My dear in-laws

Nudism

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This morning after finishing breakfast we plan to go to Malang soon. I hesitantly tried to prevent this departure.

"Mas... Can we just go home to the lame one, huh?".

"What Ran? The cancel? We're tired of packing stuff like now want to cancel?". His answer was a little surprised mixed with annoyance.

"I doubt it... I'm...". My voice is a little weak.

Mas Galih stopped the chewing. His eyes were straight at me. A few eyes hinted at annoyance. Soon he broke into the conversation before I finished talking.

"Roman... You see our money? Stay 500,000, it g will be enough to eat the next 1 month. Not to mention the rent, not yet make me buy gasoline, cigarettes and others. This we have already eaten the ngirit version of Ran. You think I can't watch you eat instant noodles every day with soto? G has his nutritional intake".

The voice of Galih is a little high. I soon realized and again I chose not to argue. It could have been while we were staying at my mother's house. They will certainly accept it with pleasure. After all from the beginning also actually my parents held back our departure for home misah. They'd rather have their children gather. If only my husband had not put forward his selfishness, especially his prestige, it would have been this complicated. Eating is your prestige.

If you could see me just eating instant noodles with soto every day, yeah think about how to get work. How to support a wife. G just monta asking for allotment of bed problems. Not delicious to continue in rented while immune to rokokan bulge. Oiya is thin money but still had thought to buy cigarettes, where your mind mas mas mas.

Yesterday there was a call from the factory selling the coppy photo machine, but g was about to leave. With the reason that marketing is difficult, there must be a monthly target that must reach so many. Not to mention that it's not that yet. So many reasons.

Yes yes bambang, the name of the work yes g there is an easy. Tell me you're a lazy person's cooperation. He wants to be boss. If g has capital, g has business, so do you want to work? It was rich up to the horses. The same wife of his son was abandoned. Put down your prestige, me and your son need a living born from you. I'm tired of arguing about work every day. Again I have to give up because I am lazy to make a noise. Please, just change to understand us. The only regret I have is in my heart.

I think the same mindset of my husband. I don't know where his mind is. I actually know quite well his character. He is an S1 graduate. So g will accept jobs that incidentally can be done by graduates under him. At the very least it is equal to the level of education. Because he often gedumel g clear. Cook me who graduated from S1 should cooperate with the high school graduates. More or less that's what he'll say when there's a work call. And he chose not to go. But now the situation is different, there are children of people who he must feed. Remember bambang, feed! Again, it is just an overflow of emotions stored in the heart. How dare I murmur in front of him directly.

I dare to say a word, afraid he added emotion, later slammed HP next to him. It can mess everything up. I don't know when I'll be able to hold all this. The marriage I dreamed of was far from a happy reality. It's only 3 months old. Will I be able to survive in the months that follow if things continue like this. Or am I the only one not good at thanking her? Am I too much to demand all that from my husband? I don't know.... I am tired bang.

"Yes, let's go, g nothing". I tried to talk again.

"Yes, you have to go Ran, want to go. You have no more ngeyel. G will be nothing, believe me. Our child candidate must be strong, he must also understand our current condition which is rich gini".

"Yes, yes, have continued eating yes, this abis we immediately leave".

Gustiiii, what my husband's heart is made of. I would love to split his chest and head, looking at the contents. What's up there. Whether the shape of the heart and brain is the same as having someone else or different. Huuffff.... Want to cry, want to scream but obviously g can be. Our rented neighbor. It's thought I was persecuted again with my husband. Gini-gini I still have a mind to maintain the dignity and dignity of my husband.

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At approximately 06.00, after finishing breakfast, Galih and I decided to go directly to Malang by motorcycle. My heart is not calm. All that is in mind is the fate of the baby in this stomach. Mas Galih kept convincing me, everything will be fine. But I still have doubts about this decision. I want your father to be like this to us. I have a heart at all. I'm upset, but I'm just a sniff. What will your fate be like, son. Are you still going to be with your mom or.... I can't imagine it.

