My dear in-laws

Super Ngirit's

I have been in this house for 3 months, precisely the hitchhiking live in the house of in-laws. Although not completely, but still we are hitchhiking. Fortunately, Galih also worked at Satriya's place. Now we do not fully rely on the property of Galih's parents. Setidakanya to buy gasoline and and kitchen needs I rely on payroll mas Galih. If for rice we still enjoy it from the fruit of the father in the rice field. I am unceasingly grateful for the blessings God has given our little family. Even though my relationship with my mother is getting more and more inexplicable. There are mistakes I always look for from me.

Honestly, this continuous state of affairs really does not make me comfortable in this house. My mother-in-law was always against me. The old father-in-law also seemed to have shown symptoms of dislike for me. We rarely chatted but occasionally I greeted him, not infrequently I looked into his eyes that hinted at dislike.

Not infrequently every time I go monthly pregnancy control, the midwife always asks why my blood pressure is always high, 150, 160. In that range of numbers. How not to go up, every day I always hear the scolding of mother's spare change. Haven't had time to nyapu or menggepel aja his voice has dumbbells like a drumband sound. The kitchen has not been cleaned for a while also must have been nagging.

Not yet I feel that the father does not like me, it is not blatant but from his gestures already visible. And it hurts more than any mother scolding. Maybe this is called being sick but not bleeding.

My pregnancy entered the second semester I did feel the pressures that make the mind so unsettled. Or do I think it's too baper because of the baby's luggage? I don't know. Every time I tried to talk to Galih, he didn't seem to believe me. He thinks it's because the baby's birth so I'm easily offended.

What wrong? Is it because I'm here constantly hitchhiking. But I also helped a little to buy necessities in this house. From the kitchen, pay for electricity, pay for garbage, to the money for rondapun all from Galih gold.

I once asked for a housewarming with my mother, but Galih refused it. I don't know what he's considering, it's never said directly. "But not ready" that's the answer that always mas Galih said. Though when viewed from the financial, the salary of Galih mas will be enough for both of us to live alone. And of course also will not cut the monthly money for mothers who usually deposited mas Galih after payday. Again I did not understand his mind.

Today is the 5th, of course, the day that Mas Galih will receive his monthly salary. I am very happy, usually mas Galih will give 60% of the money to me to save and also buy the needed needs, 20% do not forget to give to his mother, then 10% he kept it in case to buy his gasoline. The rest I canister for sudden needs and also to guard the lahiran tomorrow.

This afternoon I will cook the yellow seasoning fish. Must be Galih would be happy. I don't know how long we haven't eaten so well. I was sitting in my mother-in-law's kitchen. With passion and love, of course, I cook food for my husband and also for the family. Yellow seasoning fish, tomato sauce terasi, fried pete and do not forget the favorite salty fried tempe of the father-in-law. Every day there should be a menu. To the extent that I am really tired of seeing the name tempe in this house. As soon as I saw my father's face it felt like I saw tempe there, hehehe.

"What's Ran's taste?" my mother's voice surprised me from behind.

"Owh cook this bu kuah kuah kuning patin fish, mas Galih like this same cuisine. Old shdah I didn't cook him this favorite meal".

Mom just looked at the pan, saw a fish that was ripe but had not had time to put in the container.

"Mbok yo do not waste, there is still tempe cooking fish. Fish fish aja tempe yes tempeh aja" chirped mother not tasty.

I stopped the pace of the hand peeling the onion. Starting to not feel good to me. What else will he comment on. Be patient, heart.

"Again ma'am, this is also g every day really" I broke mother's words.

"Eh you're getting smarter now to argue with mom yes" mom looks sewot.

I just kept quiet no longer with my mother's words. G will be discharged 7 days 7 nights exposed to the spray of the word pedas later.

"It's like salted fish, jengkol or pete" mother again opened her cute mouth.

"Yes ma'am, I used to spend time in Jogja I used to masakin it, and like it".

"Already already, you are indeed ggeyelan really, be told to argue continuously. Trus that you want to eat onion peel a lot" continued the mother.

"You make fried onion bu equally make sambel" I replied briefly.

"Pake all fried onions, extravagant seasoning. Now the price of shallots is again high, 45,000 kilos. Do not continue, save for tomorrow only, make another cook".

I had to return the onions I hadn't peeled back to the container again, and then I put them back in the seasoning place. While already I peel I use to make tomato sauce terasi.

