My in-laws are chatty

5

"Who were you with? How did you see you get out of the car? How can you get down in front of the house? Why on the road?" I asked spontaneously, when Hera entered the house.

"Eh together with meen mbak." replied his gaze.

"Ooo, next time send anter to the house. It's not good to see the neighbors. Time's coming down by the side of the road." I said advising.

"Yes, ma'am." Hera said as she passed to her room.

I signed up as a writer on one of the writing platforms. Well better I write about Evil Mother-in-law only times huh. Hehe.

First of all, I just read. Understand, what kind of stories are loved. No time passed so quickly, it was late afternoon. I'm paying cash is my duty. Prepare to welcome your husband home.

When I was about to make a warm tea, I cried. Where is my sugar? There's no. The feeling this morning there was still a jar full.

"Mom, look at that sugar jar?" Ask my mom who is watching television.

" You buy sugar? " Tell Mom back.

"Yes, I don't buy sugar, ma'am, get all Bang Hasan's paychecks I hold." Reply lazily.

"That's Hasan's money, not yours. He's the one who works. It's only natural that Mom holds it." Mother replied without turning her face away from the television.

"I'm Bang Hasan Bu's wife, I should have held Bang Hasan's salary. But I relented, I did not mind, if Mother held. Mother herself also said that what do I need to say to Mom." This time my emotions are really in ubun ubun.

"I'm her mother, I'm more entitled. Delicious in you, working with money. Poor son dong, you benefit." Say Mom relax.

Astaghfirullah, I can only stroke the chest, then go away from crazy ngadepin Mom. I made Bang Hasan tea, even without sugar. I open the hood, I want to warm the chicken opor I cooked this morning. But there is only the sambel. Where's opor? The bowl just disappeared. Especially his opor. I wanted to ask Mom, but I was lazy to argue. I open the fridge, I'll get the eggs. But nihil, the feeling was there were still 5 seeds if not wrong. Yes I gave up, later when Bang Hasan came home, I just eat outside my mind.

Not long after Bang Hasan came home.

Bang Hasan just knitted his brows. Then drink the tea with a little frown.

"Ga there's a side dish too Bang, finish. Though this morning adek cook opor chicken Bang. Buy outside yuk bang." I invited Bang Hasan to eat outside.

"Can the deck run out? Didn't you set aside for brother?" Bang Hasan's question was a bit upset.

"Already Bang, it's been separated that made Brother. But Adek loa has not been ad Bang. Meal time is just askin to Mom." My answer is self-defense.

"Ish husband home from work, capek, laper. No food, bitter tea. Begus not beg you deck." Bang Hasan was angry.

"It won't make you know Bang when it's all over Bang." My eyes are starting to condense.

"Allah is your name." Bang Hasan clucked past following Mom watching television.

I could only stare, then step straight into the room.

I woke up, because of the noise outside the room. Turns out I overslept.

I opened the door slowly, and I saw Father, Mother, Herah and Bang Hasan watching television. At the hot coffee table. And then Bang Hasan? Eaten? That looks like the chicken side dish I made this morning. Not finished, is it?

"So Mom accidentally ate sugar, same egg in San's room." Mother said while giggling.

"That's ma'am, let's not be extravagant." - timpal Hera.

"Keep the chicken opor I put on the cupboard. Let your wife know herself. Let him work. It can't just be at home."

I saw Bang Hasan just shut up. Not defending me one bit. This chest tightness. Until the sugar, the eggs are hidden in the room. Chicken opor, I'm the cook is also hidden. Like I can't stand being treated like this anymore. Should I end all this?