My father-in-law Kang Setur

MKA 24'S

Today we have a new neighbor, right next door to this house that was once uninhabited. It turns out that the owner does not match Mak Jaka, Mak Jaka's mouth is too spicy to make him choose to empty his house until it is sold.

Coincidentally this morning I made a lot of bakwan, I put some baskets on the plate and distributed it to the new neighbor while getting acquainted. It's also a good opportunity because Mama Rima is sleeping, at least she doesn't know if I give her tubernya to the next door neighbor.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said my greeting while knocking on the door.

"Waalaikumsalam," said someone from within. A gentle woman's voice, she must be beautiful.

Shortly after, there came out a beautiful woman. So beautiful he covered his whole body with shar'i clothes, Masya Allah.

"Bak, I'm Dhira. I live next door, oh yeah this is for Mommy and the family."

"Alhamdulillah ... Thank you, Ms. Dhira. I'm Hanum. Let's go in first!"

"Other times, ma'am. Dhira's son is sleeping. No one is looking after!"

"At the wait, Ma'am ..."

"God willing ... Oh yeah, just call Dhira! Looks like Dhira is younger than Mbak."

"If you call just Hanum, Dhira. Let's get more familiar."

I was stunned, during this time I had a friend. "Want to be friends with Dhira?"

Hanum chuckled, "why not? Doesn't our religion teach us to practice our religion?"

"Dhira has been wandering for 2 years, only this time he has friends." I said slowly, hoping that Madam Hanum did not hear it.

"Then we are friends now. I'm also here just to know you, Dhir."

Soon a man came out holding his daughter Zavier. "Who, Ummi?"

Ma'am Hanum turned, "oh this, Abi. Her name is Dhira, our next door neighbor! Thank God, we are given food from him."

"God, Alhamdulillah ... Thank you, Ms. Dhira." Legally.

"Together, Mas. Then I say yes, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

***

"Dhiro!" Call Mama Rima suddenly.

Just as I entered the house, my ears had to feel the heat again. "Yes, Ma."

"Where have you been?"

"Bring plates?"

Oh, my God, I forgot to hide the plates first before I got into the house. "Yes, love them. Poor, Ma! Just moved in, there's definitely no snack."

"Sok good times you! Find your face, will you?"

"No, Ma."

Suddenly Mama Rima went to the kitchen, then opened the closet and saw what was there. "Dead a little, next time if you want to love people say first with Mama. Don't you know?"

Astaghfirullah, I never stopped being privileged when facing my in-laws. To share it I have to have permission with him, not to mention anything else. Sometimes I think, why is the head of my family my mother-in-law? Why not my husband? How long will this happen? Am I up to this forever?

"Dhira's aircrafts! You think Mama talked about walls?" Mama Rima's touch surprised me.

"I __yes, Ma. Sorry!"

After that I went to the tv room, I saw my son was very henchman with his Aunty. Sometimes Zavier chuckles amusedly, sometimes he also follows the rhythm of his music.

'Deg!

It turns out Zavier plays mobile with Felixia. Since the arrival of Kak Ocha yesterday, Zavier became familiar with the world of mobile phones. Not only know, he even focused on the phone. They taught my son to follow the times so as not to mudet (less update), he said. I wanted to be angry, but Zavier seemed to enjoy it. I can what now?

"Airport ... What are you doing, son?" While I kissed her forehead.

"Let's watch cocomelon, Mother." The one who answered was Felixia with a contrived voice.

"Well, smart." My lie, but I'm so upset right now. "In addition to the phone is already yuk, time to take a nap!" I continued while carrying Zavier.

Instead of crying, Zavier was crying. He is getting addicted to cell phones. As if I didn't care about her crying, I forced myself to carry her to my room. The crying became more and more, until Mama Rima finally approached us. "What's this?"

Since there was no answer from us, Mama Rima approached Felixia. "Xia, what's going on? Why is Zavier crying, son?" Mama Rima asked in such a soft voice.

Felixia shook her head, maybe she was afraid of the wrong answer at this time. Mama Rima glanced at me, "Dhira! What are you doing with your son?"

What will? Holy hooch! I'm like a cruel mother right now. I shook my head, "Dhira just invited her to sleep! Zavier kept playing, pity his eyes."

"Well, my own child is stingy? Let him play hp, if you are sleepy will sleep alone it. Don't make the cry 'his son, make him ashamed!"

"It's not so, Ma. Not for being stingy, but for the pity of his eyes!"

"Let's eat a wartel a lot."

Astaghfirullah, I won't win. I gave up, but that doesn't mean I lost. I have to what now? The influence of cell phones on babies is very bad according to the book I read first. Seeing that I was still reluctant to let Zavier play the phone, Mama Rima took Zavier from me and put him on the sofa, after which she played a child song so that Zavier would not cry anymore.

'Oh Allah, may Zavier grow up to be a healthy child.'