PURSUE CUSTOM IN-LAWS

Part 1

What kind of dream wedding do many women dream of?

Of course a sacred wedding with a festive party, is not in modern times a wedding reception is commonplace?

Neither am I hypocritical nor do I want a festive party for a once-in-a-lifetime wedding. Although in the end it was just a simple wedding, I feel grateful that our marriage can be done solemnly and go according to plan.

There were no festive parties, only street-fed events for my husband's neighbors and workmates and college friends.

Actually my parents still can if only hold a reception party for me, until my parents suggest to us after three months it would be nice for our wedding reception to be held.

"How do you agree?"

I tried to talk to Mas Arga, my husband.

I'm lyrically my husband who just kept silent, I don't know what he's thinking now.

"If it's all up to you. To be honest I feel bad, sir, and my father would not agree."

I understand why my husband can say that, his parents must be reluctant to pay extra especially his mother who is very good at mathematics.

In order to marry me, Arga was very troubled, she had to work hard to collect rupiah coffers.

I also took part in raising funds for our wedding.

Some of my savings I leave to mas Arga to add money savings that is not much to apply.

My parents did not ask for dowry and money with a large nominal but Arga mas as a man certainly did not want to just come with clothes attached to the body.

The application day had passed until our wedding was over without a hitch.

A little story when the event as handy we had experienced all that because of the work of his mother mas Arga.

The amount of money given by the Arga mas to spend for the purposes of my ceremony was actually bought Gold and a number of personal needs for himself.

"Mother, how does Arga have to explain again to mother? Not Arga doesn't love mom but the money's for tomorrow morning's event. Do you want to take us to Nadin's house? I don't have any more spare money."

Arga murmured, really at that time my husband was disappointed with the envious attitude of his mother who was present did not know the place.

"Wesss, just defend the woman did you want to be a child of disobedience with mother?"

Again my husband just silently held back furious, he knew being angry with his mother would only make things worse.

Finally that night, Arga called Mba Leni my sister-in-law and her husband to help buy her a makeshift gift according to the money left.

I who heard the news can only resign hopefully tomorrow my family can accept.

The ceremony arrived there were only three sponge cake parcels without crocodile bread, a set of sheets which of course was a donation from the sister-in-law, some makeup tool parcels, and a few, kebaya clothes that we have prepared in advance and some jewelry that of course has been bought by Arga.

Luckily my father-in-law was able to attend the ceremony when we heard the news that was not good enough from his son and daughter-in-law, stepmother Mas Arga took the initiative to prepare some fruit parcels and food parcels.

Until our application was completed, her mother Mas Arga again threw a tantrum by denouncing the dishes we serve for the guests.

Of course I know he's embarrassed or he's shameless.

"What kind of fish is this? It's so weird."

It's not good to continue eating?

In the liver of the goiter itself.

Don't ask me why my in-laws are so arrogant, I don't know maybe because they were born so.

After my parents' proposal to give me some food packages in return for luggage from besan.

There are shade, there are various kinds of fruit, a variety of wet cakes, and everything is wrapped by my mother for prospective besan.

"Not to be accepted, later on spilled cars so dirty dear waste of money for nyuci. After all, no one eats, no one wants village cuisine."

Again my in-laws bluntly denounced, he did not even say goodbye to the neighbors passing by just leaving the venue.

Arga apologized and my extended family could only understand.

Some of the wrapped food was still given to my sister-in-law and if her mother Arga did not want to, at least her stepmother Arga would gladly accept.

Oh mother-in-law, what is your heart really made of?

Our wedding day is coming soon, after a heated debate between our mother-in-law and father-in-law.

"Don't use a festive event, waste of money. You think finding money is easy. Hard work just to please people's children, happy your mother was."

That's how my mother-in-law's hurtful words were ahead of the wedding.

Finally Arga decided instead of being married better still held the wedding event with a simple.

There were no tents, no chairs neatly lined up on the street. The event was held in KUA, and after that we went home to my parents because all our events were held there.

My father and mother-in-law only stopped by shortly after from KUA and chose to go home without touching the food that had been served.

My father-in-law said goodbye, not to my mother-in-law but I saw her whispering something to Arga.

I asked my husband if he was with his mother so he talked to her in whispers.

"Mother told me to bring you a shade fish like yesterday."

I almost laughed out loud. Why was my mother-in-law so proud to admit that my mother's cooking was delicious?

Oh, hell, muna

That's how it is in my mind, besides being arrogant it turns out he is a muna person.

What if I have to stay one roof with my mother-in-law? it is very difficult just to be friendly.

I have to figure out a way to get Arga to stay with my parents or at least we'll contract a house.

I kept thinking until the first night, we were exhausted.

Not by exhaustion of your version of bad thoughts but by exhaustion of our minds looking for a solution not to stay with your mother-in-law.