeed my husband knew my needs, knew she was pregnant this time she was lazy, she was ART salary. He acted before I could think.

"Sir, see this, Dek?" husband said again. He woke me up that morning.

"What is that, Bang?" I asked while looking at his HP.

It turns out there is a new status like this.

(Free of wealth, but poor of faith, they wasted the way to heaven)

"He's an ustadz in our village, Dek,"

"Ustaz is that?"

"Maybe he doesn't know the situation, maybe he means well, he wants a talk,"

"Ah, is it still a good prejudiced brother?"

"It's not quiet, Dek, maybe in our village it's been the subject of scorn" said the husband again.

Usually my husband is a person who does not care about people's speech, even if considered poor, he will behave poor. But the matter of this old man Bang Parlin looked very serious.

I had the intention of contacting Fatimah, asking if there was a response from such a person. Fatimah explained, she often heard people talking so, often people ask Dad, why not stay with his child. But the answer Father-in-law always wants to be alone does not trouble his son.

Bang Parlin was really unsettled. "It is considered poor you can accept, but it is considered disobedient to parents, you cannot accept it" said Bang Parlin.

Just this time I saw this gallant husband, he wasn't calm from last night. Until I finally saw him call Bang Nyatan. They speak in batak, I have started to understand a little bit of this language basically Bang Parlin complained to Bang Nyatan about the problem.

Moments later, my HP shook, there was a video call from Kak Sofie, his wife Bang Parta. When the HP screen I shifted it turned out to be Bang Parta's phone. It turns out that this problem has reached Kalimantan.

"Nia, where's Parlin?" ask Bang Parta.

"That, Bang, again upset," I answered honestly.

"Yes, it's only natural that this is what the post is ustadz in the village, means that many people think we are children who abandon parents, we can not accept, he said, tomorrow I fly to Medan" said Bang Parta.

Husband's family became excited, just because of the Facebook status of an ustadz, amazing indeed. Sometimes I think how can the person from the status post that he does not know how the truth. Because of this status, the family became excited.

They were long distance, four brothers video call, I'm just a good listener. They are starting to understand what they are talking about, because they have often heard the language. They talked for a long time, their conversation was serious.

"How, Bang?" ask me once they're done talking.

"Tomorrow Bang Parta came, she wanted to pick up Dad," said Bang Parlin.

"If Amang Boru does not want to, how?"

"Bang Parta's words were forced, rather than our embarrassment," said Bang Parlin.

"Where it may be forced, Bang, just explain to the villagers, Daddy who wants to live alone" I said later. I really disagree when I should be forced.

Just because of Facebook status? But why not ask for an explanation to who posted the status? I borrowed my husband's HP, tried to send an inbox to the guy they called ustadz.

(Assalamu'alaikum) message.

(Waalaikumsalam, Parlindungan, alhamdulillah, my message until also, maybe your heart has been moved because read my status) reply very quickly.

(Have you crossed over to the one in question?) tanyaku later.

(What a cross, it is clear before your eyes, an old man who can not walk instead lives alone in the village, when his son four people, rich again, do you think, do you think, can your money buy your parents happiness? You love her a beautiful nurse who is not her mahram, what a blatant act you are) her message was immediately at length.

(Hey immediately judge, have you ever asked the father why he lives alone?) I am also angry with this guy.

(Already, we still have a family relationship, remember that, of course I often ask, kasian the father, the answer is cliche, do not want to trouble the child, but it is just an excuse to keep his child, marwah, parents lying for the sake of the child is commonplace) again.

(Heh, umtaz what the fuck you are, you know what the heart of people is, you know because your status is a family so excited, so, know you Bang Parta same Bang Nyatan up to want a case to fight for the custody of the father, they wrestle, people scramble for inheritance, they scramble to take care of the parents, but the Father chose to live alone, he said,) I was getting upset at last. Out also the soul of my bar.

(But all parents want to live with their children) he replied again.

(Do you, know what people want, don't share your views with others, now you remove your status, make clarifications, or we meet, apologize you're with Bang Parta, Bang Nyatan, Bang Dame, also Bang Parlin. Otherwise, watch out for you) exploding also finally anger me.

(This is who, instead of this, Parlin) he just realized it turned out.

(Heh, this is his wife, I've seen for myself with their eyes, they're fighting over their parents' custody, you know what)

(Oh, I'm sorry, I was wrong)

(Hurry up Bang Parta's phone, Bang Nyatan, they're all!)

(Yes, well,)

At night Bang Parlin looked happy, not looking at the gala.

"Ustaz was sorry, Dek, he called us one by one, Bang Parta was off" he said.

I'm happy, it turns out this is what it's like to be a hero.

* Still Lanjuuuut *