My Fans A Ustadz

5. SAM (Debit)

Sometimes I think it's hard to be an extrovert. Until when in trouble, it will be easy for him to ask for help from others. Can work with groups easily.

While me?

I am an introvert who will feel tiring when many activities outside the house and gather with many people. But that doesn't mean I can't get together, it's just that I'd rather be home.

Not many people know that I live at home working as a writer. I did it because of a demand to pay my mother's debt. Want to work but mas Arman forbid under the pretext of shame to be seen by people and willing to pay my late mother's debt.

I just follow it and thank you for it. A few months the debt was paid by Arman. However, the longer my husband's attitude changes if it is nearing the payment tempo.

"Totally," that's what I've always heard when asking for money to pay the monthly installments of the debt.

I could only stretch my chest at any moment, trying to understand that my husband's nature was like that. After all, where else would I go if I didn't ask Arman for money? He is the one who still lives my life.

However, that debt has been for the past five months instead of Arman paying it. I am the one who paid for my writing. No one knows until a fact that surprises me, makes me angry, and disappointed at once.

In my hometown, the gosib circulated that during my marriage to Arman, all my mother's living expenses were borne by him.

Since when?

Only 5 months of the forest installment in paid Arman mas. Because of the rumors I was angry with my husband. But, what do I get?

Mas Arman got angry back at me and left without solving the problem. One day I inhabited her, there was no attempt to improve things. Two days I'm still living, he doesn't care either. The third day, I relented, and started talking to him.

"Can't stand it you'll have me at home."

I just kept quiet to hear Arman's words as if I was guilty. In fact, I asked for justice for the rumors that circulated. My in-laws should be rebuked for that.

But, again I have to swallow all the turmoil of my heart for the integrity of my household.

***

My smile glanced at the many comments of my loyal readers who were very critical of the novel I wrote.

I continue to murmur in my heart by the gift of the Creator. There is no grief of my heart to think about next month's payment because it is fulfilled.

I got up from the kitchen to cook lunch before my husband came home from work. While cooking, I turn on the water machine and open the water faucet over the washing machine.

"Lala... Lala's.."

I turned off the stove when I heard someone calling my name. The water machine that I turned on earlier, I turned off the spring and put in dirty clothes, not forgetting the detergent I dissolved. I turned the wash selector on number 9 and walked towards the main door.

I saw Mbak Yani standing on the terrace, I immediately approached. "Yes, mbak. What's up?"

I watched Mbak Yani's movements looked anxious, her hands were still in the squeeze, and she looked frightened.

"You got a stash, La?" Ma'am Yani really looks worried I'm starting to worry too.

"What storage, mbak? the rice? it's there if you want a kilo or two kilos to exist" I replied innocently. Because, in the back of Mess alley where I live often help each other. Often cook vegetables together, in contrast to the front and middle Mess alley which is always neighboring like a competition who has more everything. In fact, if you think it feels useless like that because of a similar salary, UMR salary.

"No. Money, La. Do you have more than 100? I haven't paid Mekar, they've come. Please, La."

Hearing what Ratih said made me careless. Sometimes I think, why are many of them easy to borrow money with payments every Sunday. In fact, for some of us, many of the remaining salaries are not sufficient until the end of the month waiting for the next salary.

"Where yes, ma'am. You have to pay every Sunday, why not kumpulin every day to fit. So don't borrow the neighbors" I exclaimed. It has to be like that, right? Not before borrowing has been calculated can not pay the installment.

"Suami mbak has not given money for three days shopping, La. Confused as hell."

Ck. I really want to spout her. "The loan that last week has not been returned," my great-grandson has begun to lazy to talk to him.

"Please why, La. Surely you will have savings, if you have no dependents. If I'm reasonable, my son is five. Still in school," Yani's tutu made me even more upset.

How not?

Mbak Yani has offended me with a sensitive side because talking about dependents that are nothing but momongan.

"Sorry, nothing. I haven't been given money with my husband either," I said starting to ketus. I went inside the house, got my matic motorcycle key.

I passed by Mbak Yani just like that after closing the door. "I'm going to the stall first, ma'am." Ma'am Yani was just watching me.

I'd rather just leave Yani alone than have to argue.

"He owes me, I pay. Orraha.."