My father-in-law Kang Setur
MKA 13'S
"You're great, Siska. It's been beautiful, diligent, hardworking again. Oh yeah, you're not done yet?" My mother-in-law always praised him.
"Yet, Ma. Just pray!" Smiling, and then he saw me. "Oh yes, Dhira ... Yesterday there was a locker in the office, you try to send a CV to the office. I don't think Rayyan mind if you work!" I was astonished to hear it, when she saw for herself that I had just given birth. Not the job I need right now, but the time I have for this baby.
"Well, send me your CV, Dhira! So let's not be idle," Mama Rima even chimed in.
I took a rough breath, their words made me even more eager to explode at this moment. I want to scream so loud that the world knows how hot my ears are in this house.
"I ___ yes, Ma. Later Dhira try to talk to Mas Rayyan."
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Housewife, is there something wrong with that title? For me, being an educated woman doesn't just have to work. Is taking care of the housework not work? Although not in salary, but the job is noble, right?
Instead I always heard that an educated woman should work so that her knowledge is not in vain. Being a smart mom is the best teacher for your kids.
'Huh!
I pinched my head which did not hurt, it turned out that Mas Rayyan was watching me. "What's up, honey?"
"Mas, Dhira wants to work!"
"What the fuck are you? Isn't the money you gave me more than enough?" Mas Rayyan seemed to be angry with me as her tone began to change.
"Yes, right. But in the eyes of everyone this Dhira is just a wife who can only take advantage of her husband's salary, Mas!"
"Let people say what, the important thing is that you're not rich, honey."
"Mas, please allow Dhira to work!"
"Make what, honey? You know a woman is better at home, taking care of Mas and Zavier. While who makes a living, just leave it the same Mas. Some people do not want your beauty enjoyed by many people, Mas want only Mas who enjoy it."
"But, Mas __"
"What money did you give me less?"
I fell silent, can I be honest now if not money is the cause?
Suddenly ...
"What's? Less? Jesus, Dhira! Is the money Rayyan gave me still lacking? Where did the money go you made? Hm? To your ATM? Or are you spending online? Huh yeah?" Mama Rima came to grumble, not knowing when she was behind us.
"Well, it's mah... Huh!" Mas Rayyan tried to win the atmosphere, whereas I could only keep quiet.
"It can't be boasted, Ray! you must be able to distinguish which is wasteful and which is lacking. Want to be added to ten million if the base is wasteful, yes it will still run out."
As soon as my emotions came to a head, "Ma, the money wasn't for Dhira. Not even a penny goes into Dhira's account. Half of Mas Rayyan's pay goes to Mama, and the other to pay for our electricity, water, and food."
Abaghfirullah, I remove my chest. Where is my fault? Why does my mother-in-law keep hating me? He always vilified me in front of neighbors, family and now in front of my husband. "Enough, Ma. Enough's enough!"
Rayyan closed the door to our room and locked it. I was crying so much. My baby was asleep there. But the tightness that I felt was so deep and could no longer bear. "Hiks .. hiks ...."
"Darling ..." Rayyan tried to hug me.
I pat her hand, "if it's like this, will Mas still not allow me to work?"
Mas Rayyan nodded instead, "You still don't allow it to work. Poor Zavier, he needs the mother's affection."
"But, Mama ____"
"On Mama .. You are patient yes, we are also in mourning so quickly have a house."
"When do you want to, Mom? Dhira is tired! Hix ... hix ...."
"Patience, dear."
'Oeek! 'Oeek!
God, I forgot my baby was sleeping right now. I stroked her cheeks and I kissed her forehead. "Ulu ulu, airing Mother! Awake hear the voice of Mother? Sorry, Mother, yes!"
***
Seconds pass, days change and months go by. Zavier is now eight months old. My little baby is already big. I didn't think he could crawl. Zavier is my life, my life and my happiness. His presence makes my life colorful, he's my only reason to stay in this house.
Today my sister-in-law came. A great welcome has been made by everyone in this house. It's only natural that he came from abroad. His name is Oca.
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While waiting for the continuation of the story of Dhira, yuk follow the story of Author's friend, cekidot 👇
Blurbs:
A man named Zidan who was riding in a car was forced to have an accident.
His face was damaged and a plastic surgeon named Safa operated on his face.
After realizing that the man did not remember who he was. Then Safa's doctor kindly accommodated the amnesiac man until he was cured.
What's gonna happen next? Is Zidan able to restore his memories? Then what happens when he remembers but his face has changed?
