Don't Distinguish Me

Moving house

A week later.

"Nisa, take good care of yourself with your husband, yeah. Go to mom and dad's house." The goddess rubbed her daughter's head covered in hijab while crying. Anisa is her beloved Princess and today she has to part ways from him.

"Yes, Mom, Nisa's gonna be fine here. I take care of my health and don't get too tired, yeah."

"Nisa, you're fine here, yes, don't trouble your husband. Don't cut back on his recovery, yeah."

Ramli's words suddenly made Dewi surprised and stared at him with a sharp gaze.

"No, I mean Adit's life is hard, so don't let him be more troublesome."

"I'm sorry, Dad, God willing, I will provide for Anisa. Don't worry, I won't make it short." Not offended at all, Adit even responded positively to the words of the father-in-law.

They immediately went home because Dewi did not want Ramli to say more hurtful words to them. As a father, she could not filter her words even on the first day her son moved into her husband's house.

Adit also brought Anisa's suitcase into his room. The medium-sized house looks very comfortable and beautiful. Somehow Adit took care of him until the house looked very neat and clean. Anisa just does not know if before dawn, the house will be visited by some women who were sent by her grandmother to clean the house before sunrise. They also forced breakfast on Adit so that the man would not eat late.

Anisa who has finished cleaning her clothes to the empty closet that Adit provides directly went to the kitchen to mix the ingredients in the refrigerator. As a wife, of course, she has an obligation to provide food for her husband.

Once the food is ready, have lunch together at the dining table in the middle of the kitchen. For the size of the contract house, the facilities in this house include quite complete with various state furniture and other facilities.

"Nis, Brother wants to talk to you," said Adit while staring doubtfully.

"Yes, Bang, why?"

"Now the place you sell is already managed by Mbak Indah and her friends. You better stop."

Anisa stopped her chewing activity and looked at Adit with a serious look.

"Why, Bang? Brother is afraid that Nisa can't do Nisa's job as a wife in this house because she works outside?" tanyanya.

"No, Nis, you just don't want to be tired. Not to mention the talk of people who will say that you can not meet your needs so you have to work."

"Geez, what do you think of people's words?" Anisa laughed while shaking her head slowly.

"That's not it, Nis. Brother also does not like if you get the gaze of many men who eat in your shop." Finally Adit said his colleagues who had been detained earlier. He did often notice the gazes of all the men who stopped by in his stall. They looked at Anisa's body while whispering to each other. Strange, even the body of women who have been wrapped in long clothes and hijab is still their wild object.

Anisa tried to think for a moment. He did justify Adit's remarks because several times there were men who tried to tease him. Some even say that Anisa will be more beautiful if you take off the hijab and wear sexy clothes.

"But Nisa doesn't want to be a burden for you." Anisa breathed a heavy sigh.

"Nisa, you have become Brother's wife and will be Brother's responsibility forever. You do not have to think about your life and needs. You will try to fulfill all of that. Because you love me with you." Adit ventured into holding Anisa's hand. She smiled because Anisa did not take off her hand like before.

"I'm sorry Nisa, yes, Bang because Nisa can't be the wife you want. Nisa hasn't completely loved Brother."

"It's okay, honey. Brother ngerti. Brother will wait until Nisa will accept and love you wholeheartedly."

"Can, Honey. If at home you can channel your hobbies. But don't get sick, yeah."

"Yes, thank you, Bang." Anisa nodded with a smile. Yes, at least he can still channel his hobby and use it as a business field.

***

"Well, this is your house, Mom?" salsa asked as Bagas took her home. The house was huge and quite luxurious for a size person like Salsa.

"Yes, Sa, this is my house. You likey?"

"Like it, Mas," said Salsa with sparkling eyes.

"Eh, there's Salsa, here, come in, son," said one fashionable middle-aged woman.

"Thank you, Ma. Mama what else?" Mama is the name for Salsa to her mother Bagas because it is the request of the future mother-in-law. His name is Giska.

"Mama was cooking for you guys, come on," said Giska as he walked to the dining room.

They also had lunch together while chatting lightly.

"Sa, you can cook, right?" ask Giska suddenly. Makes Salsa nervous because she's not good at cooking. Was his first encounter with Bagas still clearly recorded in the man's memory?

"Eh, i-iya, Ma, why?" nervous answer.

"Mama wants a daughter-in-law who can cook and be neat. Bagas said, you're a neat job."

Salsa's face paled. What the hell does this mean? So the future mother-in-law accepted it just because she heard the story of Bagas that she is a woman who is diligent and smart to cook? How do I account for all that? Does he have to take cooking lessons first?

"Yes, Ma, but, instead of here there's a maid, yeah. They don't cook?"

Giska and Bagas looked at each other. Until the moment Giska wanted to answer, Bagas immediately cut off his words and answered first.

"No, Sa, it's better if a wife cooks for her husband."

"Oh yes, hehe, kirain. So this is how the assistant doesn't exist, huh, Mas? Are they working in the back?"

"No, they're home."

Giska was surprised to hear Bagas. A maid? Since when do they have a maid? It's a pity if they spend money to pay a maid.

And all this time, the one who cleans the house and cooks is Giska himself. He was reluctant to hire a maid service because he did not want his money out for free. Hence, he wanted to find a daughter-in-law who was smart in cooking and diligent in working at home so as not to pay a maid to clean her house and fill her stomach.

Unfortunately, Salsa did not know about this and assumed that after marrying Bagas, then she would become the mistress of this house.