Husband Setting

Home-in-law

Jen still didn't expect that her day would end here. At his in-laws house. He even cursed Darren who disappeared from the house after breakfast. But now, he withdraws the curse again, he really is very sorry.

Darren relatives still live here, so this house feels very crowded and full. Jen feels foreign in this house, in addition to sticking to her Mama-in-law she just keeps quiet in a place that does not attract attention. Occasionally join if someone involves it.

They were still gathered in the central room that was fused with the dining room. Let go of each other and tell each other the journey of life.

"If you're tired, you rest first." Desy rubbed Jen's hands that were clinging to each other. The son-in-law looked surprised and smiled in self-control.

"That's tired, really, Ma," Jen replied flatly. For a moment he watched his mother-in-law who had just come from the kitchen with a tray. "Wanna clean the glass?"

Desy turned her head towards the tray she kept on the other side of the hand. "Yes, just want mama to pack it up, afraid that Dinka's cat will do it again." Desy smile.

Jen stretched out her hand, she suddenly remembered her mother's message earlier this afternoon. "There's no maid so whatever your mother-in-law's job you have to help!"

"Let Jen help, Ma .." she said with a smile. If it was just a small thing, he was sure he could do it.

"Go ahead, Jen .. You just take a break." Desy kept the tray out of Jen's range, which was slightly reaching for the tray in her hand. Desy is in a dilemma position, she always needs real help, but she hesitates if Jen helps her.

"Jen's not tired, Ma ... Jen's been sitting all day, right? Here, let Jen alone ... Mama just showed me which one Jen should take." Impatiently, Jen took over the tray and headed for a small group that had consumed the coffee and tea.

Jen smiled for a moment as the eight people sitting on the living room carpet turned their heads. Darren and Dinka were there too.

"The crappy times your ghost, Des ...!" the girl Jen knew was her father-in-law's aunt, named Ita. This family had not arrived long ago, for they lived on another island.

Desy smiled, "Yes, Bi ...," Desy replied awkwardly. "His room is ready if Auntie wants to rest."

"Yes, in a moment," Ita observed Jen's clinginess carefully packing the glasses. "You're lucky to have a beautiful wife like her, Ren!" he looked at Darren.

Darren only smiled at a glance in response to Ita's remark. "Grandma likes him?" Darren always called Ita the same name as his grandmother. Although it looks fierce, but Ita's grandmother is very caring and loving.

"Yes, Grandma likes a ghost who wants to mix with her husband's family like this." Ita's hand stretched out to pat Jen on the shoulder.

Darren smiled again, "Take him to sleep with Grandma later."

"There-there you are! Not ... Let grandma sleep with Dinka only!" kesalah.

Jen frowned behind her lowered face. The tail of his eyes glanced at Darren who seemed to have deliberately made it difficult for him in this house.

"I go back first," said after packing the glasses. I just feel like running. Moreover, Dinka who immediately looked at him did not like. While others looked at him attentively.

"Be careful, Son. Tomorrow Mama will wash it, you just take a break" Desy ordered. Jen nodded and quickly left them.

Jen's lips parted instantly when she saw the amount of dishwasher and dirty glass near the sink. The former dinner of Grandma Ita and her relatives seems to have not been touched at all by her mother-in-law.

Jen put the tray down, she scratched her neck. "Well, should I fix this?" thought lazy.

"Mama Desy said, I'll clean it up tomorrow. I'd better just follow!" Jen plays lips and stays away from the sink.

But not until he left the kitchen, Dinka cat named Myung sauntered casually while licking the tip of his nose. Her green-lit eyes stared at Jen for a moment. Just like the owner, Myung doesn't seem to like Jen. The gray cat deftly jumped onto the sink Jen left behind.

Jen widened her eyes when Myung's tail grabbed the glasses until they clank. "You deliberately, yes, Cing ...," he exclaimed at the cat sitting while staring at the wall in front of him. Waiting for a passing lizard, maybe.

"Sana went ...," he said, lifting the cat, putting the heavy cat near his feet. Swiping her slowly, but Myung immediately turned her head to bite Jen's hand.

"Ish ... hurts! Fucking cat!" Jen shook her hand. "Far away! If you don't like it, don't play violence. You're the host here, so you want to be like me?" Jen's back legs stretched out to drive Myung away from nearby. You fierce cat!

"Why did my Myung you kick?" shout Dinka.

Jen who was still looking at the bite marks Myung left marks despite not tearing her skin turned her head. "He bit me!" He shows Myung's bite marks on Dinka who took Myung from near Jen's feet.

