Happy After Parting With You

Chapter 2

I said goodbye to my boss and went back to my desk to revise my financial statements.

"Where?"

Mira asked when she saw me coming out of Mr. Alvin's room, her voice was so soft. Maybe he was afraid the big boss who was in there would hear our conversation.

"Yes, I made a wrong report, fortunately only asked for a revision doang. If fired, I'm dead."

Right, this job is my only source of income. The salary is quite decent, maybe that's why Mas Ilham so ogah looking for work again. Every time I ask the answer is always the same.

"I've been trying to find work, Rin, if I haven't been able to get it yet."

That was the reason he always said. I once offered him money for capital so that he opened his own business according to his ability. Nemun, he always refused for various reasons he said afraid not to return the capital, he said many rivals.

Even though the name profit and loss must exist, right. The origin of the intention will all be passed.

I went back to looking at the financial statements in front of me, revising the contents before I would hand them back to Mr. Alvin. That's when I heard my phone vibrate, and as soon as I saw there was a notification from Mas Ilham.

"Rin, you can transfer to my account for a million."

"Make what?"

"There's a job opening in my friend, I'd like to try applying there."

I scrunched my forehead, tumben he wants to find work now. Now he realized that his daily needs, especially his personal needs, could not be bought with leaves. But does it have to be this much? Considering the needs of the kitchen alone should I bear. Not to mention if later the mother-in-law also asked for money.

"Kok a lot, anyway, Mas?"

My message was read immediately and it was seen that Mas Ilham was typing a reply.

"Not much to ask why, anyway. If I work and get a salary, you enjoy the results."

True, if he works there will be at least additional income for me, so I do not need to rack my own brain.

"Well, wait, I'll send it."

"Well, that's , dong. Thanks, dear."

Tumben he said, baby, usually always call namma. Finally the one million money I sent to Mas Ilham's account, hopefully he gets this job.

Today's work is done, the report I revised earlier has entered the table Mr. Alvin. I promise in my heart not to make another faux pas next time. For now I do not get a penalty just have to revise it, if it happens again I can be fired from my job.

I was finally able to go home after a tired day at work. I want to take a warm bath after that eat well then sleep. Yeah, I'm so tired, all day struggling with numbers making my head wince.

I parked the motorbike on the porch, then I opened the door and found a scene that made my head feel like it wanted to explode. Entering the house I found the floor dirty and dusty, like not swept. I stepped into the kitchen, there in the sink I saw dirty dishes piling up waiting to be washed.

The dining table is empty, magic com is open without rice. Only the pot is still attached to it with the rest of the rice attached to the edges. I stepped into the room breathing heavily, suddenly I heard my mother's door open and she came out of the room as if she were waking up.

"Cock just got home? Where aja? You cook mom's hungry."

Can't you see that this son-in-law just got home from work? Even if I want to, I also need to rest. Going home instead of being able to rest even still have to work again.

"Why bengong? You're hungry too, right?"

Mother still did not understand my gaze, instead becoming more and more telling me. I was lazy to argue, so I immediately entered the room and changed into a house negligee. I expressed my intention to take a shower immediately and prefer to do homework.

An hour and a half later, it was all over. I've washed the house, the dirty dishes have been washed. Food is available at the dining table. It's not that I'm just being treated like this, it's just that I'm lazy to argue with my mother-in-law. My energy is pretty exhausted today.

I also went to the bathroom and cleaned myself, it felt fresh when my body was poured with warm water. After changing into the clothes I brought to the bathroom, I went out and headed to the dining table. There was already a mother and Mas Ilham, apparently he had just returned from nowhere.

"Just come home, Mom? How's the job application?"

"Mass?" I tried to stop him because he felt his attitude was very strange but quickly mother stopped me.

"Here you go, Ran, your husband's tired so don't ask questions. Then what are you cooking, why is there only tempeh, omelet and kale only?"

"What's the matter, Mom? Is something wrong?"

Mom looked at me with a fury.

"When do you give me food like this?"

"Lho, what's with the food, ma'am?" many wonder.

"Don't wait for you to work, yeah, feed me stingy gini in-laws."

Mother stared at the food I cooked cynically, where's the fault? Is it because I only cook kale vegetables and fried tempeh? Not that I intentionally, but because of this menu that cooks no complicated. I also make omelettes, too.

"What does your mom want?"

I tried to talk softly, maybe there's food you want. Parents usually do that, if you want to eat what the behavior looks like a child.

"Mom has no appetite."

Suddenly she stood up and just left. I who was hungry and tired since then can only let mother's behavior. Not once twice the mother behaved like this, often sulking if the cuisine I made did not suit her taste. Though as far as I was in the village before he was not picky food.

All things wrong, yes let it be up to the mother to eat whether there is no Mas Ilham. I'd have asked for nothing to say to my husband. It's better now that I eat because my stomach has been screaming for stuff. While enjoying the meal I saw Mas Ilham coming out of the room, his clothes were changed. He walked while stroking his stomach, maybe he was already hungry.

"Lho, where's mom?" Ask while sitting, then take a plate and spoon the rice with side dishes. I thought he wasn't going to come out because he was able to silence me when I asked him about the job vacancy.

"Mom entered the room, not taste like look at my cooking."

Mas Ilham was seen stopping his feed, then looked at the dining table.

"Some of you cook like this, yes you don't want to, lah." Say it while continuing to eat.

"Yes, this is a quick menu in my opinion, Mas. You know, not if I go home from work I have to clean the house first, wash the dishes first and continue to ma…."

"So you wronged my mother that the house was dirty! You're guilty of my mother if you don't clean the house! Aye!"

I was surprised, suddenly Mas Ilham threw his dinner plate and then shouted like a possessed person.

"I didn't say that, you know, Mas."

I tried to defend myself because I didn't blame his mother, even though I regretted that he never helped me with homework.

"What is this Inspiration?"

Mom suddenly ran out of her room, maybe surprised to hear the noise her son made.

"You should be able to appreciate my mother, Rani! Naturally, right, if my mom doesn't help with homework. Because it's all your job! Your job as my wife."

Mas Ilham was angry while pointing his index finger at my face.

"Of course, Inspiration. Already, son, I'm sorry the wrong mother. I should have helped Rani clean up, I should have realized I was just hitching a ride here."

Mom was seen crying while holding Mas Ilham's arm. However, when my mother turned to me I could see that there was a smile on her lips. A smile that seemed happy because Mas Ilham had a fight with me.

"I'm sorry Rani."

Mother approached me, and her face showed no remorse as she said but instead glanced cynically at me.