My dear in-laws

Spreading Fake Stories

This time I was determined to ask Galih to obey what I wanted. I want to get out of this house. I want to find tranquility. I want positive energy to be felt by my son. It's so tired of me being cooped up here. 4 months is like 4 years, so torturing.

Today is the schedule I control to the midwife, I want to invite Galih mas to accompany me this time. I accidentally didn't go to the Puskesmas I usually check. This time I plan to check with the village midwife. Open the practice in the afternoon, so it fits with the time of Galih mas coming home from work. Fortunately, my husband wanted to obey me. Do not forget before leaving for work I ordered to go home immediately when working hours were over.

"Mas later do not forget yes, finished work directly home, will today want anterin I check" I reminded mas Galih.

"Dear, take my wife very seriously" said Galih while menowel-nowel my cheek.

"Hehe, it's just ngingetin mas. All this time I rarely control, busy mulu anyway" ledekku to mas Galih.

"He's busy making money baby, nyari money for you, you and also you son" approached me and pointed my face followed by stroking my distended stomach.

I just smiled haru too. Until now the treatment of Galih mas is still very warm to me. At least the sweet treatment will cover my resentment towards her mother's super adorable behavior. The plan later after control I will take him to go briefly to the city park, just unwind enjoying the night air of the city of Malang. All of you I will talk about my intention to separate from my mother's house. Hopefully, Galih welcomes my intentions.

"Ehemmm, the hunt has gone, it will be late cf. Matt. What time is it" my mother-in-law rented it.

I don't know since when I didn't realize there was a mother standing holding a broom handle near the garage, tumben once. Though every day I also always sweep the front page after finishing business related to the trade in there. Someone got into it it seemed like this time he was going to hold a broom. Or maybe you just want to be in the business of both of us.

"Yes ma'am, this also wants to go" said mas Galih.

"Yes udh mas go first Ran, do not be tired yes, chest unfortunately father" mas Galih stroked my stomach again.

"Yes, be careful."

As usual every mas Galih will go to work, I always deliver it to the terrace, regret it and see it pass by motorbike until the end of the road there until it no longer looks raganya.

Suddenly my mother walked up to me who was still standing in front of the garage. I just stared at him from a distance as he slowly started to approach me.

"Halah Ran, use the torment event to all midwives. I should have gone to Puskesmas this morning. Can be cost-effective. 50,000 money made to midwives will mending in use to buy side dishes the same vegetables to. On the other hand the medicine is the same" again this mother interfered in my affairs.

I guess, he came out just wanting to poke. It turned out that from earlier this old woman heard my conversation with Mas Galih. The level of curiosity about others is very high.

"Yes ma'am, I would like to invite Mas Galih to let him know how the development of his son" I replied not to beat around the bush.

"The man is his job to earn money Ran, so yes justin aja he focused on work, who knows later there will be enough overtime to add-plus the needs of the house also to" starting nih nini-nini.

"Yes earlier Rania said it occasionally ma'am, meaning g every control I asked for Galih nemenin mas, besides yesterday the midwife of Puskesmas also turned on so that her husband was sought to participate in the control, so that the, so know what kind of baby development, which must be done by the husband anyway" I explained to the mother. In fact, it is just a waste of time and energy. Because I have my own paradigm in everything.

"That's most of the reason you're Ran. Basically spoiled. Little husband, any husband. Mbok yo so that wife try to be able to handle anything herself."

"It's not so mom....."

"Will if you get overtime money you are also part of it" he said.

Mom quickly cut my conversation.

"Yes, mom will get it too" I chimed in. I intentionally said that.

"Well, this mother is Galih's real mother, so it's only natural that Galih gives a little sweat to me, to her real mother" she emphasized her last sentence.

I don't want to serve this old nini too long, maybe even myself whose emotions he made. Immediately I turned around, intending to enter the house. His intention was to fall for a while. Because from Semalem actually I feel a bit unwell. But because my in-laws are so I'm reluctant to tell Galih. There will be another misperception. At the accusation was I was the snitch.

"Eh uh uh, where are you going?" ask mom quickly.

"You come in" I replied briefly as my index finger pointed inward.

"Honey alone, this is done first" mother handed the handle of her broomstick to me.

