For the Sake of a Consecrated Word (You Ignore the Wife's Child)

Call From Mom

Yesha returned to her home at five in the afternoon on a bicycle lent by Dian's mother. He was truly grateful for what he got today. A good employer and friends. He had never thought that all this would happen to him. She made little contact with her husband's family, as if she had shed a little bond that had snared her neck.

After performing the maghrib prayer, Yesha was teaching Aksa to teach. Until the roar of the motorbike belonging to Dika stopped in front of the house. When he entered the house without greeting, Yesha and Aksa looked at each other and exhaled simultaneously.

"Have you gone home yet? " Yesha said hello to Dika who was just silent.

"You see for yourself I'm home now" replied Dika sniffly.

Yesha ignored him, she went straight to the kitchen and made tea for Dika. Then serve it at the table.

"Tumben came home, yesterday said two days. " Yesha tried to talk to her husband.

"It's all because of you, because you didn't go to mom's house. Mother terrorized me during the work before. " said Dika with indignation.

"Huh... What should I do? You and your mother have often told me to work, now I've been looking for the wrong job again. I even invited Aksa to work, you know. Then I should how mas? " said Yesha who was already irritated by this talk.

"Okay, now get ready. We're going to mom's house."

Without saying much, Yesha got up from her seat and prepared for her mother-in-law's house, though she refused. But because her husband asked her to finally obey.

Yesha, Dika and Aksa have arrived at the house of Ayu, the house of Yesha's father-in-law. They were sitting in the living room with everyone in the house.

"Tumben, what are you here for. You usually come here by yourself. Yesha morning, At night. "good hello brother Dika.

"Ga no mas, just want to play. " Dika answered.

Yesha was silent as usual, she would not answer if not asked. Bu Ayu and Dila had also been quiet since earlier, as if indifferent to not caring about their arrival. The two of them were still upset, because Yesha did not come to the house before they both had to clean the house. Maya has gone nowhere.

"Mother why? how funny I came. " Dika greeted her mother who had turned away from her and did not want to see her face.

"Males." answered Ayu.

Dika who could not see his mother angrypun finally issued his last move, so that his mother was not angry and indifferent again to him.

"Mom, Dika there is a little windfall for mother." said Dika while opening her wallet.

Sure enough Bu Ayu immediately turned to look at the dika who was counting the money in his wallet. His eyes immediately sparkled to see the red money sheet in Dika's hand.

"Nih, ma'am, a million for snacks Tadi Dika get a bonus from the office. " Dika gave ten hundred thousand to her mother. Making everyone who was there swallow his saliva, but not with Yesha he was still silent and put on a flat face.

Yesha stared flatly at her husband who gave free money to his mother. Without thinking about his feelings. This situation often Yesha saw, because of his affection for the mother, Dika did not hesitate to give anything and anything that his mother asked under the pretext of filial piety to the mother.

Compared to the upside when she asked for money, what she got was the abuse and abuse before getting the throw of her husband's money. This is not fair to Yesha, who is her own wife.

"Sir, tomorrow-tomorrow I borrow two million dong for his recreation of your niece Harum in two weeks." said Bagus who had realized after seeing the money in his sister's wallet.

"Yes later I transfer aja mas, this makes my handle because. "

"Okay, thank you. Not that Aksa also wants recreation, huh, along with Harum? recreation school farewell, they're one school. "good word again.

Dika looked towards his son and wife who had been silent. "real Yes? " tanyanya later.

Yesha just nodded without a sound.

"Alah, do not go mending at home. Yesha has just got a job. Where it may be possible to ask for his holiday, the new employee will immediately ask for a holiday. " Connected mom Ayu who does not want her daughter-in-law to spend her son's money.

"Therefore, mending do not need to come along.waste money alone." said Dila who was still hurt with Yesha.

Yesha did not answer a word of what they were talking about. After all the answer must be the same, because Dika listened more to his mother than his wife. So he better shut up. Yesha also felt better working than traveling, but she also thought about her son. How his son felt, when others had fun but he even joined his mother's work. Yesha will ask what Aksa wants.

They were still chatting casually there regardless of Yesha and her son. Sometimes Yesha was spoken to, but even that spicy words came out of their mouths. Dika who heard there was not the slightest intention to defend him or forbid his family to insult him. It was common for Yesha, but not with Aksa. The little boy had to listen to his mother being humiliated without thinking about her mentally.

"We go home first, ma'am, mas. Udah malem. "parts Dika to his family.

"Yes, be careful Dik. "said Bagus while patting his sister's back.

"Don't forget the transfer, "he whispered in Dika's ear.

