Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

Returnees

#Birth_in_Home_Life

#Part_16

Mamah and I have been shopping for vegetables and various spices in the market. The chicken was a pet whiz of the Father, willing to cut to welcome the arrival of Mother and Bang Rafi who said would come today.

Although our lives are simple, it is a tradition to always glorify guests. If you remember Mom's treatment of Mamah, actually I don't want to bother like this. Every time Mamah and Dad visited Mom's house, they were only treated to water. No cake, no big meal. If I want to eat, I take the initiative to buy. After knowing the nature of Mother, every time comes Mamah will come with a lot of food. Timbel rice, with side dishes. Also village cakes.

It was almost noon when Bang Rafi's motorbike arrived at the courtyard of the house. Mom and Bang Rafi opened the helmet they were wearing, put it on the motorcycle seat. I greeted them with the sweetest smile I had.

I took Mom and Bang Rafi's hands in turn and invited them in. "Let's go in, Mom!"

Mom went inside the house without opening her shoes, I pinched Bang Rafi and looked at her sharply.

"Mom, the shoes are kept here" Bang Rafi's pinta told Mother. Fortunately, he understood what I meant.

Mother took a few steps back, then opened her shoes near the door with a forced face. A little tiptoe he went back into the house.

If it wasn't my mother-in-law, I would have been angry with Mom. Our house is always clean. We mop twice a day. Although only cement acian floor but already slippery and shiny, Mamah routinely rubs it with coconut grated pulp. Can't accept me with Mom's bad attitude.

"Where's Marisa, Ning?"

Mom grabbed Marisa and was excited to invite her to play without asking for news of Mamah and the others in this house. Ah, it is the nature of Mother is so, why do I have trouble responding to it? Free!

Mom enjoyed the banquet we served, she seemed to eat voraciously. "The chicken meat is different, yes, it's delicious," said Mother.

"That's chicken meat, we deliberately cut to entertain besan," replied Mamah. Instantly the look on Mom's face changed, perhaps feeling shunned. Good, if you feel insinuated means you still have a heart.

The activity of eating together did not make us talk warmly, it was a more domineering feeling. Just the clinking of spoons and plates that occasionally collide, a really stale conversation of pleasantries signifies that the relationship of these two families is not well established.

After eating, Mom made her point to tell me to go back to her house.

"I agree, Ning is already your family's daughter-in-law. She must be with her husband. Here Ning is the jewel of our heart. We never hurt his soul or body. So, please take good care of him. If you can't keep it back to us," said the Father with great emphasis. His jaw seemed to wail with a glare of sharp eyes staring at Bang Rafi.

Bang Rafi just looked down, she did not dare to just raise her face.

"Yes, I understand," concluded Mother.

The sun is moving west. Mamah, Mr and Wening let go of me and Marisa with haru. I don't know what I'm gonna face at Mom's. My only goal is one, to keep my household nosedive from getting sunk. I hope you and I can understand and accept each other.

Could it?