Husband Backup

Gatherer

My dear wife

Le, my mom came to our house today. You come home from work meet me at Yu Djum huh. I have something to discuss with you. It matters!

If only I didn't remember at the office, I might have cried out in shock. Why try Mama-in-Law far from Jakarta to Yogyakarta? ****** I will be in court.

My gaze was diverted to the digital clock on the HP screen. At 16:55. Sip, five minutes to work. I quickly turned off the computer and packed things.

"Today ain't overtime you, Le?" reproof Rean

"Old time every day anyway. My work was done the other time. Well, I'm in WA bini said I should go home. Mommy-in-law's coming."

"Surely related to yesterday's viral gossip yes.***** you are in court. Haha." Rean laughed out loud. Rean's the definition of lucknut's friend. Happy when your friend is miserable.

When all is done, I stand up. Suddenly Mami Gia appears. "Le, you wanna go home?"

"Yes, my mother-in-law came to Yogyakarta so she was told to go home with a spit."

"Well, can't you overtime? I'm asking you to cement the artist who will collabs my ma."

"Sorry, I can't. I promised you I'd come home spit." My eyes were fixed on Rean next to me. "Mami asked Rean to meet the artist."

"My shell?" Rean looked at me with a look of wonder.

"Emang Rean wants to overtime for the sake of nemenin I met the artist."

I squeezed Rean's shoulder. "Yes would want dong. His eyes looked at the artist. Yes, I want to go home first."

I waved to Mami Gia and Rean.

***

When entering Yu Djum Nazneen was already sitting syantik at the table that I used to sit at. I approached him. "Sorry late, Mami Gia was invited to talk first."

"No what. I'm also new nyampe," replied Nazneen ketus accompanied by a wry smile.

I know she's still jealous of Mami Gia. "You're calm just talking about work. He asked me to overtime for him to meet the artist who would collabs him, but I refused. Bay the way, why meet here?"

"I want to talk to you about Mama. Mama will definitely be excited about what is going on with our household. Well, we have to be compact pretending to be friendly in front of Mama let Mama think our household is fine."

I honestly don't agree with Nazneen's idea. "Why pretend anyway? Why aren't we really that friendly?"

Nazneen's eyes glared. "That's all I'm sorry for your betrayal?"

I'm shuffling hair in frustration with this chick in front of me. "How many times do I have to tell you that I didn't betray you."

"Yes, you lied to me. Her overtime uh turns out to be in the widow's house."

Checkmate. On this matter I cannot deny. I admit I was wrong because I lied yesterday. Maybe honestly it wouldn't be this complicated. What is the power of rice is already porridge.

"So you don't agree with my idea? Yeah, well, don't mess up if Mama's gonna go berserk and ask you to divorce me."

I thought for a moment. If you do not accept the idea of Nazneen, he will complain to his mother who does not. As a result his mother was angry and took Nazneen home to Jakarta or forced me to drop talaq. Naw. I don't want that to happen.

"OKAY. I agree with your idea."

The waiter came with two servings of Besek menu containing gudeg, krecek, chicken lower thighs and eggs of three seeds. Apparently Nazneen. Good though. So I just eat.

***

"What's your household actually doing?" My mother-in-law asked me the subject.

Nazneen and I looked at each other. Our view seemed to ask who should answer his question.

"There's nothing, Ma. Just misunderstanding. There's still a prankster who spices the narrative let our household crack."

I breathed a sigh of relief Nazneen first who answered his question.

My mother's hand pointed at my face. "Keep why are you in that flirtatious widow's house?"

I began to tell the beginning of coming home from work to stay at Mami Gia's house at length times height by width without anything being exaggerated or reduced. "I'm wrong I'm lying to Nazneen." I'm downcast embarrassed.

"I'm sorry about Ale, Ma. Our home is back. Isn't that right, honey?"

Nazneen hugged me spoiled. I returned the hug with a kiss on his forehead. Duh, pleasure. I haven't felt a warm embrace in a long time. Last time it was early marriage. On the first night. After that we started fighting.

"Thank God that your household is doing well. Mama thought your household cracked so defend to Yogyakarta to be the mediator of your problems. Who knows, you can reconcile."

"Just be calm as long as my heart beats, I won't let anyone break our household."

"Co Cweet is really you, Yang."

Nazneen pinched my cheek angrily. Damn it hurts that pinch.

***

When I came out of the room I saw Nazneen in the kitchen with his mother. This is my chance to make out with him again.

"Morning, dear," I said a spoiled tone.

"By the morning too, dear. Well, I've cooked your favorite dishes. Chef Nazneen's fried rice."

I hugged him from behind and kissed his neck. Nazneen squirms trying to let go of my embrace. "Ih, what the hell. Early in the morning was flirty. Shame to know about Mama."

"Not what time, Naz. Mama actually likes to see kaliam mesra kayak gini. So Mama can just relax back to Jakarta."

"Huh? Mama's coming home today?" I'm composing with Nazneen.

"Fright home. We haven't been walking around." I'm chit-stepping. Though in a happy heart in-laws quickly go home so my heart is not afraid to be scolded. One side is sad too, it means that after Mama-in-Law returned home the romantic drama created by Nazneen must end.

"The idea is long, but the Papa Naz will be raging left for a long time."

"What time does the plane leave?"

"Nine this morning."

"Would we take you to the airport, ma?" This time it was Nazneen who offered help to Mama.

"No need. You can take an online taxi to the airport. You guys are going to work."

My mother-in-law was the most understanding. So I don't have to bother permission to Mami Gia to come late.

"Mama asked for one. Please take care of the integrity of your household yes," continued Mama-in-law.

"Just be calm, I'll desperately take care of Nazneen and the integrity of our household."

After that we had breakfast together.