My dear in-laws

Rania Fight

I finished all the housework with a raging heart. I'm annoyed that I'm the one accused of losing my mother's money. Though I know nothing. You must slander me like that. After dzuhur I chose to remain silent in the room, I deliberately did not come out because I wanted to avoid mother. What is later I will even more hurt to hear all the words that come out of his spicy mouth.

When the mood is chaotic like this there is no longer a place to complain except with mother or brother Ardi. I also decided to call one of them. But if the clock is that rich brother Ardi is still busy in the office. I'm undoing my intentions. Then I immediately opened the phone screen and looked for my mother's contact.

"Assalamualaikum Ran," said the mother across the street.

"Waalaikumsalam ma'am, what more mother? Is it healthy, mom?" ask my mother.

"Alhamdulillah Ran healthy mother, how are you? You're healthy too, aren't you, son??" mother asked back.

"Yes, I'm healthy, all thank God. Ma'am I miss, I want to go home," my voice trembled a little, my tears fell unstoppable.

"Lho lho kangen kok use nangis so to nduk. You're doing all right? You don't usually cry rich gini."

I did miss my mother and my other family but these tears fell more precisely because of the pain of my mother-in-law's treatment of me.

"I miss mom, I miss it. I'm here, I can't go anywhere." I.

"Sabar nduk, later 2 months if it's your parents' parents yes, surely I'm there kok nduk."

"Yes mom. It's still a long time, 2 months. But really yes ma'am, later I'm the mother's lahir have to come here." I said whining.

"Yes it's definitely. Sing sabar yo nduk. But you're all right there? No problem, right?" ask mom to look.

"No ma'am, everything is fine" I replied lying.

If you knew Mom, my heart ached to be accused of being a thief. And if you knew, your heart would be much more painful than what I feel now. But I can't possibly tell you this, I don't want to further strain the relationship between the two families. Let me keep it to myself, hopefully this problem does not drag on and soon meet the bright spot.

We had a long chat at length, it did not feel like we had more than 60 minutes together on the phone.

"Yes, if so, mom, the conversation will be continued tomorrow, ma'am. It turns out we have 1 more time to talk hehehe. Thank you for listening to Rania's complaints," I said to my mother.

"Yes already nduk, this is mom nuga want to get ready for the monthly rally of RT. Just take good care of yourself there. If there's a need for anything just say the same mother yes nduk. No need to be careful."

"Yes mom, thank you mom. Mother of the best deh hehe. Rania hung up on her phone, Mom. Assalamallaikum."

"Yes nduk waalaikumsalam."

Thank you ma'am by listening to your voice my heart becomes relieved. At least I can calm the confused thoughts I feel right now.

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At 17:00

I heard the roar of Galih's motorcycle. Finally the husband I was waiting for this afternoon came home as well. I'm very happy, after a day I feel the confusion because of my mother-in-law's actions.

I was getting ready to welcome him in the room, I deliberately did not come out because I was still lazy to face my mother-in-law out there.

I waited for him for quite a while, over 15 minutes. My husband doesn't come in the room. Where is Galih? I wondered. I went from the edge of the bed to the window of the room, opening curtains that could penetrate the front porch. I saw him sitting next to my mother. What are they talking about? All I saw was that they were both talking seriously, I don't know what they were talking about. But from the look on the face of the mother who seems to look upset, talking explosively shows that the mother is emotional.

Hemm, I was guessing. Is it okay for mom to complain to Mas Galih about the money that was lost this morning? Mom really missed. Until the heart also he complained to mas Galih. But I'm sure Galih can see what's right and what's making it up. I can't do such a thing.

Mas Galih and mother stood up, it seemed like their conversation had finished. I closed the window curtains again and walked up to the bed, sitting on the side waiting for the Galih mas to enter the room. It was clear that Galih opened the door of the room, I saw his gloomy face clearly plastered in front of me. There is no greeting that every day is customary. I dare not look at his face for long. Looks like my guess is right, surely in front of this mother has told me about the incident this morning in this house. I believe that Galih can think clearly, can sort out which is true which is not.