"So are you gonna kick him? You're so mean, yeah!" At first glance Dinka looked at the bottom of Jen's index finger which had Myung bite marks. Then Dinka's eyes sharpened as she returned the look of her sister-in-law's compassion.

"I don't miss, kok, Din .. I just miss him using ka—"

"That's why you said .. Just tell me you want to get back at me through Myung!" cut off Dinka, the look in her eyes did not weaken at all denouncing Jen. He turned around and threw away his very rude face. Leaving Jen who was pecking held back in annoyance.

"It's a good thing she's Mama Desy's son, if it's just her sister Darren and I've remes-remes that cab mouth!" jen muttered almost just a lip movement, because Dinka was still at the end of the kitchen. Jen took her breath, stretched her patience, she didn't want to make a fuss. He would rather turn around and face the mountainous dishwasher again.

Jen would not want to immediately set aside the glass and without a second thought immediately clean it up. Pouring a lot of dish soap, Jen began to rub the plate a little slippery so much soap that he poured.

"G-yeh ...." Jen closed her eyes, as the water poured down her face, her hands groping the tap lever to turn it off.

Darren thought Jen had gone to the room that Darren remembered he had not been able to clean up. But when he got there, his room was still quiet.

"Where is he?" batin Darren closed the door again. He turned around and found Grandma Ita with Dinka and Myung in her carriage towards the room that was opposite but not facing.

Darren's room is at the back and is adjacent to the terrace facing the fence wall. The back yard of this house is indeed narrow enough to dry clothes. Probably about a meter before reaching the back fence.

"Nyari Jen, Nek ...," said Darren ahead of the question the old woman might have.

"You want to take the fight, huh?" Nek Ita asked with a serious expression. "Don't be noisy later, yeah .. interrupt another sleep later." Ita's grandmother moved her eyebrows upward repeatedly, before turning into Dinka's room.

Darren was speechless other than following the old grandmother's limping motion. Hearing the word battle, the corner of Darren's lips attracted a glance. He shook his head before passing and looked for Jen again. Probably still in the kitchen.

The splashing of water hastened Darren's steps into the kitchen. When her eyes saw Jen being soaked and the floor around Jen's feet wet, she rushed over.

"Don't open the water. The water filter was taken by Mama," Darren grabbed the tap lever and shrank the flow of water from the tap. He smiled at Jen, who was almost halfway through washing the dishes.

"I know, but always forget ...," Jen wiped her face with the tip of her shoulder. "... it's just squirting all the time."

Darren chuckled, "And my mom said it's clean tomorrow."

Jen glanced at Darren at a glance. "So Dinka's cat came up here, afraid of breaking this glass and this plate." He was busy scrubbing the remaining two dishes.

"His cat has entered Dinka's room, so she won't be here again." Darren took the plate in Jen's hand. "You're the soaps, let me rinse!" Darren kicked Jen out with his body.

Both of them were silent, only the sound of water falling as a pausing rhythm.

"Sorry for this morning" Jen said suddenly. He turned his face to look at Darren.

"Don't think .. Sorry also because of me you so scolded mama." Darren smiled at a glance. Jen nodded and looked back.

"You love the soap most of it was, yeah .. until it's slippery like this. There are so many busses." Darren tried to break the awkwardness between them. Either way, Darren himself was confused, they would be very talkative when fighting, but when getting along, only one or two words came out of the mouths of the two of them.

"Ngga too, anyway ...," Jen took a soap bottle filled with a thick yellow liquid and lemon-scented. Shake it in front of Darren. "... So much time?"

Darren smiled again when he saw Jen's face shriveled questioningly. No longer many, but mostly, Darren's inner with the corners of his lips widened. But he didn't want to make Jen feel guilty.

"If the soap is mostly clean and the rinse is not clean, the smell of the soap is left here ...," Darren thrusts the glass in his hand into Jen's nose. "So, don't let your sponge go back and forth to that soap container. Gini, here."

Darren takes over the sponge in Jen's hands. "You're the one who rinses, but the water don't fad!"

Jen according to, she rinsed off the rest of Darren's rinse and followed what Darren said. Rub the furniture to the doormat.

"Why not get a tap filter? Let the water flow slowly?"

"Mama not impatient people, sometimes fill the water later even though mama had to care about grandma and us .. so mama cogkel filternya." He showed a faucet filter placed on the window sill.

"Oh!" Jen seemed to have just realized how troublesome this family was. So he just smiled and quickly finished his work.

"Can you fix everything?" Ask a question that Jen took. "I'll mop the floor, let it not be slippery. Afraid you'll forget and fall."

Jen nodded again. Seeing Darren like that made Jen's neck dry.

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