My father-in-law Kang Setur

MKA 29'S

Time passed by so quickly, it was unexpected that everything just happened. From that moment on, I began to shut myself in this house. I think the house of my father-in-law is also my home, it turns out I am just a stranger who must be aware if currently being hitchhiked in this house.

I think keeping a distance with the people in this house is one way to go. Although it has been a week, we have also forgiven each other but it feels strange if we have to pretend to forget the incident.

The caci maki in this house that always goes in my ear is still clear in my memory. Not surprisingly, a small child like Felixia can speak disrespectfully to a more mature person. Surprisingly, his parents did not forbid. Mama Rima's children are educated, smart, and polite. In fact, the little boy spoke as if he was the truest.

Ck! The pain in my heart made me hate the people in this house. So far, have I been wrong?

"Darling, what do you think?" Rayyan approached me.

"Eh, Mum!" I was really shocked.

"Jawab dong, what are you thinking?"

"Think of our money when it increases, huh, Mom? Dhira wants to buy a house."

"Are you not feeling well? Are we just going to contract a house?"

I was silent for a moment, thinking about life out there if I contracted. Mas Rayyan salary is only five million, the need in this city is quite large, not to mention the monthly cost of the house and water and electricity. I shook my head quickly, "We'll wait for the money to collect, Mom."

"Aren't you pa-pa?"

"Dhira ain't pa-pa, Mom."

"Can you be patient until the day we wait arrives?"

"Dhira will be next to Mas, we are husband and wife. We should join hands even if the storm hits. Here Dhira only has Mas, Mas's trust that Dhira makes an encouragement."

"Be proud to have a wife like you!"

I can only smile, only my husband is proud of me. My parents-in-law and brother-in-law don't like me anymore. Maybe in this house I don't think I exist.

'Drdddd!

My phone shook, I immediately saw the name listed there. 'Mr!' tumben once you called me, what is this?

I picked it up, before long I let go of my phone in my grasp. I could not speak, only tears could answer everything. Mas Rayyan also took my phone, coinciding with that Mama Rima entered the room because she heard the sound of my crying.

"What's this?" mama Rima asked, then she fell silent when Mas Rayyan gave her index finger to signal not to speak first.

"What's up, Ray?" Mama still looks curious.

"Mom's sick, Ma. It's been a week in the hospital and things are getting drop."

"Yes, you're home tomorrow! Your stuff you get ready first, Dhir. Zavier let Mama take care!"

"Good thanks, Ma."

I was stunned, at this time Mama Rima was not as usual. He was very considerate, it turns out there is still a human soul on me. I can only hope that one day God will do other miracles for me in this family.

***

The day changed, the suitcases that will be carried are already neatly arranged. I say goodbye to Mama Rima, Papa Sam and Felixia. Although it seems stiff, but I have to say goodbye to them. We deliberately went home on the bus, because it needed an expensive fare if we had to take a plane. Besides being economical, there we also need money. Because even though how we are the children of nomads, people know if we go home the sign that money is enough when not everyone is like that.

"Are you ready?" ask Mas Rayyan.

"It's over!" I answered while holding Zavier.

Bismillah, we stepped foot into this sizable bus very carefully. Since I brought Zavier in my arms, the baby wouldn't be carried by his father. Though again this kind of situation, but still he spoiled me.

Behind the translucent glass coming out, Mama Rima and the others waved at Zavier. I responded by moving Zavier's hand. Fortunately, Zavier chuckled to see it.

Three days and two nights, that's the distance from Medan to my village. It was quite far away and very long on the road. Zavier looks like a henchman, maybe he understands how I feel as his mother. The intoxicating path made me unable to move much, I indeed could not be on a long road trip like this. I don't know, it feels so dizzy.

After three days, we finally reached my hometown. My cries are breaking, this is my homeland. I've been setting foot here for two years.

"Why crying?" Rayyan held my hand.

"Dhira is happy, Mas. Dhira misses the village."

"Don't shed a tear, too, dear. Poor Zavier, I thought you must be sad."

Holy hooch! I forgot I was holding Zavier. Mas Rayyan said, Zavier was looking at me. I kissed her forehead gently, "Mother is not pa-pa, son. Mommy's happy you'll soon meet Grandma and Grandpa."

While waiting for Mas Rayyan to order an ojek online, Zavier and I sat in a coffee shop. I did not ask my Brother to pick me up, because Brother must be busy taking care of Mom in the hospital.

"Darling, that's the car. Come aboard!" said Mas Rayyan.