My Fans A Ustadz

7. Get out of bed for money

40 Days after Mas Arman's death. At the same time my Iddah period was over because I was not pregnant either. I started thinking about where to stay because I didn't have a private house.

My parents' house has been confiscated by the bank. My long breath sounds soft. Confused where and how. Indeed there is still one month left to stay in Mess while waiting for the death of Arman from the Company.

I opened a platform where I was looking for money. The comment column I always read and reply to.

🤵: Assalamualaikum prospective wife.

My eyes widened reading one of my readers' comments. Is he crazy?

Because of his comments, many of my other readers reply to his comments with tempting writing for me.

Immediately I followed back the reader's account, it turned out he had followed me first. An annoyance envelops the heart wanting to immediately nag the person. But, considering I'm a writer who has fans certainly keeps me off guard.

Me : Assalamualaikum, sorry. What do you mean by comment, huh?

That's the word I sent to that man. Long enough to wait, there was no reply. I also clucked to realize that it was just a guyonan sentence.

"Assalamualaikum" said someone I knew. I opened the main door of the house. My mother-in-law and Dani came to visit.

"Waalaikumsalam, Mom."

I let the two men sit down and I stepped foot into the kitchen making tea for them. After that I put it in front of them.

"Please drink, Ma'am, Dan."

They talked long enough without telling them what they came here for. Not to allow them to come home. However, while Arman was still alive, the in-laws did not want to come to this house. We are the ones who are always told to come there.

"Came, La. I want to talk to you" said my father-in-law.

"What's the matter, ma'am?" ask me politely even though my heart is starting to get anxious.

"Later after Arman's money melts, you just stay at the mother's house. Rather than having to contract." That's what my in-laws say.

It was true what the neighbors said that my mother-in-law would not be willing to pay Arman's death money, I held it.

"But, Mom.."

"Later that money if you hold it will run out," interrupted my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law's name is Sarifah.

I took a deep breath hearing my in-laws. "That money I'm gonna use to open a business, ma'am. I can't waste Arman's money."

Mother-in-law's face turned sour. I don't know the plan they've put together. How can I stay with my in-laws while I'm no longer a daughter-in-law and have Dani in that house.

"But the money is also the mother's child's money," the mother-in-law argued that I had expected.

"70 and you're 30" said my mother-in-law and immediately surprised me.

"Don't do it, Mom. For two be fair. I haven't worked, it's for my stash."

"Then you marry Dani, let the money stay intact" said my mother-in-law, who did not think about my feelings at all.

Married to Dani?

Is there no more man so I have to get out of bed with my late husband's sister?

If Dani had been better than my late husband, I might have rethought. Because I'm not a hypocrite. I am young and have no children. I'm alone without parents and no siblings anyway.

Semandiri, as smart as academic and religious knowledge, and as high as any position of a woman. Still want to be in the right direction, want to be guided, and want to be protected by a better halal partner.

I shook my head remembering how beautiful Dani was. I don't want to repeat old stories either.

"I'm not getting married again, Mom. Arman's graveyard is still wet, mother told me to get married. Mas Arman must be sad to see us like this" I said in the hope that my mother-in-law would understand.

"Come, La. You are also a widow. Not afraid at the same bad value of society," interrupted Dani.

"I've loved you for a long time" Dani said.

I looked at Dani who just kept quiet and looked at me. It's only fitting that the look in his eyes makes me uncomfortable.

"I don't want to get married anymore" I said firmly.

My mother-in-law looks dirty on me. I'm just sick of it because I'm used to getting treated like that. Of course I don't want to marry his son and will be his son-in-law again. Imagine it never.

"Remember mom's message. 70 and 30."

I just kept quiet and followed out of the house to take the two men home. I knew my mother-in-law was like that because no one gave me money every month because my husband was gone.

Too often I know that Arman gives monthly money to my mother-in-law and I never forbid it because it's an obligation.

Luckily, the money given by Arman was not known by my in-laws. Only gold rings and necklaces are known. If only I knew my other gold results I wrote, could runyam affairs.

I went into the room again to continue my writing.

Ah, apparently there has been a reply from my strange reader.

🤵 : Waalaikumsalam. I'm getting married. Wantsome?

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