BECAUSE IT'S...MU!! Mother-IN-LAW

HURTS MY HEART...!

CHAPTER 2.

ZAHRA POV

Tomorrow morning as usual me and my husband pray Fajr together. Then I went to the kitchen to make my husband coffee. In the kitchen I saw Mom go into the bathroom, it seemed she was late getting up for morning prayers.I immediately brought hot black coffee to the terrace.

Mas Farhan and I have been married for almost three years and have not had children. We don't stop trying and praying. We never went to the doctor because we were healthy.

"Mas, here's the coffee."

"Yes, thank you, baby" my husband replied. I sat down in the chair next to my husband.

"Mas, I'll go to the rice field later, bring you provisions. I just warmed up yesterday's meal for breakfast. I'll cook it in the 10s. Today, I usually take part in studies at the mosque at that hour. So after cooking, I'm going to take lunch to the rice field. Can you please mas?" I begged him.

"Why not cook this morning?" ask and smoke his cigarettes.

"I haven't been shopping for vegetables, yesterday we ate no vegetables. Today I want to make Asem. salted fish, and an omelet!" my answer.

"Hm, yes. You just don't have to stay long. I'm saying you're hot in there!" said it.

"Yes, can I just use your caping?" I'm glad I finally got allowed to.

"Yes, can you love." Mas Farhan smiled at me. His smile made me faint, to hide my shame, I went to the kitchen.

"Mas, I'm going to go back first. You want to wash your clothes first!" my word.

"Yes dear," answered my husband gently. After that, stand up and walk to the bathroom to wash the clothes. Mom called me as soon as I got to the kitchen.

"ZAHRAS...! You didn't cook this morning?" his yell.

"Later abis nyuci ma'am!" my answer.

"Paste first there, Hungry Mother!!" The voice of the in-laws was very loud and the effect was snapping.

"Yes ma'am." I took the food that was put in the cupboard last night and I heated it. I added soy sauce seasoning to an already existing omelet. After I finished cooking, I put all the side dishes on the dining table and headed to the bathroom to wash.

The bathroom door I slid and I started washing. When I finished I went to my room. As soon as I reached the door of the kitchen room to the living room, I heard the conversation of Farhan's mother and father who were having a serious conversation. Sounds obvious.

"Where's Farhan? Come on, Mom's old...I want to hold a grandchild. If Zahra can't give birth to a child or Mandul, how?" ask Mother. I kept my ears shut to sound their mouths.

"Patient mother dong, Kan has just been married for almost three years. Maybe I haven't been entrusted with trust by God, Mom!" answer Farhan.

"Hm, you are, have you said, just divorce Zahra and you marry again. That's what Mom said, Minah Haji Sabeni's son already likes you. He is good, his family is good too. You're a schoolmate too!" mother's mouth again.

"Oh Mother, I'm married to Zahra. Don't be a gerecokine. I don't like Minah, she's a centil! Why is my mother dating Minah again!" sergeant husband.

"She's prettier than Zahra. Why don't you want to??!!" ask mother.

"I knew from school first mom...She doesn't really care!" refute mas Farhan.

"Well, who said it wasn't? The mother, you know, met her a lot in college, girls' time isn't really?" ask mom again.

"Hahahaha, he just wants to seduce Mom, after all he is flirtatious like changing partners or girlfriends from the first!" pasala mas Farhan.

"Huh! If you don't want the Minah no papa, then the mother will match you with her son Dara Pak Haji Juhri!" My mother gave me an alternative.

"Who else is that? I don't know!" answer me Farhan.

"Ah, you are told to know Mother. Anyway if until this week of the month Azzahra is not pregnant, divorce her!!" I heard it hurt so much, my husband was told to marry again by his own mother. They don't know that I crave a child, too.

"Well, is it that easy? I love Azzahra ma'am. He was kind, diligent worship, if my studies did forbid it, do you know yourself, who led the death of mothers huddlers like Mother, anyway I do not want to divorce Azzahra!" argue with my husband again.

