My Money Doesn't Mean Your Money

chapter 1

"what the fuck are you mas, you only gave me 1.5 million monthly money you think this is enough for a month's needs? while your mother gave me 2.5 million monthly money" my hardik

this is how every time heru payday, he only gave me a monthly money of 1.5 million while for his mother in rations of 2.5 million. though I have often protested the unfairness of Heru in giving monthly money, as a wife I never forbid her to give money to her mother, she said, because I know that a son always belongs to his mother even though he is married, but that does not mean he is negligent with his obligations as a husband who should also support his wife properly.

"already Wulan do not have to argue because I gave it that much, you should be a smart wife grateful, it's good I still give a living, while you just do nothing in this house" he said and left me just like that.

it's always like this every time I protest for the living he gives me. How I don't protest the money he makes just for the kitchen, water, electricity, etc, in fact, often the money is not enough until the end of the month, and the rest of me who have to rack my brain to find a way to cover the shortfall! even at the end of the month, I often owe at the stall bu siti to just shop for kitchen materials.

complaining is also free, because of course he does not want to know about it! all he knows is, he has given me a living every payday he paid, but my mother also often asked me for money, when the monthly money given mas hereu runs out.

the day is getting noon without waiting any longer I immediately go to stall bu siti to shop as well as pay my previous grocery debt

"day ma'am siti" said I

"eh, there's mbak wulan, want to shop mbak?"

"yes ma'am" I answered while choosing the groceries I will cook today. "this is ma'am already, how much is it all mom? all the same groceries that yesterday ma'am" I said

"this is a total of 43000 plus belajaan yesterday 55000 so the total is all 98000 ya mbak"

I immediately gave a hundred thousand bills to pay for my total groceries to the lady, "this is the money"

then immediately I stepped out of the stall bu siti to quickly get home, because I had to quickly cook for lunch because it was time for lunch.

"where are you wulan from" my mother-in-law snapped

"from the shopping shop" I answered briefly

"what time is it? why do you belom cook lunch, you want to see the hungry mother because waiting for you who only leha-leha in the room" joked my mother-in-law again

that was my mother-in-law, when it was clear I had just returned from the stall bu siti with a grocery crackle. And this, she even scolded me because I was late cooking lunch, and I was so happy, even though there is a favorite girl at home, why always wait to cook lunch for them.

"wulaaaan, long time cooking, we are starving waiting for you" cried my mother-in-law

"yes ma'am this is about to be finished" I said slowly

patience is what I have to do now, because it is useless I complain to my husband, he will definitely answer with. "patience, in fact the mother of the person is good, understanding you must be patient to face the mother, he will certainly answer with, because after all the heaven is still on the mother, you know that the only son of the mother, mas must respect the mother" always so if I complain about the attitude of the mother who every day added to me.

I finished cooking on the dining table, my mother and sister-in-law immediately sat on the dining table chair and started eating voraciously, maybe he was really hungry because this was already very past lunchtime.