Don't Distinguish Me

A difference

In the morning, the sun began to shine on the earth. Infiltrate to the sidelines of the window curtain of the room that is still closed.

Byurr! The sound of water was heard in the large room of the house. Salsa woke up and sagged because she had just watered a bucket of water in the middle of her deep sleep.

"Wake, you! Why sleep here!" Bagas glared sharply at the sight of Salsa falling asleep on the living room sofa. Yeah, it looks like she fell asleep while cleaning the living room. There was trash and rubbish near the sofa.

"You're not ready to clean this house, are you?" Bagas grabbed Salsa's hair while staring furiously.

"It hurts, Mas, geez," Salsa quipped. Making Bagas instantly take off his hair violently.

"What the hell is it so early in the morning!" Giska came while yawning wide because she had just woken up from her sleep.

"This, Ma, was told to clean the house and even fall asleep on the sofa!" Bagas pointed to Salsa who was currently crying sobbing.

"You are, yes, Sa, really a daughter-in-law who doesn't know! I spent a lot of money, now it's good to sleep!" Instead of defending, Giska scolded Salsa.

"Sorry, Ma, Salsa's cape. Salsa was sleeping at three o'clock in the morning because the clothes and dishes were piling up a lot."

"Have it, excuse me, you! Now go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast for us!" Bagas pulled Salsa and pushed her roughly to the floor.

Bagas and his mother did not care about him who was grimacing in pain. They went to their rooms to relax. Salsa began to cook breakfast with all the menus and recipes on the wall. He had to cook everything carefully because otherwise he would get another rough treatment like that.

"What's my fault? Why do I have to go through all this suffering?" Salsa cried while continuing to do her work. He has to race against time. Because, after cooking, he had to continue cleaning the house, mopping, watering flowers, sweeping the yard, ironing, and many other jobs he had to do.

Meanwhile.

After breakfast was finished, Adit began to finish other homework so that the wife did not need to do it. He was willing to do all that with his hands because he wanted to make a look of pride Anisa for her work, not the work of others.

Exactly an hour later, Anisa woke up and immediately purified herself in the bathroom. He came out of the room with his hair still wrapped in a towel. It was fine if she showed her hair in front of her husband.

"Mas, you cooked all this?" asked Anisa with sparkling eyes.

"Mass?" Adit scrunched his forehead because of Anisa's changed call.

"Yes, from now on I call Mas aja, yes, because I prefer to call kayak that," said Anisa shyly.

"Yes, honey, no papa. Oh yeah, this is all I'm cooking. Relax, it can be eaten because I cooked it using a recipe."

"Yes, Mom, this must be delicious. Come on, we have breakfast" said Anisa while sitting herself in the dining chair.

He brought food for Adit and they had breakfast together.

"Oh yeah, next week we go to the party, yeah," Adit said.

"Whose party, Mas?" asked Anisa astonished.

"Some, you're going along."

Anisa just nodded her husband's words. He just doesn't know that Adit will introduce him to his parents at their company's birthday party.