OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
BE LATE
“Can't because you have to go to work.” I waltzed away leaving that granny reot there. Who cares. I only have 15 minutes left.
“Do you want to be an ungodly son-in-law?”
“All your requests have been filled ma, and you alone made this noise.”
“No! Now go and buy the ingredients!”
Miss Lastri pulled my wrist forcibly, I refused. Because after all the energy of a young person like me is much stronger than the manpower that is more than half a century old.
It kept pulling until there was a dispute between us. The terrible thing happened for a few minutes until finally Bu Lastri gave up and gradually held his chest and grimaced.
“Aduuuh.”
Oh God.
His heart pain is back again.
How'this?
The flames all over my body have not been. But inevitably I must still lead this old grandmother to enter her room and treat her with doctor's medicine. Fortunately, there are a few more pairs in this house. Oh my goodness, there is.
Indeed, it has become a habit of his heart when his wishes are not fulfilled. Now what should I do? Like it and inevitably I have to cook chicken soup for this woman.
Where can I get money for shopping? And what about my job as a prankster at Mr. Reno's? Fixes. I'll be late for sure.
...***...
I went back around like an iron on the street after the business with my in-laws was done. He is currently lying weak. I already gave him the medicine, usually two hours later his condition will return to normal.
A traveling salesman was caught by a pair of netraku serving several buyers on a street corner. Mang Udin, the subscription where I shop. I pulled a step to the end of the road toward the man who was counting the groceries of the mothers there.
“Eh with Chevani.” As if my feet were between them.
“Mang, his chicken after the same kilo of this vegetable and this.” I pointed to carrots and cabbage as a mixture. It's not much, this is all I don't know what to wear. If only sweet potatoes could turn into money.
“Oke everything Rp 45.000,- neng.”
Duh.
How do I say it, huh?
Ah already.
“Ummm can I owe you first mang? I'll pay after I shop here again. Maybe the day after.” I'm ketar ketir.
Mang Udin looked half-thought before he finally confirmed my words. Sorry mang, this is all for the sake of the wagon that is rampaging in my house.
“I know you work from morning to night, but why still debt?” A lady with lipstick interrupted from next to me. I knew from the beginning that this would happen.
“Iya, I have not received a salary.”
“Your in-laws money doesn't exist?”
How could there be and where it came from while all this time my in-laws were just hitching a ride on life on this daughter-in-law, I was heart-wrenching.
“After all what did you do late at night? Become a beautiful butterfly?”
“Iya right once.”
“The money is definitely very much.”
Astagfirullah.
Why are there so many evil demons around me?
The sound of some of these mums bruising spontaneously severed my earlobe. I mute, it feels like someone wants to slip out of my eyes. Damnit damnit! Can they blaspheme that I am a night butterfly? Know what they know about me? Hell man!
“Although I am a poor widow, I will never feed my baby from selling myself. Just aim at your mouth so as not to scratch the hearts of others, excuse me.” I put my feet wide. My hand swept across the part of my face that was already filled with water dots. Just how they. Don't because I went out early and came home late at night they can assume that I'm a bad girl! I'd better take all the people who live in my village to where I work so that they know which halal sources provide livelihood for me.
Patience Chevani, patience.
...***...
My son was playing with his pony that Mr. Reno bought one month ago. I left him just now. But this time I put it down because I knew my in-laws wouldn't be able to look after him even if he was lying weak at the moment. Huh why don't you just die?
Gosh darn.
What am I talking about?
I let Pricilia play complacently there. The materials I had bought just now I took them straight to the kitchen to execute. I hope that after this chicken soup there will be no more strange requests from the half-century woman. Ah but where is it possible, instead of the more days the demand is getting? But come on, I just hope. Whether or not it becomes God's business.
After cooking, this soup will be swallowed whole by my in-laws. He won't leave it to me as his personal cook. Funny indeed. My story is exactly like the movie series featuring the Flying Fish logo. But that's the fact, I was tortured by my own in-laws after my husband left this house. Gosh, it can already be released into a movie like this story of my life.
The thick chicken meat made me have a little trouble cutting it. In this house there is no better knife than the cutter that I am currently using. My breath feels heavy, I need extra energy so that this chicken body is split in two.
Krek.
“Awwwww arrrgh.” Suddenly a red liquid poked out from the end of my index finger. Damnit damnit! My fingers slashed. So hurt. I had to quickly take betadine before this thick liquid flooded my fingers.
“Aduuuh.”
I don't think there's been 24 hours I've set foot in this house but a mountain of trouble has happened to me. This cross? After this what else will happen? Will there be a rain of bombs from above the sky and hit my head to death? Huh, hopefully not.
The thick, non-viscous liquid chime when I pour betadine in one of my finger rooms. The scratch is quite long and the wound is quite deep, it seems after this I will be difficult to move.
After the betadine business as well as the cotton wound is finished, I continue the cutting activity that cut me that was delayed. Let it slow down, as long as there is no incision for the second time. Meat, plis. Cut you.
...***...
On the other side
A puffed up boy sobbed in the corner of the room when he heard his papa saying that his mother had left the house. No, the man did not mention that his parents were fighting, he just said that Mama Farah was on vacation at grandma's house for a while.
Reno. The man was in the fog made his son who had earlier thrashed to meet Farah. How possible? To be honest the man also did not know where his wife was. Really, his heart was too eager to contact that attached grandmother. Let it! Let me know the taste of that woman.
Reno walked over there and came. Crumped brain. There's an office job she needs to finish this morning. Where's babya? Why hasn't the clock come yet? If calculated, he may have called the woman dozens of times but not answered.
Chevani, where is he?
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