I'm a Savings Woman

DILEMMAS

That afternoon after performing the asar prayer, Izzah remained silent in the room sitting near the window directly facing the front yard of the house. Izzah was daydreaming when Novi and Hani went into his room.

"What's the matter, ma'am...?" ask Izzah.

"Gini Zah, because now you live here so automatically our expenses will also definitely add. You know your own father is also old, already can not work hard. Now we're here living on your father's pension, so you can help us" Ros said.

"Eeehh your husband is a rich man, you must have a lot of money right now" said Hani added.

"But Ma'am, Izzah no longer holds money now. Want to call the husband can not because Rayhan bang again abroad." said Izzah lying.

"That's your excuse." welcome Hani.

"Truly Hani, I don't hold any money now."

"Izzah if you can't give Mom money better you don't have to stay here. You just added to your father's burden. Not what's kasian?" said bu Novi.

"Had a husband who still bothers parents, basic." said Hani.

"Just if you can't give mom money you better just go back to your husband's house" said Novi ma'am.

Then they came out of Izzah's room. Izzah bowed lethargic, his mind raging. Izzah was in a dilemma, not knowing what to do. If he returns to Jakarta what he will do, because Rayhan wants to divorce him. If you stay in the village, Izzah does not feel good to be a burden for his family.

Oh God, what is this ordeal? What should I tell my father, should I be honest if my husband is going to divorce me?

Izzah stroked her stomach hoping that her baby would not feel the sadness she was feeling.

You have to be a strong boy, son.

The sun slowly sank leaving a streak of reddish light on the western horizon. Slowly the light faded away changing with the darkness of the night. Izzah was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen after the magrib prayer. Mr. Haris came to Izzah.

"What's Zah's cooking?"

"It's well, Izzah cook chicken soup. Incidentally in the refrigerator there is material so Izzah cook it." replied Izzah.

"Alah dad lebay very, justin aja tuh the Izzah cook all at once nyapu, menggepel, nyuci kayak first. Why use the event in all." said Hani who just came and immediately sat at the dining table.

"Just talk to you, Hani. Izzah this is your brother, he's also again..."

"Pregnant." cut Hani. "Yes.iya Hani knows that Izzah is pregnant. Then why if she's pregnant again when she wants a foot barge in this house. Want to tell Hani that's why he needs all of her? Iiihh Hani mah ogah." he continued.

Mr. Haris shook his head.

"Listen Hani..."

Not done, Mr. Haris said, Izzah has cut it.

"It's okay dad. Hani is right, there is no way Izzah just stay still for here, continue to want to settle everything. Izzah also used to know everything well."

"But Zah." said Mr. Haris who cut Hani back.

"Iiihh dad, his Izzah people don't matter also why the dad is complicated anyway" he said.

"Why are you guys making a fuss from back then?" said Novi ma'am who immediately sat near Hani.

"This is ma'am, I forbid Izzah cook, can't be tired, much more." replied Hani.

"Wah tumben really attention father with Izzah, when it used to be normal." said Bu Novi.

"Yes." said Hani.

Mr. Haris looked at Izzah guiltily. Izzah who saw his father moody approached his father and smiled.

"Yes, don't think about it. Izzah is okay. Let's eat, this soup has died." said Izzah while putting a bowl of soup on the dining table.

I'm sorry, I've been unfair to you all this time, son. I promise I'll make up for everything.