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Chapters 12. The Strangeness of Mother-in-law
A woman who is so strict with her charisma. Her authoritative walking manner, her gentle smile, proved that she was no ordinary woman. Maybe piyayi, as I often hear advice from my grandmother's late home.
..."Be a precious woman, not just beautiful and smart. However, it has adab and ethics. Behave as is nature. Master a calm heart, life will be peaceful and serene, walk gracefully, speak polite words and behave decently like a piyayi." grandmother's advice to me when I was not even ten years old that time....
The woman at first glance reminded me of the sentence my grandmother used to say to me. As I can see the figure of the grandmother of a middle-aged woman who is now sitting opposite the man who is my husband.
From a distance, there are indeed similar to my grandmother's old temperament. But, somehow. Maybe people of that age will display almost the same attitude and attitude in their age group. It seems, my mother-in-law's age is the same as my grandmother's before she died.
"Hey!" One pat hit my wrist, the shock made a sound as the spoon and cup clashed.
"Dreaming, the tea is not yet?" He came and took his tea from me.
"What are there instalments until it looks so stressed?" This time I don't want to say back. Let my cheek muscles relax for today.
He brought his tea to the front room, "Wait!"
"I gave it to your mother." My love took the cup from his hand. At first glance his gaze shriveled, but there was no rejection at my request.
Middle aged woman with midi dress. I was impressed by her appearance and attitude, although if remembered first I had been threatened by her. However, I felt mother's mood at the time and today was different. I want to get closer to him.
Smiling at him, I knelt down to put the cup on the table. "Thank you." His words are simple but sound valuable.
"Herbal tea with a little added palm sugar, ma'am. My words are still in the same position. Kneel down and wait for the tea to drink.
The cup was on the edge of his lips, even when drinking it looked so elegant and dazzling. His brows furrowed, revealing the lines on his forehead becoming clearer.
His expression like that made me equalize the look of his face. "Not good, Mom?" My toot.
It was hard to swallow, but he shook his head. "Enak, fresh. The smell of the spice is very soothing to the soul, so relax." His reviews on my tea.
My smile broke, "thank you, if you like."
"What's the hell kind of a girl?" That shitty guy came from behind.
"You've never been?" Her mother asked, turning her head sideways, as her annoying son hugged her from behind.
"No, I've never made tea like that. He just made me bitter black coffee without sugar." His words vilify me. I never made any drinks for him.
Never made it, he vilified me. Especially if I make something? It will certainly be reviewed worse and become the subject of stories to a tenth of the world's population.
Puk. She patted the sofa and asked me to sit on her left. I said, after that ordered his son to sit next to him.
Take my hand and hold it in your lap. I looked at him confused, increasingly confused by this situation when mother asked him something beyond reason. "Do you really love my son?"
If I may say, there is not a little love. If I wanted to, I'm asking for a divorce from him right now. I really don't love her. Maybe there used to be a taste, but after being ignored it feels different and vice versa.
"...." - ".I just shut up and bowed.
"I know your answer. Very clear with my attitude like that. Then don't stop my son from finding a woman who's more worthy of him." He put my hand on my lap.
I frowned, why did I feel that sentence did not match the appearance of that piyayi mistress. Although there's nothing wrong with that sentence, and I don't mind if his son wants to get married again or something. However, that sentence should not have come out from the lips of this middle-aged woman in front of me whose appearance resembled that of my grandmother.
He patted the cheek of his son who was still as silent as I was. I don't know what situation I'm faced with?
"What food is there? There isn't yet, is there? What do you want mom to cook, hem?"
The man just nodded. When his mother got up, he held her back. "Mom, I can't marry someone I don't know." He told his mother.
His mother smiled and said, "of course not necessarily love."
"No need for love, Mom."
"Then, on what basis is the acceptance and guarantee of loyalty without love? You're too young to understand life, my dear." Said the mother to her son.
"No, Ma. With him I feel enough. Pravita didn't answer mom's questions straight away, not mean she didn't love me Mom. I can't conclude that."
"Mom knew from the beginning, even from the time of your High School." His mother stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
Unexpectedly, the man stepped out of his chair and spoke again, "If he doesn't love me. Then let me love him and keep tying him to my life."
More than that, now he pulled me up and took me in his embrace. The woman's response only smiled faintly as she shook her head.
When my mother-in-law walked back to the kitchen, this man whispered to me.
"You have to play a good role and convince everyone that we love each other, you idiot!" His fizz with a grip on the upper arm of my left hand.
"Issh, why should I if you could just hold it. After all the question is about love, obviously the answer is 'no'. Strange, you idiot Uh!" My equal reply sizzled it.
My tang that was wrapped around her waist, became an opportunity for me to break her waist.
Dumbass! Pinch a small portion of fat plus a 180-degree twisting motion. Makes it stingy.
"Shhh. What are you doing?"
"Twine your little fat. Hihih." I don't know what happened to my in-laws head when he and I were stuck trying to pinch each other's waist with a powerful pinch as much as possible.