Mas Galih immediately closed the door, slammed a little and put his briefcase on the table. I didn't dare say anything to her, not a word to say. My heart is getting deregubrious.

"Is all that right Ran?" ask Galih directly.

I have understood where the question is headed for Mas Galih.

"Do you believe me?" askaku. I still dare not look him in the face. Still sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Mom has never lied!" exclaim mas Galih.

Degh's! My heart ripples. Does this mean that Galih believes more in motherhood? I can't believe it until it happens.

"What did you do to Ran? If you need money you can say, I can give you more!" yells.

"Mas!"

"I don't know Ran, why can you do something this low, I'm disappointed."

Mas Galih took out the wallet he had in his pocket, then took out the 5 red sheets of money inside.

"Take this, give it to mom!" mas Galih's orders while thrusting the money that was held by him to me.

"I don't want to. I didn't take the money."

"Still stubborn you Ran."

"I'm not a thief!" my eyes look sharply at Galih.

"Well, I'll pay it to mom myself. Come along, apologize to him immediately!" the Garih command.

"Mas! I'm you telling me to admit to something I never did? What kind of joke is this? I don't want to!" seruku no less fierce than mas Galih.

"Since when have you dared to rebel like this Ran? I never taught it to you. Let alone defying the mother." said mas Galih.

"I'm not disputing mas, I'm talking as is. Until your heart does this to me" I will defend myself.

"Then you mean the mother who lied?" exclaim mas Galih.

"I'm definitely not the one lying. For God's sake, for the sake of the child I now bear right now," I replied.

"Don't take it with you to cover up your lies, I don't like it!"

"How long have you known me? Did I seem to be lying this time?" I put my smile on.

"Well if you don't want to apologize to mom, I'll apologize for representing you" said Mas Galih.

Mas Galih immediately left the room to his mother with the money in his grasp. I can't stop thinking, what mom talked to mas Galih until she was so confident with all the talk that mom told her. I've never met my husband this angry with me.

Apologizing means I admit I was wrong. Oh can't! It means I'm the one who took mom's money. I'm still in my room, I don't want to apologize for a mistake I never made.

I'm still waiting for Galih to go back into the room. Until adzan maghrib reverberated not even I saw the trunk of his nose back. My husband is really angry?

Yes, all right, what should I do. Just a few months ago I had happy days with my husband, this time having to swallow a bitter pill back for all his accusations against me. I just stood up to look for him. The hallway door was open, but Galih came back.

My heart is a little relieved to see him re-entering this room. I saw that Galih was taking a shower. Seen from the towel wrapped around his shoulders. But at all he did not rebuke me, while I also refused to reprimand him first. I'm not wrong!

As usual, Mas Galih prepared to go to the mosque to congregate. He wears a white cocoa shirt with brown gloves are neatly wrapped around his waist. He just left without saying goodbye. My heart ached more, not yet dry the wound that my mother-in-law had inflicted this morning, now I must also find my own husband treating the same to me, accusing me without proof.

All right, you started it. It's not my fault that I'm just following your path. I also don't want to lose, my ego is getting higher. I'm still sticking to the truth, I'm not wrong, I didn't take mom's money. If you still believe what I say, it's up to you.

"Finally my money is there to change too, if the windfall is not going anywhere." with the babbling of the mother out there. Her voice was so loud, was she on purpose so I could hear her.

"It turns out that it's pretty-beautiful kok hobby Nyuri, where else bunting anyway, duh amit-amit baby jabang." he said again.

Mother's voice is loud. This time I'm sure he was intentional about insinuating me.

"Prophey dear, this time your grandmother and father are dark eyes," I said softly while stroking my distended stomach which is 7 months old now.

Tonight we missed each other. Sleep on each other's backs. Not a word was said from our lips. Though tomorrow is my control schedule to the midwife, I had to change the plan. I won't ask Galih to accompany me, I'll go alone. I'm used to doing it without Galih. Let's just see, until when will you continue to behave like this.

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