I'm Not the Dream Son-in-law

Part 9's

"ENOUGH HALIMAH. THE ODGJ'S JONO. YOUR CHILD. DON'T THROW STONES HIDE YOUR HANDS. YOU'RE HALIMAH." He shouted while grabbing his coarse hair.

As soon as the face of the red Halimah maam held shame, extraordinary embarrassment let alone Miss Halimah treated like that, her hair that she Gelung had to unravel undisturbed, she said, all citrus villagers know that their son Jono is mentally ill because he did not marry Rina. From the first Rina was indeed a tomboy appearance why was the issue of Miss Halimah? He knows about it too, then? Trouble for you.

"Mom Halimah! Si Rina mah, from the time of orok he was a tomboy, right said Siti tea . If the Joni is the one who is stressed." said Mpok Titin defended Bu Siti.

"Yes, yesterday I met Jono talking to himself while laughing. When I asked why, she answered, she said that Rina wanted to have five children so she answered." His son Mpok Titin.

"It's true Din." Ask the other mother.

Early son Mpok Titin nods his head.

Halimah regretted a thousand times regretting having stopped by in her shop, her face was now red withstanding emotions and anger was not expected that the sneer would turn towards her and hurt her own heart, Ms. Siti just smiled to see Halimah's face go out red.

Ms. Siti was not a triumphant smile but a sad smile seeing her being in the corner straight by them. Had Halimah not started this would never have happened.

"Mom-mothers have not cornered Miss Halimah is not good, has disbanded. For those who have bought it," said Bu Siti.

Without saying Halimah left in a hurry there was a sense of disappointment in all the intentions of the heart to insult Bu Siti and defended them instead he was trapped in the situation he made, he said, like rice has become porridge will never be able to return intact.

Brakkk's.

The door opened violently when the owner opened. Mr. Ali who saw him approached and asked.

"Why Ma'am, come home from the stall his face was bent that way," asked Mr. Ali.

Huff, heard a heavy sigh from Bu Siti, stared at the face of Mr. Ali who smiled sweetly at him.

"It's all because of Dad!" Throw the salted fish on the table.

"Loh! Kok, because of the Father, the Father is wrong what the mother is, until the mother and the salted fish become victims of violence." Rebuttals.

"If it wasn't for you then who should you blame." Sewot again until his breath engosan.

"Mom, sit down first. Continue to tell the same story, Mr. Ali replied and sat Bu Siti on a wooden bench on the dining table.

"Sir! Sir. Why the hell! You have an ex-Kayak Halimah! There is no better woman here, so beautiful! To the extent that father's choice fell on him!"

"Astaghfiullah? Mammy? I'm angry because I met Halimah?"

"Yes!" The judes.

"Cieeee, someone's jealous."

"Ali Surahman! I'm not jealous of her!" Strike with a waist.

"Then?"

"Huh! Then-then! Traffic!" He said without looking at Ali's face.

"Don't do it, ma'am, just as gi*a ma'am, who's sane is Napa." The plumber who still looks at his wife's face if angry again looks beautiful.

Bu Siti grunted loudly to her husband.

"Father more love deh, same mother, especially in jealousy turned out to be the highest mother in the heart of the Father." Hugged her body tightly.

"Cieeee, there's another hug kiss," Rina's cry surprised the two.

"Rina!" The answer is quick and compact.

"Cieeee, compote again. I'm still young, it's not so." Manyun.

Mr. Ali broke his embrace and looked at his daughter-in-law, Ms. Siti smiled shyly caught by his son.

"Mas, earlier it was like someone was angry that way," he quipped to make his mother frown wonder why, his son-in-law could hear it since when they both nagged.

"Ri." Call Farhan when both are in the room.

Rina turned her head back and opened her hijab.

"What?"

Rina just smiled in both eyes like she did not want to go home quickly especially in the city of Bandung at home her husband must have his mother-in-law. Make males come home but Rina has to go home and follow her husband. Maubt doesn't want to go home.

