Forced to Be a Comforter Woman

Jealous of Grandma

Arriving in front of my father's house, I went down first from the rickshaw and held my grandmother's hand to get out of the three-wheeled vehicle.

"Thank you, wak." I said.

I handed the fare into the hands of the rickshawman who had delivered us both. He accepted it and thanked me as well.

"Yes together, deck." her reply.

The rickshawman turned his vehicle back on and walked away from us. After that, my grandmother and I started to walk to my door.

Tok tok...

"Assalamualaikum," my regards.

I knocked on the door and said my greetings. After several knocks, finally heard the voice of the father telling from inside his house.

"Yes, one minute!" squeal dad.

Soon, he opened the door and answered my greetings. Dad was immediately fixated on the spot after seeing my sudden arrival to his house.

"Wa'laikum greetings," replied the father.

The look on my father's face looked very surprised, he also widened his eyes looking at my face that was standing at the door with grandma.

"When are you saying, Ndah?" ask dad.

Before answering father's question, I took his hand and kissed the back of his reverent hand. After that, I answered her question.

"So late in the afternoon, yeah." I replied.

Dad was stunned after hearing my answer. Moments later, my father regained consciousness and allowed me and my grandmother to enter the house.

"Come in, mom, Ndah!" said father.

Grandma and I went inside and sat down in the living room. I put the package I brought from Grandma's house on the table.

My grandmother sat to my left and my father sat right in front of me. My grandmother and I remained silent without saying a word to my father.

"What time was it, Ndah?" ask me to open the conversation.

"Around three o'clock in the afternoon, yeah" I replied.

The mangosteen father responded to my remark, while occasionally glancing towards the still-looking grandmother sitting beside me in his silent mode. After that, my father asked me again.

"Oh, what's up?" ask dad again.

"Flight the plane." I replied.

After I finished answering questions with me, my father immediately turned to Grandma. He also asked his mother a question.

"Much gold, mamak? Where did you get it, mom?" search dad.

Dad asked while looking at Grandma's hands and fingers. Hearing his name mentioned, Grandma immediately turned her head and looked at my father's face.

"Beautiful who bought it this afternoon in tax" replied grandma ketus.

Grandma seemed still upset to dad for hearing my words earlier this afternoon. Grandma also put her lips on me. Seeing my grandmother's reaction, my father asked me again.

"You have a lot of money, Ndah. You can buy a lot of gold for grandma." look at me again.

I let out a heavy sigh when I heard my father's words just now. I glanced at my grandmother and answered my father.

"Not much, yeah. But there." reply me.

After getting an answer from me, dad glanced back at Grandma's hand. Dad snorted in annoyance, he looked a little angry at seeing the gold that was in Grandma's hands.

"Yes, there must be a lot of your money. Sampe can buy grandma the same bracelet two-seed ring." reply father sewot.

Dad seems to be getting jealous because I bought jewelry for grandma. Dad wants all my income for himself.

It is not allowed to be distributed to others, including grandmothers. The one who took care of me from scratch. I've memorized the nature of that one father.

Grandma who heard the babbling father immediately denied the father's words. Grandma looked very angry with the nature of the father who wanted her to win by herself.

"Are you mad, Dul? Why does it look like your son bought me gold?" grandma began to insist.

"Huh, not her angry, mom. I'm just asking." replied Dad.

Dad took a deep breath in the face of grandma's anger. Dad's face also looks sour after being sprayed by grandma. I who witnessed the scene of the child and his mother was immediately giggled amusedly in my heart.

"Kapok, got to be angry with grandma would be her, hihihi." my inner.

Since the atmosphere had started to heat up, I also began to take the money stored in the backpack that was on my lap.

"It's money for, father." I said.

I handed over a stack of red money totaling six million to father. After giving the money, I turned to Grandma with a smile.

"Thank you very much, Ndah" said the father.

"Yes, yeah." Give me back.

Father thanked her with a bright sparkling face, and a bright smile of course.

Dad took the money from the table and counted it in front of me and my grandmother.

"Not counting, dad! That's a total of six million." I said.

Dad immediately smiled wrongly after hearing my words. Dad immediately put all the money in the pocket of his shirt.

Seeing the gurgle of father like that, grandma finally made a sound again. He sneered at Dad with words that were quite piercing to the heart.

"Directly ijo eye seeds you see a lot of money like that." pussy grandma.

"Do you know, if the Beautiful one over there works desperately looking for that money for you? You should be grateful, have a child who still wants to ask for help like Lovely."

"Look at your other children, don't ask for help but you never did, did you?" continued grandma.

Grandma kept scolding me. While the angry, can only surrender to accept the babble of grandmother. I who realized only silence was just smiling wryly hearing Grandma's words.

I can only hope, hopefully Dad can be aware of all his mistakes during this time on me. So that dad doesn't press me anymore with all his selfish nature.

Dad was silent for a moment after hearing all the words of grandma who always cornered him. Likewise with my grandmother, he also stopped talking to my father.

The two of them were both silent and silent, without any more conversation. The atmosphere turned into horror and gripping, just like a cemetery at night.

After seeing the two candidates already diem-dieman, I also began to open the conversation again while opening the martabak box and thrust it to grandma.

"Eat her martabak, Grandma! Honey if I don't eat." hail me.

I took a piece of the martabak and put it in my mouth. Grandma also began to stretch her hands to take the martabak in front of her.

Dad kept silent watching me and grandma chewing martabak in front of him. I glanced at my father with the tail of my eyes, then shifted the mertabak box to his front.

"Dad wants a martabak, right?" ask me.

After the martabak box was in front of him, the father immediately received his and took his piece.

When the three of us were eating martabak, suddenly Anisa and Ridwan came and greeted us one by one.

"Assalamualaikum," their greetings in unison.

"Wa'laikum salam" replied the three of us.

This Anisa and Ridwan are my sisters. We are one father but another mother. After the two of them finished greeting the three of us, the two of them immediately sat down and joined us.

"When did you come here, brother?" ask Anisa.

"So late afternoon." I said back.