Happy After Parting With You

Chapter 4

"Daddy, where's this house letter?"

I stopped the mouthful that would enter the mouth, then looked at Mas Ilham with a questioning look.

"Home letter? Make what?"

My husband slightly advanced his body before answering my question.

"Gini, you know, deck, you want to ask where this house letter is? How can I change the name?"

"Why should it be replaced?"

"Yes, let's be nice, Ran if you want to need anything."

This time my mother-in-law chimed in.

"What do you need, Mom?"

"I mean mother if there is need for anything, right, spit if it has been renamed Ilham. It's strong to use your husband's name."

I don't really understand what they mean, but I'll pretend to be stupid and follow what they want. So I can know exactly what they're planning.

"So the letter will be changed in your name, Mom?"

"Yes, Deck, let it be good to take care of anything. Let's just get that."

I nodded and rounded my mouth, pretending to understand their words.

"I forgot where the letter was put, but I tried to find it again, yes, Mas."

Mas Ilham and ibi seemed to be agitated by my answer.

"I can't forget, anyway, Dek. That's valuable stuff."

Mas Ilham tried to advise me.

"Lha yes, Mas, because it's so precious that I keep it in a place that no one knows, so that I myself forget where it is. Yeah, well, Mas, his name's afraid of being taken by people who have no right."

I deliberately insinuated them and it worked, hearing my words just now they were like a crime of their own. Seen from the gestures of their bodies that give codes to each other through the eyes.

"Yes, but, right, I'm your husband, Dek."

"When I meet you I will love you, Mom."

"Yes-yes, Deck." Mas Ilham nodded with great enthusiasm.

"Already, Ran, you're ready to let mom get everything done."

I'm stunned, mom's tumben wants to help me with the kitchen. Is this just an image let me give my house letter to his son. I suspect they're planning something behind my back.

"I've changed my clothes, Mom."

I immediately entered the room to change clothes, the door I accidentally lock because I want to immediately secure my valuables first.

I started to open the secret room where I kept my valuables. For home letters I just slip it on the clothes I want to wear later. Because I usually carry a bag that is a little smaller to work with.

If today I change for a bigger bag, fearing that they will be suspicious and search the contents of my bag. As for valuables such as gold and cash I put in my bag and carry it little by little.

The plan is all valuables and house letters I will save to the deposit box only. They probably won't know where I'm keeping it and I'll pretend it's missing.

***

"You from yesterday-yesterday moody continues what?"

My daydreams about my housewives were further blown away by Mira's question. It turned out that he was quite sensitive as well with my change of attitude all along.

"Why again? Is there a problem with your father-in-law and husband?"

I can't hide all my problems in front of Mira, only she's the one I've trusted to spill all my grievances.

"Yes, yesterday they asked for the letter of the house in the name of Mas Ilham."

"Lho, how can you! That's, right, your home.

Exactly as I thought, Mira would be surprised to hear my words just now.

"Don't they want to sell your house, Rin?"

I haven't thought about it yet, but it's not impossible that they planned it.

Drrt

Suddenly my phone rang and there was the name Mas Ilham listed there, I hurriedly picked up and at that time Mira asked for a loud speaker.

"Hallo, Dek, can you send money to your bank account again?"

I scrunched my forehead.

I threw each other a look with Mira.

"This, Deck, in the vacancy that yesterday I was told to come in for an interview right now."

"Lho, didn't I send a million yesterday, Mas, time's up?"

"Yes, come on, Deck, the place is far away. Yesterday also had to prepare the files first."

"What job, anyway?" Mira approached and whispered in my ear, I replied with a shoulder to shoulder because I did not know what work he was going to do.

"Hallo, Dek, how?"

"Don't be loved." Mira whispered again in my ear.

"I don't have any money, Mom."

"There's no grip at all, Dek. Maas needs this."

"No money was used for shopping the same as paying your mother's debt at the stall."

"What debt, what debt?"

"Say Ma'am Ita I took chicken and meat yesterday."

"Masa, anyway? If there is no borrowing with whom you used to pay a fee later payin."

Mira crossed her hands gesturing me not to comply with Mas Ilham's request.

"Nothing, Mom, the old date of their money has also been thinned."

Mira gave her thumbs up to hear my words.

"Just go to your boss, and then cut your pay."

"Yes, I can't, Mom."

"Then can't do business, anyway, can't be relied on you that.tut."

The connection was broken just by Mas Ilham, what relation was I unreliable? Then who's been financing her life with her mother all this time?

"Your husband is like that, anyway, just like himself if you ask for money. Some want to get a job until it runs out of so much money."

Mira started nagging, since hearing my conversation with Mas Ilham earlier she did not stop clenching her hands. Maybe if my husband was here, he'd been beaten by Mira.

"I also don't know, from yesterday I asked him not to answer."

"Based on a parasitic husband, it's a good thing you're at home with him. If I'm a pious, mending live alone rather than eating heart."

Yes, I admit that in the past Mas Ilham was a caring, loving and responsible figure. That's why I trained my heart to him, to be willing to be married after four months of dating.

However, who would have thought that he now even showed his opposite true nature.

"Don't you feel like there's something weird about your husband's behavior?"

Mira's question struck me a little, these few months Mas Ilham is a little different. He always spends time playing mobile phones, every time I ask he said again mabar online game with his friends.

Sometimes I see Mas Ilham laughing himself while playing his phone, I had suspected that he was playing with other women. However, he rarely even went out of the house.

"Now, Mir, I don't know."

"Try you to investigate first, who knows my hunch is not right."

***

Mira's words still ring clearly in my mind, even until I was home I was still thinking about her words earlier. The house looked clean and tidy when I got home. There were no dirty dishes in the kitchen, everything was clean.

Lauk is also available at the dining table, there is a meat rendang and vegetable lodeh jackfruit. Relieved because my mother began to help me do homework, but I also suspected that this was not the mode so that I would hand over the house letter to Mas Ilham.

"Have you come home, Rin?"

Mom just came out of the room and saw me still standing in the kitchen.

"Eh, yes, Mom. Is Ilham not home yet?"

"Yet your husband still needs to. Don't wait for him to say he's coming home a little night."

"Where is Mas Ilham?"

"To his friend's house."

"Say you wanted a job interview?"

"Yes, go to his friend's house."

Friend, which friend? Looks like I'll have to find out soon.