"Well, isn't she the mom who wants to poop?"

"Mommy's got another job" and then she walks away.

"It's none of your business either" said the mother as she continued her steps.

"Haishh, nini-nini ghibah" I said.

Suddenly she stopped and looked back. I think he heard my call earlier. Had to die is me, will be sprayed again this seems.

"Ran, you now how dare to argue the words of mother to, want to be your ungodly ghost huh?" mom's eyes glared sharply at me.

"Astaghfirullah ma'am, why do you think like that, me........"

"Wes wes g needs your explanation, indeed you are unruly, difficult to be directed by parents, ngeyelan really" without waiting for my explanation mother just left.

Mother cut my conversation again. Hobbies for cutting off talk, heuh

I can only say a lot of istighfar, the behavior of my mother-in-law is increasingly stifling days and thoughts alone. But luckily he g heard my advance earlier, hehe is still safe. There if you want to be haphazard, just doused, sin is also borne alone.

"Patience, son, don't listen to your grandmother's words just now. Hopefully later you don't inherit his nature, son, hehe" while stroking my stomach trying to talk to the fetus in there.

I immediately continued sweeping in the front yard. Suddenly there was Marni's mom passing by the side of the house, it seemed like she was from shopping at the front stall. Miss Marin is one of my mother-in-law's best friends, as bigos queen in this village. Everything that has stopped by his ear in a moment can directly reach the saentero universe here. I don't know when he spread the news suddenly was heard at the end of the village there. Her name was also queen of bigos.

"Eh mbak Rania, tumben mau nyapu mbak page, nyapu in dalem aja also g mau to. Where's mommy?" ask Marni suddenly.

Actually, I've been trying to throw my face away by pretending I didn't see it. So that he won't rebuke me first either. Lazy dealing with this one guy. No talk is too long, for what we are talking about can easily be twisted in such a way by this person.

"Ah ma'am Marni this can be made yes. All the contents and also this page is also every day I am ma'am" I replied with a small talk.

"Well cook the mbak? Her mother said that Rania was pregnant again young, so while all the housework was replaced with her mother, Rania was told to rest full."

I also immediately thought, it looks like my mother-in-law has started to catch Marni ya, likes to talk free making. Even though his work while I'm here is just to eat sleep. Obviously all my homework was done. When has he held a broom since I've been here.

"My mother-in-law is probably joking you talk like that, hehe" I joked to Marni's mom.

"Joking how mbak Ran, wong each of the chrysanthemums that are said yes only you, his favorite daughter-in-law to" overwrite bu Marni.

Instantly my eyeballs seemed to come out, my eyes glared at the words of Miss Marni. The beloved daughter-in-law of his mana. Every day usually just nagging, nyutuh this, has not finished yet clean again.

"Yes, your father-in-law likes to say that you are allowed to do heavy work, cook, sweat, purify even to iron him who does it. Your in-laws are loving, like Ran, hehehe."

"Owh my mom likes to tell stories like that mom, hehe" I pretended to be normal.

"Yes mbak Ran, really excited if you nyeritain mah. But kasian lho mbak Ran, do not often your mother is given a lot of work, is old. The rheumatism will recur if often tired."

"Hehehe yes Miss Marni thank you for knowing me. That mother was ngeyel. He knew not to work but still wanted to be put on it, everything he did."

"Yes mbak Ran, if the name is pregnant again that's even in a lot of his movements, let his child inside also healthy follow the movement."

"Yes mom is also working every day. As much as possible g ngrepotin others" I deliberately spoke a little loud intonation.

"Yes already mbak, I do not go home first yes, want to cook this vegetable to his father children go away, pamit nggeh mbak."

"Nggeh ma'am, monggo" I replied briefly.

Hemmmm, it turned out that it was my mother-in-law's behavior in the back. He deliberately spread such a story so that people know that he describes the figure of a good and loving in-law as his daughter-in-law, but the cruel more than his stepmother. Trus others will definitely consider me a daughter-in-law who is the same in-law. He was told to work hard until his body hurt. Nini-nini basics can be made up beautifully. The same timenan bu Marni si, so smart contagion making free.

I immediately finished my pending work due to serving the bigos queen just now. I hope I don't see her again next time, real males.

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