Mas Galih is ready to be on his bike. I'll soon follow too. By saying bismilbornrahmanirrahim I set foot riding riding a motorcycle. By holding her stomach while saying. You want to be strong. Mama believed that. Stay strong with your mom, baby. We'll go through it together. This trip won't be long. Mas Galih immediately drove his iron horse.

Motorcycles glide, going slowly but surely. Mas Galih very carefully brought his motorcycle. Often he asked me, tired yet Ran? Want to rest g? She seems to be worried, too. But if you're worried why he's forcing away on a motorcycle. That's what I don't understand. It's so selfish of you. Because of the 300,000 dollars you sacrifice all of this, taking a much more fatal risk. If anything happens, I will never forgive you. But that's my husband, not Galih's name if nasihatin will take it for granted. So hard what has been his decision.

Every 1 hour drive, we stopped. Take a break so I don't get too tired. But I still wasn't calm during this trip. Not to forget these lips are always kamat kamit reciting the verses as much as possible. Thought incessantly. Strengthen us, Allah.

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"Alhamdulillah Galih Rania, you finally come home here too son. I miss you guys". Welcome the mother who is already on the terrace.

Mas Galih immediately went down and greeted the mother, hugging her tightly a sign of deep longing for the owner of her paradise. I followed him, went to greet my mother-in-law.

"Mother how are you? Healthy, mom? Where do you look?" ask me a stale base.

"Well regular Ran, father if this hour overtime in the rice field. More locusts this season, so yes your father patrols the same grasshopper lek Pardi. Though I have reminded you, do not be too ngoyo, it is old. Later if the uric acid relapses just know the taste".

Such is the mother, if it has begun to talk, there is no stopping, in question 1 thing he can answer everywhere.

"The name is also mom's parents, it must be hard to tell". Add mas Galih.

"Try thou cf. Father, who knows how to hear. I'm tired every day talking but ndak heard, which is even solid later the end, ngeyel tenan your father, until the gemes of this mother, if the little boy is already the mother toyorin kepalane".

Looks like mom's getting upset. Nyerocos. I just smile.

"Yes ma'am, In sya Alloh later Galih who talks to the father". Though mother knows my relationship with my father is as harmonious as ever.

"Yes let's go in, son, rest first, surely you guys are tired. Mother had also cooked your favorite clove of jengkol loh, the same fried salty peda. After taking a shower, we eat together".

"Mantapp ma'am is the side dish. Take the same as Rania to the room first yes, clean for a moment".

"Yes there son, soon after mom in the middle room yeah". Mom walked towards the kitchen.

We immediately headed for the bathroom, took a shower and immediately headed for the living room to eat. We haven't told anyone about my pregnancy, including my family. We don't think it's rash, because it's so young. Later if it is really in the same examination by the doctor.

With his spirit mas Galih immediately opened the hood of saji on the dining table. Because I heard that mom cooks jengkol stew and salted peda, her favorite food.

"Wahhh steady nih ma'am, Galih so add laper".

"Yes cf. He was just cooking for you, uh I know you came home. Yes it's to real".

Immediately he took a plate and took a steak of rice plus side dishes that mother cooked tadu, and immediately dabbed with the rice pongnya. I never found Galih eating this partab, my mind. Menu jengkol stew and salted pieces of 4 seeds, more precisely that fish 2 seeds are cut into 4 parts. It is suitable for 4 people. I started to breathe.

After dinner we talked for a while with my mother, because my father had not come home yet, telling me a little about our life after marriage. I don't think there's anything interesting, honestly I'm not comfortable lingering there, but I don't feel good about leaving this place. Because honestly still think with this baby. I haven't had a chance to see him, aka retesting, are you still sleeping in there son?

Finally mom left the living room, and of course me and Galih mas can go to the room and rest in peace. It feels like the body is going to come off one by one. The language is mritili. Immediately I went to bed, breaking down the body that had been thrashing to want to fall. And from tonight even the following nights we will settle in Malang.

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