Marriage Dilemma

25 Thousand

I was so unexpected that the marriage I had chosen turned out to be the path to the wound.

Wh why? I have to marry a man who can't appreciate and understand his wife's feelings.

Wh why? I have to find a man like that, a man who has no standing like the head of the household in general.

My husband was so obedient to his mother, whatever her orders, my husband never denied it even once.

While me? I am his wife, but I am treated like a babu who willingly contributes his energy, heart, and mind.

If it were not for the child, I would have left the two stone-hearted men.

My household drama has finally begun..

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Me, Nadira. I'll tell you how this household story is full of wounds.

This morning I mopped the floor which I had not been able to mop up for a few days. With a back and forth and side motion, I swung the broomstick of the mop. Itung-itung looking for healthy sweat, in the morning has a lot of work that I finish, except cooking.

"Rba..."

I stopped moving my hand and started looking for the source of the sound.

"It's shopping today." My husband handed me two pieces of money with a nominal of 20 thousand and 5 thousand. I could only stare at the 25 thousand dollars in his hand.

"Bang, here..."

"Yes. 25 thousand of your shopping rations today. Pinter-pinter you're chattering, so don't ask for anything more!" He said after trimming my sentence and then just left.

"Alagain 25 thousand. Life has been four years still gini-gini," I complained slowly.

Sighs heavily and stretches out the money that he says should be enough for that one-day shopping.

Yes, Bang Angga my husband, every day always gives me money that is nominally very limited.

Only 25 thousand every time Bang Angga gave me a shopping ration. Can you imagine, is enough with 25 thousand for the purposes of a day?

Sometimes I am also confused, Bang Angga always said in this way can save and save in order to quickly live independently, but on the other hand I feel this is not the way to save, but on the other hand I feel this is not the way to save, but it is too bad alias stingy.

Huh, but yes, no matter how much I protested, he would never add my allowance.

Don't ask me what it's like. If you are just tired and tired, it has become my food every day. But I always try to accept it sincerely and also patiently.

"Not gone to the market yet, Ra?" Ask my mother-in-law when she enters the house. I don't know where this morning went.

"The new gate gave the money, Mom, the responsibility of mengepelnya little more finished," I answered who was still focused on the floor.

"the hunt! It'll be noon,"

"Yes-yes, now," I replied a little annoyed with lazy eyes staring at him.

"Nitip Rama aja Bu, kasian if you have to go to the market, hot. Surely Rama will also complain tired," added me again by walking through it.

"Love to Angga, he did not work today. I'm tired of the morning walk," she refused and then moved away from entering the room.

I gawked at my mother-in-law who suddenly drifted away."Is he just tired? I'm even more tired. Tired everything. Lah she what? His job is just wandering here and there gossip," grumbled I then look for Bang Angga to leave Rama to him.

"Where is Mom?"

"In room. He said tired of the morning walk, "I replied rather lazily.

"Don't you go long!" Shouted bang Angga as I walked a little away from his sight. I just nodded and went back on my way.

The market is only 200 meters from home, and it only exists twice every week.

But that is not what I always trouble, but with 25 thousand dollars that should be enough to eat a day.

I felt like I was being punished by God. When my girl used to, 25 thousand money was enough just to buy cilok, grilled meatballs, and also mixed ice. But now, the money I used to take for granted should be enough to eat my husband, son, and in-laws. Ah, thinking about it also makes me tired, moreover it must be really sufficient.

Just imagine, 25 thousand money should be enough to buy rice and side dishes. Yes, not only the side dishes, kitchen spices, oil and so on are included. How not to try?

Every day I had to rack my brain violently thinking about how the money should be enough to eat four people a day.

"You're going after Ra?" Bude Ratna asked my neighbor as we passed by on the street.

"Eh bude, yes bude Dira wants to go. What event do you want to have? Lots of shopping," asked me to mince words after seeing the bude Ratna grocery bag filled to the brim.

"There is no event Ra, deliberately shopping a lot for stocks, mumpung market day," he replied a little grimacing.

I nodded, "Additionally bude, daylight,"

"Eh, wait for Ra! Early this morning bude squirming in-laws you are already in front of his house mam RT loh, biasalah again gosipin you."

'O Allah, my in-laws were early in the morning already crafting gossip in people's homes. What else is he gossiping about?' bathin's a little curious.

"Your in-laws say, you're being too extravagant a wife. Often snacking outside, the turn at home is only dimasakin know the same tempe every day," said Bude Ratna told what my mother-in-law gossiped with the neighbors.

Instantly I stroked the chest."Dira's in-laws say that, bude?"

Bude Ratna nodded her head assentingly and I could only sigh in alarm with every rumor that my in-laws were preaching out there.

"Say you are not like him before, who can also ngirit. Bude became curious, how much money shopping given by your husband Ra?"

"Alhamdulillah is enough to eat bude. But if you make a tube, now it can't," I replied with a smile.

"Bude wondered Ra, how much? Said your mother-in-law every day just fed tofu same tempe. According to Bude, if you only buy the side dish, you should be able to leave a little for the tube, Ra," I'm getting furious with the words of Bude Ratna.

"Yes already bude, Dira continued again," I left the bude Ratna who was apparently curious about my spending rations. Let him babble because I just left him. Rather than me getting more blood-soaked at his words, I would rather leave to continue my journey.

Once on the market, the main thing I bought was cooking oil. Grateful rice is still enough for today, so I only need to buy other cooking ingredients.

"Fried oil already, chili already, tomato spinach tempe continues onion as well," I said as I counted the contents of my grocery crackle.

Feeling that there was nothing more to buy, I decided to take a break by sitting on one of the motorcycles in the parking lot. I opened my groceries and recalculated everything. Because usually bang Angga always ask when I get home. Starting from any shopping, how much and so forth.

"Fried oil quarter 5 thousand, chili half ounce 5 thousand, onion one ounce 7 thousand, tomato 2 thousand, spinach 2 thousand, tempe 2 seeds 3 thousand. The rest of the thousand," I sighed by staring at the remaining money.

That's how I shop with a ration of 25 thousand from the Angga bang. I deliberately chose a cheap price, as long as it was still worth eating. This way I can save money and make the not enough be enough. Tired, of course! I'm just like the wife out there who has a lot of desire. But my curiosity was immediately slapped by the circumstances that made him aware. That there would be no way I could be like the wife of those who could always fulfill their desires, at least their curiosity must be fulfilled even though not at once.

"O Allah, when will my suffering end. Not that I don't enjoy your favors, just that everything is too limited, always strengthen your servant's heart."

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