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

A STATEMENT FROM MY HUSBAND...!

Chapters 12.

POV AZZAHRA

I was crying and crying. I finally fell asleep. At 11 I woke up and remembered I hadn't cooked anything. I got up and went out of the room to the kitchen. And cook a potluck, because I don't buy fish like my husband asked. Fortunately there were still a few pieces of fish yesterday that had not been cooked. I speeded up the cooking and made coffee for my husband there. I'll go to the rice field immediately. The three of them did not see the nose.

It looks like they're going all three. I immediately locked the front door of the house and went to the paddy field. Twelve o'clock and five arrived at the saung. Mas Farhan was resting in the saung.

“Assalamualaikum.”

“Waalaikumsalam, dek.” I kissed the back of my husband's hand with reverence and immediately opened the chain. “Sorry mas, I was late, I fell asleep so I was late cooking.” I said to him.

“So papa deck. You sick?”

“No mas, I'll tell you later that you've eaten!”

“Iya deck, mas hungry, good thing you're coming soon. Yesterday mas even wanted to go home this abis, fortunately you have come”

“Iya mas, eat yuk, this is rice and side dishes”

“Iya deck. Is it still yesterday?” ask husband.

“Iya, I overslept!”

“Hm, you fight again yes same Mother?”

“Iya mas, Mother, Dona and Sister Santi were angry. Sister Santi and Mom were mad at me, because I threatened dona last night!”

“Hm, yes sorry Mom yes deck, later I reprimand Mbak Santi.”

“I really don't papa mas, It's just me if there's physical play I don't like!”

“Hah, what are they doing to you, baby?”

“The mother had grabbed me mas.If only talk, I did not papa mas, it is usual. But if it takes me, I'm gonna fight back, too, because she's your mother. I just accept it!”

“Well, not really this! Mother why always hit you or play physically yes, to you. I don't think, I can be that rough!” “Hm..Yes it is already a mas, do not need to be extended. But I want it to be the same you can?”

“By honey, what do you want to ask?”

“Kata Mbak Santi, you are his girlfriend Dona yes in High School first?”

“Uhukk.” He coughed and spouted rice in his mouth.

“Uhuk uhuk uhukk..!”

“Pelan-pelan mas..!”I gave him a glass of water and he sipped it.

“What? My boyfriend at High School? Says who?” My husband scrunched his forehead.

“Said Santi, mas!”

“Hahaha, he was after me, but I never became like him. I didn't like him the same way before. He was arrogant ever since his Father became rich!!”

“Hm, really mas?” I asked while staring at the two neutrals.

“Yes Allah my wife…..Really dear, I'm not boong!” answer again.

“Ya already,” I replied.

“Kan already said, he was to my house continues, he always gives goods to Madam Santi to match me with him, he said, but I've never been angry and always run away when he's home. Really honey, you don't believe in me?”

“Hmm...I believe mas, strongly believe.!” I poured my coffee into the plastic cup I was carrying.

“This is the coffee."

“Please love.” He took a cigarette and lit it. Coffee he sip a little.

We soon returned home. When we got home, we both went into the house. They haven't come home yet. Mas Farhan Mandi and we pray Dzuhur together. After that we took a nap. I woke up hearing a noise from the living room, and I got up out of the room to go to the bathroom.

I opened the door and they were silent. I closed the room again and walked to the bathroom. After that I washed the bushels and dirty dishes and went back into the room. As soon as he held the doorknob of the room, Santi yelled at me.

"Dam!! Mandul, where are you from?!!" ask her with a loud tone. I looked at him

"From the fields" I answered and opened the door.

"God! I'm not finished talking! Play go away! Farhan's gone home yet?"

"Well, good to you, take a nap together, like a rich man!"

"Emang Si Zahra is so, sleeps a lot from her work" said the cynical Mother. I stared at my mother, and was still silent. Mom threw her face the other way as she spoke.

"Well, good to be a ghost, sleep ngelonin her husband" said Dona.

"Hm...Want you guys what? Don't you talk, Don!!" I'm staring.

"Loh, did I tell you what it is??1" while laughing cynically and looking the other way.

"Yes, but you have no right to judge me and my husband! I'll beat you up!"

"Takuuttt..." He mocked me with a frightened gesture.

"Haha...The poor are doubtful! Pula pondering!!" sahut mbak Santi's. I came to Santi's mother.

"What right does Santi have to comment on me like that?" I asked with a slightly raised voice.

"Yes the truth!"

"What truth? The fact that you're foya-foya with money from Mom?" my challenge.

"Eh, how dare you say that to me?!!" He stood up and slapped my cheek.

PLAAAKKK

I stroked my cheek that he slapped, hot and definitely red. But I did not speak or complain.

"You dare to be with me!!? Huh!!"

"Udah Hajar ajah San, kayak people are not to be loved...Hihihii." Dona's pumping Santi.

"Nih ..!" He pushed my left front shoulder.

 "I'm just like Santi, why would you slap me?"

"Yes, you deserve...Want another slap from me!!"

"Huh mbak, I don't like to be treated like this...!" sahutku hard.

"Keep lo, what?"

PLAAAKKS

He slapped me again on the same cheek.

"Fuck you Mommy!"

PLAKKKK

I slapped her cheek and she fell backwards and held her body with her hands on the table.

"Damn lo!" He wanted to roll his hand back and I dodged it by catching his hand and twisting.

"Addduuhhhh....Saki..."

"ZAHRA Take your hands off!!!" Mother helped him and tried to let go of Santi's hands so as not to be twisted by me.

"Still playing slap ajah!! Huh!!" my threat.

"Duhh yaaa nggaakkk...?!?!!!"

I let go of her hand and she backed away from me. Dona who was already standing up wanted to help also took a step back. I went to Dona.

"You, if you dare to tease my husband, I break your legs and arms! Remember that!"

"Yeahaaa..No" he answered in fear.

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