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

Chapter 8's

I cleaned the garden just after Mas Yandri left for work. My eyes unintentionally looked towards the front house. Some mothers have sat in front of the fence right on the side of the road using a long bench that they did not know where they were taking it from.

Not long ago the voice of the vegetable. Apparently the mothers were waiting for the arrival of the vegetable maker. Out of curiosity, I went out of the fence to the horde of mothers who had surrounded the merchandise.

Remembering some of the kitchen spices that were not there, I tried to find and take what I needed.

"Sir, the kitchen spice can buy a little?" my many.

The seller answered my question kindly. He helped me get what I needed.

"What's the cook today?" A mother with a makeup that wow asked me. I remember, this mother who spoke cynically to me when she first introduced herself yesterday.

"Still do not know mom, kanya make fried chicken just easy." I replied with a smile.

Some of my new neighbors started calling me Neng Rere. Besides they know if I come from Pasundan land, they also heard when mas Yandri called me to leave for work. Oh yeah, cynical mom is the exception.

"Sir, the seasoning of fried chicken concoction is one yes," I added followed by a nod of the father of the seller.

"That's what a delicious concoction! Rere can't cook, can he? Learn dong, Re. So the wife should be all can. Chicken seasoning time just buy it!"

O God, my God, still with the same mother. I don't understand, from the beginning why this one human being doesn't like me. I don't know where my mistake was.

"Yes mom, I can't cook. Nothing can't cook, the important thing is still to eat." I said relax without burden. I don't care what others say as long as it's not constructive criticism or advice. If those words were meant to be down or downplayed, please forgive me, my parents taught me not to be dizzy.

"You are, sassy! You know older people, and the answer is that?!"

I swear to God, I don't know what part of my words made her think I was presumptuous.

"I'm sorry if my words offended my mother, how should I answer? Please tell me. Honestly, I would rather if my mom knew I had the original seasoning of manually made fried chicken than just tell me to learn."

Some of the mothers and fathers of the sellers were seen withholding smiles.

"Udah bu Jejen, just so Neng Rere wants how too. He is the one cooking. It doesn't bother you, does it?" A mother with a dark blue pashmina stood up for me.

The mother in question just thumped my lips and looked at me cynically.

'Oh, Miss Jejen, I'll tell you!' I said in my heart.

***

By 5 Mas Yandri opened the fence. I who was lying on the couch after bathing, came out to him. Seen if some mothers have been sitting sweetly right across my house. Some of them were staring at me and Mas Yandri.

This city is incredibly hot. I who from birth live in a city that tends to be cold and cloudy all the time become unable to bear if it has to be outside the house for too long.

When I came to the dining table, Mas Yandri already looked fresh.

"Later tonight we go to the RT house. Reports, all of us know if we want to give thanks for the study. You will take care of it later. It costs to take it from the atm that's in you."

I nodded in agreement.

***

The RT chief in this neighborhood is very friendly. He is a retired lecturer from one of the public universities in this city. His wife was no less friendly. Ms. RT is active in various studies and offers if I want to join. I am glad to accept it. Time to upgrade yourself through the spiritual path.

The study was conducted a week after our visit to the RT home. The time coincides during the weekend so that Mas Yandri is at home. My husband has helped me a lot from morning. Although there was not much to do because I chose to order a rice box with cakes. For snacks during the event, I bought from a supermarket that was quite close to home.

I stood at the door welcoming the neighbors who had arrived. The average person welcomes me kindly. Mrs Jejen is obviously not included. He only greeted me with his cynical face. I could see, his eyes sweeping across the house and talking whispering with his two friends.

'Geng Bu Jejen is, after all,' my mind while looking at Bu Jejen at a glance.

***

I was still sitting talking to the neighbors a block after the lecture was over. I did invite all the neighbors on this block. The rest, I handed it to RT. Ms. RT said some of the rest came from the back block of my house and also from members of the regular study in the mosque near here.

"The cake is not good." My ears caught the voice of Jejen said to his two friends who I finally knew were named Romlah and Mumun ma'am.

"Yes, the review of the cake from the market," replied Mumun. The three then giggled amusedly while eating a cake that they thought was not delicious.

"Oh that's a market cake, huh mom? Just found out. It says Holland Bakery." I speak their words.

Bu Jejen looked surprised and flipped the lid over. His eyes widened as he read correctly the inscribed writing.

"Tomorrow if you study again, I pesen cake from the market Jco deh. If not from Starbucks."

His face was already red. They quickly cleaned their cake, got up to the front door and passed me without saying goodbye.

"Mom, he said it wasn't good. Nothing if you don't want to take." I looked at those who were ruffled wearing sandals. Within seconds, they were out of sight.

I swear, I don't like it when it comes to fighting older people. But if I keep quiet, they'll definitely consider me an easy target and keep pestering. I'm going to put my respect on the people I deserve. And for those who dare to tease me, I will also not hesitate to show my fangs and claws.