"If you still feel at home here, do not papa, let Mas who came home. Not good for the boss either. I was on leave for two weeks the day after tomorrow was not an office."

"I'm coming home, come with you. Where Farhan is there is Rina." Answer with a smile.

"The smile is also not sincere, do not be forced papa if you want to be here first, mas tau kok, if you are at home must be in omelin with mama mbak Septi and Mbak Risa sorry." He nodded his head staring at the floor.

"Sorry, what for? I'm happy with you, about the insults that mom always throws I consider only the wind then. With time God willing, my mother will accept me as her daughter-in-law, her favorite daughter-in-law." His hopeful words may come true that nothing will be impossible if the almighty will is sure to happen.

"AMEN."

Farhan guaranteed Rina's prayer and her hands rubbed her face.

"Ri."

"What the hell Mas, from earlier Ran Rin continued, there was something to talk about," Rina put her face on Farhan's shoulders.

"Mas, sorry can't be a good husband to you yet." It sounded heavy, actually Farhan knew if his wife was depressed by the attitude of her mother, who always compared Rina and the other two daughters-in-law. He often heard inappropriate words from his mouth.

Rina is often said to be a thug child, children do not eat school, women do not have a career do not have intelligence.

If her mother says Rina child does not eat school then Rina will answer it that makes everyone laugh.

"Farhan, Farhan, find a wife who is highly educated career ngapa, is this a gini model, gini, in view of any aspect still does not change you want to wear her brand clothes remain aja kampungan, style of dress is also like a thug. And one more thing he's just a high school graduate just as well as not eating school." Mama said back then, when me and Lina came to the house.

"Emang Mama used to eat at school?" Ask Rina.

"Yes, that! I went to school from Kindergarten to college." Answer with pride.

"WOW." Both eyes are perfectly round like round tofu. "How many schoolchildren do you eat" he asked.

Mama who felt herself the most right with her mummy patted her chest.

"I ate five school days." To put it bluntly, Rina is only a high school graduate and has no permanent job other than a hawker.

Prock, prokkk.

Rina's applause echoed in this room, my four Big Sisters looking at her full of question marks.

"Great yes Mas, mama can eat school as much as five times, worth a try and give a thumbs up." Speak with thought.

"Don't let one bench I eat, even a little I've been turned over, especially if the stool is made of teak wood choice, can fall out my teeth," he replied innocently. My sister and I held back laughter at the reply from Rina my two sisters-in-law giggled with laughter by holding her stomach. While mama looked at Rina hatefully there was a flash of anger that was shooting up.

"Ma, don't look at me like that, am I afraid?" The answer is more oath for the sake of chicken noodles semangkok, if laughing fear of sin if not laugh loss, holding back laughter makes my stomach hurt like someone wants to come out, whether that's what and finally.

Brooots.

Strange and smelling sounds came out smoothly without a hitch, two people who dropped each other silent at once both were busy holding his nose that was thick with the gas I released.

"FARHAN." Maki Mama with eyes glaring as if I wanted to be eaten alive.

"Sorry." I cupped my hands together with a face

"Ih. Mas. Smell tau!" Rina was no less angry as she closed her nose.

Some of them argue about the bench everything, right, mama so defeated terribly, who is ashamed, mama alone? I want to say to Mama, unfortunately I dare not be afraid not to kiss God's paradise.

Her crush was excited to imagine the incident a few months ago, suddenly Rina patted my shoulder, ah, so ambyar.

"What a hell, a smile of her own," it was obvious that she was astonished to find it strange to see me smiling.

I just shook my head.

"If not answered it means Mas is imagining playing with other girls again. If that's true I swear the eggplant withered always does not work," his vow makes me creep if the vow is real I lose, can not grow crops anymore.

"I don't think about other girls."

"Then!" Investigating it by looking at me from top to bottom, stared at it like my guts shrieked as well. Women are all right, want to be wrong also stay right always ahead, the fathers always give always in the number two. The story Mas Farhan narrated.