Brother-in-law Looked at my Aurat

Because of Brother Zian

"Sorry, Zian to the room first," he said as he nodded at Mama and at Mas Raka.

Huh! To the room, cake, jump the well, cake. I don't give a shit!

He really is a rude man, eating pizza one mouthful and then spouted. The others have not finished eating, just want to leave. Huh!

"Loh, don't want to spend it, brother?" asked Mas Raka as Kak Zian stood up.

"Hm, sorry .. I can't eat cheese."

"Yes, it's okay, son." Mama kept hearing him.

Me, Mom and Mas Raka continued to eat pizza, after the guy passed from the kitchen.

"Zian doesn't usually eat cheese, even at his grandmother's house he keeps dairy cows, but he doesn't like dairy products." Mama explained, maybe so I wouldn't be offended.

"Yes, Brother Zian likes cassava. In the past, we used to call fried cassava." Mas Raka laughed a little.

"Follow, before Brother Zian chose to stay with the grandmother of his late father since he was third grade SD to the mountainous area.” Mama continued to tell stories.

Loh, why even discuss the nyebelin?

I had to nod.

"The person looks cute and quiet. Shy too, but he's very nice." Mama added. There was a proud twinkle in both of his eyes.

"Yes, hopefully Brother Zian will soon get a companion for life, it's been 29 years he's this June."

Mas Raka smiled at me who just silently listened.

"Oh ...." I only responded short.

Still talking about Zian. Maybe, so I can get to know my sister-in-law. Since three months of being in a relationship with Mas Raka before we decided to get married, I never met her brother. And Mas Raka has never even invited me to meet a grandmother who lives in a mountainous area.

I think Mas Raka and Kak Zian are different, like heaven and earth.

My husband is white, he's polite, he speaks softly, and a young businessman. It didn't take long for us to get close to each other, because he was my college-level brother first.

I liked his hard work in pioneering, so he was as successful as he was now. That's what made me fall in love with her. Even though I am the son of a rich man, but the man who became a star on campus because of his good looks and intelligence was still my choice among the many dirty men who approached me.

Unlike Kak Zian, my husband's brother has mature skin, his character is stiff, his character must be rough and sleazy! I'm sure that's why no woman wants to be with him.

I concluded so, then sneered, my sense of dislike increased many times even though my ears still heard Mas Raka and Mama praise Brother Zian.

“Mama hopes this time he stays a few days here, if possible a week. Mama still misses him," said Mama expectantly

What week? I want him out of this house right now!

"If a week is not possible, Ma. Grandma must be confused if Brother Zian long here," said Mas Raka.

"Yes too, anyway."

"I'm sorry, why wasn't grandma brought to stay here," I said.

"Mom never wanted to, son. We've been saying that for a long time" said Mama, smiling at me.

"Yes, the reason is because grandma is used to living in the cool mountains, if here usually do not feel at home because the weather in the city is hot and noisy," added Mas Raka with a smile.

"Oh, like that."

Good thing, I can't imagine if I had to stay home with Brother Zian for a long time. I'm going to have a bad mood every day.

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At midnight, I woke up. My stomach is wrapped around pain. The usual thing happens when I come to the moon.

I saw Mas Raka sleeping soundly, his breathing was regular with a smooth snoring sound.

Tilt to the right, tilt to the left. My stomach is getting sick. I grimaced. Opening the blanket slowly so as not to wake my husband.

Not having a supply of sour turmeric, I took the initiative to the kitchen to make warm water.

If compressed, usually this stomach cramp will be lightened.

I went out of the room, got down slowly from the stairs while holding my stomach.

Entering the kitchen, I was shocked to death for almost colliding with Brother Zian near the kitchen door.

"Eh, Fai?" He retreated. In his left hand, the boiled cassava in a dish was still steaming its smoke.

Coming to this house, he brought a sack of cassava and souvenirs typical of the mountainous area.

The pain in my stomach was losing to my sudden emotions.

"Well, you sent a letter like that!" I said without stale and foul language.

"Fai, if you want boiled cassava, in the boiler there are still many," he said in a flat tone. "I'm hungry, so boil the cassava."

I asked him what, uh he answered what. His mind was indeed kongslet times! Or maybe he didn't want to be blamed so he switched the conversation?

I looked at him sharply. Brother Zian threw a glance.

"You're just a guest here, how dare you send such a letter! You're deliberately embarrassing me?"

Losing my gentleness, this whole new life I'm cursing people, and that's my own brother-in-law. It's obviously disrespectful, but I've been stuck with the letter he sent me.

"Fay ...." This thin-legged man might want to explain something.

He looked at me briefly, then lowered his head.

"What! Want me to use a towel, cake, want me to use a burlap sack while drying the laundry, trouble for you?"

My breath is hunting. The pain in the stomach is getting worse.

"Fai, it's for good ...." His voice is still flat.

"What kindness? I didn't feel better after you sent me that!" I'm getting nyolot.

I'm release. Outside of heavy rain accompanied by lightning. I hope the sleepy residents of the house do not hear my voice.

Brother Zian sounded a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry you're angry. There were a lot of Aris's friends in her room. The room is straight with the clothesline, right? So I guess, it's better to wear clothes when drying laundry. He was afraid to see Aris and his friends. That's what I mean."

The man who said he was quiet explained the reason quite long.

Huh! What silence? He can talk a lot but his explanation doesn't make me understand him. Did he think I wasn't ashamed after he saw .. My body when the towel came off.

Aris was his youngest sister, this morning, Aris and some friends prepared to go on the climb and was indeed quite crowded in his room which was on the lower floor, next to the room occupied by Kak Zian.

Brother Zian will step up, but I'm in the way of not being content to scold him.

"Therefore you used the show to send me that obscure letter?! Do you think I'm not ashamed?"

Imagining my body this morning being seen by my sister-in-law when my towel dropped, the shame and indignation continued to tinker with my heart and mind.

I'm breaking the table. Along with screeches from my lips. "Thou shaw!"

I saw my hand bleed from hitting the table without me noticing there was a knife there. Somehow the knife hurt until my palm extended. I shudder.

The tears I had been holding back from earlier fell. I cried, as I held onto the hand that instantly spat out fresh blood.

My mangkel taste increased to Brother Zian.

"Oh Allah, wash the blood immediately with running water!" Brother Zian looked towards the palm of my hand that was bleeding.

“Do not care, this is all because of you!” my snapping.

“Loh, how am I?” ask the man to gawk.

“Because you made me emotional!” I still blame him.

Brother Zian put the boiled cassava on the table, he then came out of the kitchen. I sobbed with trembling hands seeing blood splattered on the floor. Walk quickly to the sink to wash my hands that are deep enough.

When it comes in contact with water, it feels very painful.

“Give me your hand,” said Brother Zian makes me even more upset that he's back in the kitchen. He stood next to me with red medicine and bandages.

“No need!”

I was still sobbing, blood kept pouring as I washed with running water.

“You need help, Fai.”

“I don't need your help!” insistent.

Brother Zian spry open the lid of red medicine.

I was shocked half to death, this brother-in-law of mine grabbed my injured right hand, a bit of difficulty because while holding the red medicine and bandage.

“Eh, how dare you hold my hand!” I pulled my hand, but Brother Zian was quite strong holding my wrist.

“Sorry, this should be treated immediately," he said.

Seriate