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

SANTI...!

Chapter 6.

POV AZZAHRA

We went into the room and Mas Farhan fell asleep on the bed. I sat next to his body on the edge of his bed.

"Darling, how did it go? I'm confused how you can fall?"

"Look, I was going to take a nap, from the kitchen I already knew mom came out of her room. Keep me taking the broom forward, I mean to sweep the porch straight in. Well fitting me through the room, why open the door a little. I peeked, uh it turns out that the contents of the closet have been a lot of mess on the floor, and I saw my mother standing on a wooden porch chair. I pulled him down because I was picking up that big suitcase..." I pointed towards the suitcase bag that I was raising again.

"Well I pull, tell down because the porch chair is not really mas, so I ask Mom down afraid of falling, I hold mom too until her left foot is on the floor. but it turned out that Mom's right hand had pulled the suitcase bag, and it fell on Mom's head. But he can hold it and then he's out of balance and falls. The suitcase slipped off and fell over there, thankfully not crucifying Mom." My story to my husband.

"Mother fell backwards and her head hit my upper soles not directly onto the floor!" my continue.

"Hm, mom, why did it go up, baby?" ask husband.

"When you look at the messy closet, I guess I'm looking for the earthenware, ma'am!" seriously answer.

"Hmmm...Good thing I've brought it to Mr. Anggoro's house..!" chirps mas Farhan.

"Mom why, mas? So very good with that land. Want to sell, maksa!"

"So this is how it is, dear the story. But don't hate Mom after this?" Mas Farhan was silent for a moment.

"Yes, I love you" I replied. "So, baby, it was five years ago, my brother, mbak Santi want to get married, and at that time Mother was very cool, because the future husband mbak Santi was PNS, PNS, So I am happy and always tell all the neighbors, that the former candidate will be a rich man and have a high position in his office later!" her story. He was silent for a moment.

"The father of that time was sickly on the deck. And finally made a massive Wedding Party event and without the knowledge of the father, it turns out the mother sold some of the land of this house to a neighbor, Pak Haji Masyur. The transaction was under the hands of anyway that time it was below the market price, but not much, so it was still expensive. It used to land this house up to two blocks to the left side of the deck." Farhan mas story again.

"Do you know?" manya curious.

"Well that's it, because of the money, the money from guest donations was taken from the same mother he said to cover the debt for the wedding costs Santi Mbak. Wow, that time. A few weeks before my father died. Pak Haji Sigit wants to build a house on his land, yes built. I was surprised if Pak Haji Sigit built a house on the father's land. I asked the father, it was sold to Mother and was shown his receipt to the father. Scroll over. Then his health dropped and died." I saw Farhan, his eyes glazed over.

"Yes, we'll just let it go if that one, and there's a silver lining!" I stroked her cheek.

"I don't want to repeat it again. Because after that Mother who bought mbak Santi motor for her husband's work, and buy jewelry and wear mother and mbak Santi. Wow, it was fancy first. Well Pas Mas Basuki, husband mbak Santi got a PHK because of corruption in his office, they fell poor."

"But how can they eat so well? Moreover, the kekahan first child is not massive?"

"Oh you're married, same with me?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, we've been married for a month, and Farell's son Santi was born!" my spoken.

"Yes really. I didn't know maybe Mom sold her jewelry this time!" answer again.

"I'm not sure if the land wants to be sold, but yes at the right price and if you want to be divided equally. His name is also an inheritance, it's got the right of our son later!"

"Hm, yes, I want to try not to go to Mak Hasnah? Grazed!" I said to him.

"By honey, hopefully we can have a child. Whatever we try, his name is also Ikhtiar" sahut mas Farhan.

"Mas, judging by how they live, I don't envy them. But I never loved you son!"

"Darling, I don't want you to be anything to Mom."

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumsalam" we answered.

Mas Farhan then went down and walked over and opened the door of the room.

"Eh, Ma'am." said Mas Farhan.

"Heh Han, did you say she fell? How can?!!" cynical mbak Santi.

"Couldn't you? This must be because of your wife, right?!" mbak Santi.

"No, don't blame Zahra, ma'am, just ask me there!" reply Mas Farhan with annoyance.

"Where's mom?" ask again.

"His room...Come meet first. Come-come not well eh anger first!!" sahut mas Farhan with ketus.

"Hmm..." Santi's mother held her child and walked to Mom's room.

Their voices spoke for a long time. We finally got out and sat on the terrace.

Mas Farhan rolled his cigarette and then lit his cigarette and smoked it. I looked towards the road.

"When do you want to start therapy with Mak Hasnah?"

"Hm, how about this afternoon? Anterin yes!"

"Oh, it's okay, baby"

"ZAHRAS...!!" yells Santi.

I was told not to move by Farhan by holding my arm. Santi's mom shows up at the doorstep.

"Why? If you want to call closer, don't yell!" reply husband.

"I want nanya, Mother fell for being pulled by you, right??!!" Santi accused me.

"She is attractive and megangin also Mother, her own mother who is less work using up and up everything! And use that chair again. Try to see, the wood is still drifting, if you ride it must also fall!"

"That's the reason!! You are the same as your stupid wife!"

"Yes, I'm stupid, but never ask for anything with Mom...!!" replied Farhan mas who was still cool rolling his cigarette.

"Heh han!! I never asked for it with Mom!! I also love my granddaughter!" get him.

"Yes, if you ask to buy a motorbike, can your child ride a motorcycle?" He just shut up.

"You have to take responsibility! Durhaka you're the same mother!"

"The bad boy if he is told the same good mother but not obedient, his name is Durhaka. If the mother who fell because of her own actions, not the bad dong? How come it's my wife??!! You are yes, if you do not know the problem do not play as long as you accuse. If you want me to stay with you, take me to your house!!" challenge Mas Farhan. I just kept quiet to see them fighting..!!

"Kan, the boy who took care of his mother?"

"Yes, now I've taken care of my mother as much as I can and my wife. If you don't meet every day accusing me of all sorts, yes mending Mama with you, sana!!" mas Farhan said in anger.

"Can't you now have the same responsibility as Mom!!" snapped again.

"Mother, don't worry, I will take responsibility, I will take care of Mom, all every day I take care of Mom, who masakin Mom, wash Mom's clothes, Mother's clothes, and take care of this mother's house. What is lacking? Money?" replied husband.

"Yes you have to pay back to Mom!!" snapped Santi.

"Well, you crazy man!! You go home, don't make a fuss here!" Mas Farhan snapped back.

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