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

FORCING MOTHER...ABOUT THE LAND LETTER!

CHAPTER 4.

POV AZZAHRA

"Your mother and father owe you and your brother to your Uncle!" answer mother.

"Oh my goodness...They've told him not to get paid again!" replied husband.

"No way, debt is debt! You want what you eat and it's not halal!"

"Well, there's been talk with uncle and uncle!"

"Easy! Where's the land letter! I'll sell it somewhere else!"

"Astaghfirullah Ma'am....Don't have to live a luxurious life. I'd like to show off to other mothers if you're rich, you're a money guy!"

"Farhan!!! You always say that like Mom!"

"Mother, why do not you learn from the experience of Mother, the mother used to shop often unclear, poya-foya with glamour. Our mother must be self-aware! How much land do you sell without your first understanding!" the answer.

"Heh, you're impudent!!"

"Mommy also always gives property and money to mbak Santi, you already know that her husband Mbak Santi is working, there is no way she has financial difficulties!"

"Yes, but he doesn't eat sometimes, sometimes owes money to neighbors! Why the hell are you so suspicious of your brother!!??"

"Yes already...I still don't want to give the letter, it's the father's legacy, because the land is still there besides the rice fields!" Mas Farhana way to aranh my room. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He came in and shut the door hard and locked it.

He sat down beside me and rubbed his face in annoyance. He was quiet for a long time. I stroked his back and rubbed his hair.

"Bath first, the abis we pray yuk, mas," I said slowly. He raised both his hands that covered his face.

"Yes deck. Take a shower, yeah!"

"Yes, um."

He went out to the bathroom. And I prepared the shirt and shorts. My mother went back into my room.

"Heh, where's the letter!!" He pulled my arm and pressed it again.

"I don't know mom...ADAWW...Sick mom...!!" I shouted and I moved away from him to the bedside.

"Watch you, if you don't give it to Mom tonight! You leave here tomorrow!!! I don't want you to stay here anymore!!" he pointed at me and his angry face.

"Okay, I'll get out of here!!" My answer.

"Hahahaha, good, you cheap lady! Barren woman! Just one month from getting married instantly pregnant, you are already three years married still not pregnant! BARREN you!" He quickly walked to his room again. I sat on the edge of my bed holding my arm pressed by Mother earlier. Tastes kemeng.

Mas Farhan came in and found me closing my eyes because I was about to cry.But I hold it and pretend nothing happened so that he does not suspect the incident.

I walked outside the room and headed to the bathroom to grab Wudhu.CSafter that we prayed Ashar congregation.

After cleaning the mukena and prayer mats I wait for the Farhan mas finishedCberdoa. After she finished she immediately folded her chest and sat down beside me.Cdia held my right hand and kissed the back of my hand.

"Why deck?"

"Mas, I'm going home tomorrow..!" I'm staring.

"No deck, you can't go home, Mas here will take care of you!"

"But mom forced me to hand over the mail!"

"Here, tomorrow morning the letter will I ask to be kept in the house of Mr. Anggorosaja, he is a good person, he will not sell the land!”

"Hm, but mas...?"

"Here you go, I'll take care of you...!"

"Well, would you like to eat again?"

"Good on."

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That night I was restless, I couldn't sleep, and I could only go back and forth but it was hard to close my eyes. But I finally went to sleep too after Farhan's hands suddenly rolled around my waist and I couldn't move anymore. Finally my eyes closed on my own.

I woke up before the dawn of Adhan, I used to cook rice first then I soaked clothes in the bathroom. I took Wudhu and went into the room again. Kusholat hajat dua rakaat and pray to Allah to be given guidance on the problem I am facing.

Five minutes later, Adhan Fajr reverberated. Mas Farhan turned out to be literate and saw me tidying up my clothes that I was doing so that I would later if I had to go I just put them in the suitcase and left.

"Why are you in the closet?" ask my husband from the edge of my bed.

"Nothing about it!"

"Hm, have you been praying at dawn?"

"Not yet mas, abis salat hajat only."

"Hm, yes already, Mas want to take ablution first, you are still not void right?"

"Yet mas.'" I closed my closet and I prepared Sajadah for my husband and I put the holster for my husband on the bed. I put my face back on and I spread the prayer rug behind my husband's prayer mat. Soon enough, Farhan went into the room and put on a sarong and also wore his black skullcap. He became my morning prayer priest as usual. After the Fajr prayer, I waited for my husband until he finished praying. Then I kissed the back of his hand with reverence. He kissed my forehead.

"You don't think about the land letter. I will take him to Mr. Anggoro's house this morning before I go to the rice field. If you're angry, just shut up, and just sleep in the room, lock the door!"

"Mas, I'll have to bring you lunch later." "Yes, no papa, you cooked it like yesterday, I'll wait for noon, baby?"

"Yes, um." We stood up and I folded my prayer mats and my face.

"Want coffee?"

"Dear, cook first!"

"Farhannn!!" my mother's voice called my husband out loud from outside the room.

"Yes mom...!" My husband came out and I stood behind him.

"Give me the land letter!" Mom's hand was held up.

"Mom, I've kept it in the bank!" replied husband.

"Huh, at the bank? You guarantee??!"

"No, I don't want riba ma'am!"

"Why do you keep it in the bank?? HUH!!"

"I'm gonna keep it in a bank vault, just to be safe. All those who would take it would not be able to, except to get my permission and my signature!" my husband replied calmly.

"When did you know that?!" ask Mom while she is on her waist.

"Yes tau dong ma'am. I don't have many friends, the process won't be long."

"You're boong with Mom. Did you go to the rice field yesterday? When did you get to the bank?"

"I was escorted by my friend yesterday afternoon after Azzahra to the rice fields!"

"Ohhh...So you went to the rice fields carrying food while carrying the earthen mail as well? You are boong with Mom!! Watch out for you Azzahra!!" threaten mom.

"Hm, ma'am, don't expect me to take that earthenware! Surely I'll pawn again to get money. Make mom foya-foya again kayak first, when you are still there, realize mom....!"

"Heh, you son of disobedience with your own mother badly thought!! You two are fighting Mom!!" Suck Mom with a very angry look.

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