Husband, If Your Father Is On Your Mother, Your Sins Are On Me

Episode 50's

I immediately brought cold water to Mas Yandri. He just got back from spreading a brochure.

"Eat first, Mas, Neng ready." I was about to move into the kitchen when Mas Yandri refused.

"Later Neng, Mas want to sit down first. It's hot outside."

I sat next to him.

"Neng thought it was Mas nyebarin brochure with a motorbike, he knew walking. Oh yeah, how many brochures are left?"

"Out Neng," said Mas Yandri short.

"Abi? Where did Mas Nyebarin go? If around the most complex kan kernusan aja. I brought 300 brochures, "I'm amazed.

"Pass spread to Neng highway, to shops, Alfamart, Indomaret, same offices."

I looked at him in disbelief.

"Mas, to the front road it's 3 kilometers loh. And walk?"

Mas Yandri chuckled, "Well yes Neng. I was just going to be around here, but I was thinking, you guys get to the front."

Justjust wonderful. My decision to marry Mas Yandri was not wrong. My friends used to be so jealous because I married a normal guy. While they, on average, look for men with excess material. At that time I said, it does not matter to live with a man who does not have more material, mediocre is okay as long as it can be relied upon at all times. Evidently, when we were falling, Mas Yandri was very reliable. I don't need to worry.

I intended to feed Dre and was lifting my body off the sofa as my eyes stared at Mas Yandri's toes.

As soon as I sat back down and cried, I sobbed and made Mas Yandri who was sitting next to me gasp.

"You why Neng? It hurt?" tanyanya's worried.

I nodded slowly and pointed at his feet.

"Jari Mas bloody, Mas must have gone a long way until it could be rich...."

Mas Yandri smiled, "Is you mah, I think what's wrong. I just realized that my toes are bleeding. Fidgeting with his flashpins Neng."

I can only be quiet. No words can express how much I am moved, sad, sorry for my husband. Realizing this, my resolve grew stronger. Just as Mas Yandri was trying hard for our family life, then I will also try hard, support and accompany him to the end.

***

The first order of banten roasted chicken came from the neighbors around me. Many of them do not want to receive change. When I refused, they returned my words first. Rejeki unyielding, pamali, later do not want to come again. Again I am moved. I don't know, things have made me very sensitive and easy to cry lately.

***

[Price of one portion without rice how much?]

A message from a new number came into my phone. My number is used for bookings.

[13 thousand feet]

[Can we take it to Setiabudi Road?]

I was silent for a moment. The address is quite far from my home.

[Can brother, at most 5 thousand postage, nothing?]

I pray that my prospective buyers do not mind. 5 thousand means a lot to me when the price of fuel rises.

[I'm Sutinah's sister-in-law]

It turns out that Mbak Tinah's sister-in-law.

[Yes brother. How many messages?]

[I want to order 5. But the price is reducing. Friend price, 10 thousand. Do not continue to use postage, right? The sales are also very calculated. Same with new customers!]

My breath was instantly congested reading his reply. So like this it feels, the struggle of the rupiah fighters. According to people we may overdo it because of calculations on money that they think is not how much. But for us, a thousand rupiahs is very valuable. If you already have no money at all, let alone 5 thousand, a thousand if there is no yes no.

"Yes nothing Neng, maybe he was just that money. Don't you love that price this time without shipping. Count the promotions," Mas Yandri argued.

I picked up my phone and typed in a reply for Brother-in-law Mbak Tinah.

[Okay sister, 15 minutes to go.]

***

Mas Yandri arranged the order package on the motor.

"Mas left first, Neng" she said to me.

I nodded in agreement while looking at the already overcast sky. "Mas, bring a raincoat. Want to test the power."

"Calm Neng, there's a bike seat. I'm leaving first, Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalam." I stared at Mas Yandri's departure with a trident.

***

It's almost 9 p.m., but Mas Yandri hasn't returned yet. The situation outside was already quiet because of the heavy rain that fell not long after he set off to deliver the order. I who just put Dre to bed chose to sit on the sofa facing out.

At exactly 10 o'clock Yandri arrived. I hurried to get a towel and opened the door. The heavy rain made the shirt worn by Mas Yandri wet even though he was wearing a raincoat.

When I entered, I was stunned to see his sad face and also the package in his hand.

***

"Neng, who was angry because he said Mas later nganter. He's been canceled and pesen other foods. Even though I did follow the map. Just because it's far away, it's a long time." Mas Yandri opened his voice after changing clothes.

I looked at him in disbelief. Be ill. Yes, my heart hurts so much to be treated so unfairly.

"Pas home, Mas stray because in the area there are many roads that are closed after 6 pm. Sorry I can't afford to."

I nodded, though sad. "That's nothing, what's important is that we're home. Neng ready to eat huh?"

Mas Yandri shook his head, "Angetin was a chicken that was wanted to be delivered Neng, Mubazir did not eat. Eat that."

I cry again.

"Why Neng?" Yandri asked.

"Mas' heartache, diginiin," I sobbed.

"While perhaps according to the people, Neng was exaggerated. Crying because of how much money. But make Neng valuable."

Mas Yandri ruffled my hair and I brushed his hand away slowly.

"Neither be sad. Not our windfall. Evidently, want to be pursued to any extent if not our windfall yes we do not get caught. Relax Neng, windfall won't knocker."

I nodded and wiped my tears.

Ting!

A message came in from Bu Rt.

[Bu Rere, is the chicken still there? There is my family came suddenly, they want to try chicken roasted banten seasoning he said. If I still have 10 yes.]

I was stunned to read it. At once God lifted my sorrow and replaced it with gratitude.

***

The temple is required in prayer and is taken with effort. But no matter how hard you try, that windfall will not be yours if it is not meant for you. Be patient. Your ridicule will come on its own in a supernatural way, in a predetermined way and path. And your patience will be replaced with a commensurate result.