"Beres, mom. "

The three of them finally went home, Dika was relieved because her mother was no longer angry. His mother called again this afternoon, and complained that the soy sauce was taking care of the house itself. And angry at Dika, for not being able to persuade Yesha to help in her home. So tonight Dika invited Yesha to come to his mother's house, so that her mother would not be angry with him anymore.

Yesha had also prepared in her nightgown regardless of Dika, she was already very tired today. Her good mood changed badly in a matter of minutes due to insults from her husband's family. Yesha then laid her body on her bed, shortly after she suckled.

"Why have you been quiet since? " ask Dika who finally wants to talk to him.

"Ga papa, I'm tired. After all, if I spoke, would anything change? " answer it with a sniff.

When he fell silent, he knew his family's attitude had gone too far to Yesha. But he could do nothing for fear that his mother would be angry with him and label him as an ungodly child if defending his wife. And he did not want that to happen, he wanted to always be stamped as a filial child even though he had to sacrifice his wife's feelings.

"Yesha, I want to. How many days are in the same place as you. " I tried to persuade Yesha.

Yesha fluttered regardless of her husband's words.

"Sin you know, if you refuse the husband." threatened Dika.

Ysha who heard that, breathed out his coarse breath. Then he turned around and looked towards Dika. She realized, however, that this man beside her was still her husband and she had to serve him as a wife. Finally tonight Yesha served Dika even with only half a heart.

In the morning, Yesha and Aksa were ready. They will do the activities today as usual. The one who saw Yeshapun's smile came to smile, because not usually Yesha smiled like that. Maybe work can make him happy, Dika thought.

"Who's bike is Yes" asked Dika who did not realize that there was a bicycle in his house.

"Oh, that's my employer's bike. He lent it to me, to bring Aksa home from school to shorten the time" Yesha said in a satirical tone.

Dika. "Yes, I work first. You don't know what to go home later. Waiting for orders from the boss, I'll let you know if I don't come home. "

"Yes, " Yesha then shone on the back of Dika's hand.

After Dika left, it is now Yesha and Aksa's turn to go to school and work.

At work, Yesha gets a call from her parents in the village.

"Assalamualaikum mom. "

"Waalaikum hail, piye how are you doing? " (how are you son? )

"Alhamdulillah slick bu. ono opo kok tumben eram call " (Alhamdulillah well ma'am, what is tumben

dialing)

Yesha's mother chuckled at her daughter's words.

"kowe opo ora muleh to nduk, father karo mother wes kangen iki. " (you did not go home, son. father same mother has missed. )

"InshaAllah ma'am, saiki I iseh kerjo. Coaching lek wes by prei I don't muleh karo Aksa." (God willing, Mom, I'm still working. Later when the holiday bolej, I will go home with Aksa.)

Yesha's mother frowned when she heard her son was now working. There was a hint of suspicion in his mother's heart hearing Yesha's words earlier.

"Oohh, saiki kowe kerjo. Yes wes, lek ngunu. But mom njaluk tulong, lek iso rong sunday crank usahano kowe iso mulih yo. Mr. onok needs karo kowe. " (Ooh, now you work. Yes then. But I ask for help, in two weeks you try to go home. Father there needs to be the same you. )"

"No need opo to, ma'am. Kok koyoke is important eram." (there is a need for what exactly mom, kok seems really important.)

"Iki you know, your father by the legacy of your teapot. Share the rice fields karo pak lek mu. Trus sawahe pak mu iku kenek housing project, kate in the sewerage. Wes to, mrinio. Sniffing lackey dewe, kowe. " (This is what your father inherited from your grandfather. Share the rice fields with your uncle. Keep your father's rice field was hit by a housing project, wanted to be bought by a contractor. Never mind, you'll be here soon. You will understand later too)

"Yes mom, I didn't try to talk about my boss. Tak njaluk. " (Yes mom, I'll try to talk to my employer. I'll ask for a leave of absence.)

"Yes wes lek ngunu, Assalamu'alaikum. " (yes then, assalamu'alaikum)

"Wa'alaikum salam. "

Call disconnected. Yesha took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Now he thought, should he go home together with Dika? if he came home with Dika, then Dika will know that all this time his parents are not poor.His parents have several hectares of rice fields that when sold, when sold, making billions not to mention the legacy of his grandfather.

The villagers do look poor from the outside because of their simple lives. Building a simple house does not have to be luxurious which is important to be comfortable to shelter from the hot sun and the rush of rain. But behind that simplicity, there is a wealth that extends far.

"Dont judge a book by its cover. "

to be continue.