"That's a lot to make what else?" mom saw a red onion peel like 5 seeds that I didn't put back in the container.

"Can make sambel" I replied a little bit sniffy.

"Just make a lot of it. Pake 2 seeds only" mother took 3 red onion seeds and then put them in the container again.

Rabb, what kind of man is there in front of me. Red onion 5 seeds is a problem. I bought it from Galih's money, not from him.

"Less delicious ma'am if only on the side of the bank, anyways mas Galih like it if make sambel onionnya much" I explained to mother.

"Huh, I've done a lot of talking. He was taught to save even ngeyel. Pie to Ran you are" mother is more upset like facing a daughter-in-law who thinks this ngeyel.

Finally I only use 2 red onion seeds to make the sauce. I don't know what it'll feel like. Fortunately the garlic I peeled was only 1 seed and g in half. Medit bin stingy mom.

Once satisfied taught me how to save mom out of the kitchen. I saw him walking out the back door. Where to go again in the afternoon like this if g huddle in the neighboring place next door. I already remember mom. It's old not in the lackin ghibahnya, uh even added to be-so.

At 17:30

Mas Galih finally came home, with a spirit I welcomed him. But I didn't see my husband's face. Kind of tangled yarn pulled. What the hell is going on?.

"Assalamualaikum" exclaimed mas Galih.

"Waalaikumsalam. Only until the house has the face been bent. Why mas?" kepo many.

Mas Galih just shook his head. We both walked into the room. Mas Galih sat on the edge of the bed taking off the shirt he was wearing working all day.

"Why is your handsome father bent in the face" I tried to tease him. Hope it will melt the atmosphere.

"Father Ran, so tired of this. Take a shower right away"

"Yes already mas, there shower first let seger. I put the towel in the bathroom".

Mas Galih nodded. Then he went to the bathroom. I feel bad. What happened to my husband. Usually until the house the first thing he asked was this baby, he would kiss my stomach that more and more day this distended look. But today it's not like that.

He's not usually like this. No problems in his office. My mind started to wander, thinking no-no. I fear that my husband may be dismissed from his job for making a fatal mistake. Yes Rabb. I also started to get nervous. Can't wait for Galih to finish his bath. I want to ask you again soon, what's the matter.

Kreek.... The door to the room is open.

Mas Galih opened the room door, he was done bathing. It looks fresh on his face. Aihh handsome this time your father's face is son, hehehe. I murmured in my heart. I wanted to ask back but was disinclined. Afraid that I'd be chatty. But I'm still kepo. Ask not ask, not ask.

Allohu Akbar Allhohu......

Adzan maghrib reverberated, the sign is that Galih mas immediately went to the mosque to pray together there. Yes, I have abandoned my intentions. Later after the mosque or after dinner, I continued to ask this. I will find a slightly calm atmosphere.

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As soon as he came home from the Galih mas it seems to have been too late. Haven't even taken off the peci on his head he's already taken me to the dining table.

"Ran, eat yuk. I'm these crutches" while holding the stomach sign that he was hungry.

"Yes mas, beware yes I finish these fold clothes first, hehe responsibility".

Mas Galih was still waiting for me in the middle of the room door. While I was cleaning the folds of clothes that I will put in the basket for ironing later.

"Okay, done, let's go. I've also lager" we walked towards the kitchen. I didn't see my father or mother. Usually after Maghrib they will relax watching tv in the living room.

"Mother where are you? Take all the food".

"Have eaten times, justin aja is important if the meal outs yes sisain aja for them".

I opened the hood of saji on the table, my eyes wide at the sight before me. Patin fish that had been 4 pieces now only 1 piece. Where's the rest? Haven't you been eaten with mom? But I and Galih mas haven't eaten yet, the time is only 1 design, outrageous.

"Lhoh Ran, how come it's only 1?" ask Galihpun wonder.

"G know, there were 4. I ate my dad with my mommy".

Suddenly she opened the door of her room, with her innocence she headed for our seat.

"That's the fish for two, you can. That's a big fish. Last time I took 1 piece to eat the same father, which 2 pieces do not store in the refrigerator, make breakfast tomorrow. There are many side dishes that do not eat at once, be a wife who can manage finances, do not wasteful".

Me and Galih looked at each other. Our tongues are muddled, there are no words we can speak.

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