"Just have to, I'll tell your sister, tell her to take care of that Zahra, bego's ghost, you idiot! Say want to be soh, same Mother ajah often mocked!" ledek my mother-in-law is unguarded.

"Oh Mother, I'm going to the rice field!" I heard Farhan standing up from the dining chair and carrying his plate back. I stood there and met my husband.

"Eh, what are you doing here, baby?" tanyakanya. I was the one who was shedding tears from the heartache of hearing their talk

I ran into my room and slammed the door.

BRAAAKKK

"HEY...!Don't slam the door! If it breaks you replace it!" I heard Mom screaming.

I cried on my stomach on the pillow and covered my face with bolsters. My heart aches hearing insults from my in-laws...Moreover, he asked Farhan to divorce me because we did not have children.

Mas Farhan walked into the room and closed the door quietly and locked it. He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked my back.

"Mas....I'm still strong if only Mom's homelins, but why should I be divorced! Huuuuu." I was crying again.

"Darling, I won't divorce you, just relax. Maybe Mother has long wanted to hold a grandchild, but we also do not want to prioritize destiny. We have tried our best" replied my husband trying to calm me down.

"Yes, but why should I be divorced? Why should we split up?!!" I still sobbed and cried again after remembering Mom who said I was barren.

"You are patient, dear. Do not listen to me, we are not married Mother" said Mas Farhan in a soft voice. He pulled my shoulder to sit on. I sat down and hugged him.

"Mas, I love you!" I said while hugging him tightly.

"Yes, I also know that you love me, I love you too!" He's stroking my hair.

"Mas don't want to marry again!" I said whining.

"Hahaha, who wants to marry again?" ledek.

"That's who you want to match up with, Minah? The virgin? So I'm divorced anyway?" I snatch.

"Chihui...I was the one who said, I refused. You heard it yourself, right?"

I'm speechless. Mas Farhan wiped the trail of tears on my cheeks.

"Yes, don't cry anymore. Go to the rice field first!" saith.

"Yes" I replied.

"Mas, I'll go to the rice fields later, okay?" my door.

"Yes, make sambel too, baby!" abugn.

"Yes, um." I got off the bed and took him outside. I kissed the back of his hand with reverence.

"Mas, leave first yes deck, Assalamualaikum," said my husband.

"Yes, Waalaikumsalam." I walked into the room and locked the door. I cleaned my room and went back out to the bathroom to dry the clothes I was washing.

After I dry the clothes, sweep all the floors in the house and mop the floors. After I finished, I went back into the room and I heard that Mom had come out of the room and locked her room. I never swept or mopped the floor of his room. Mom doesn't want me to go into her room.

"ZAHRAS...I'm going to go first..!!" he screamed from in front of my room.

I went out and kissed Mom's hand.

"Be careful mom!" He just walked without a greeting.

I just stroked my chest and closed the door. I went straight to the room to take the money to shop for asem vegetable and tempe sepapan. Then, go home and lock the front door to the kitchen.

Cut the vegetables and wash them, and stew the seasonings and boil the vegetables and put the seasonings in. I also fry tempeh that has been cut into large boxes. While waiting, I made a sambel. When it was all over, I took a shower. Twelve o'clock less, I locked the door of the house and brought two bushels to the rice field.

Arriving at the rice field, I sat in a small saung owned by Farhan mas. I saw him pulling the grass.

"Mas, have lunch first" I shouted.

"Yes." Yeah." And I saw him walking in the rice field and heading to the saung.

"Mas, Assalamualaikum." I kissed his hand.

"Waalaikumsalam Dek, ' he answered.

"Here eat the mas, I took out the two bushels earlier and prepared the lunch.

"Mas, this is eating it." I gave him a plate with rice and side dishes.

"Yes deck. I think it's good to eat it!"

"Hehehe, what's the most delicious food people say wife? Bener mas?" my many.

"Yes, honey. With love, hahahaha!"

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