PURSUE CUSTOM IN-LAWS

Section 7

We have been married for almost three months, Arga mas still the same every day back and forth to his mother's house even more often spend the night there.

While me? Yes it's fate maybe married to mas Arga even though sometimes I'm annoyed half to death.

Sunday has arrived, Arga and I decided to spend time at Arga's mother's house. I went there just to clean the house, wash my mother-in-law's clothes and brush the mossy bathroom. Usually there are mbak Leni who help work because she is pregnant and craving badly I can not bear to let her help too, not to mention her children are lucky many mas Arjun want to help the task mbak Leni at home.

Bruuukkkk

"Oh, this Nadiiinnn brushed what the hell? The floor of the bathroom is slippery like this you want to make me fall, the receipt continues to die well." Mom slips and almost falls out of the bathroom.

I'm just apologizing, let's just give up instead of getting into trouble.

"Bring again until clean!"

I just ducked, I brushed the bathroom floor back and put a dry cloth to wipe my feet there.

I just sat down, I saw my mother's yard littered with garbage, out of nowhere it felt like the garbage wasn't there.

Back I take the broomstick and collect the scattered garbage and throw it in the front trash can.

I'm really tired. After cleaning, mopping, washing dishes, cleaning the Arga mas room, washing mother's clothes and bathroom brushes up to twice can be a bonus page.

I was sitting limp, Arga went to Arjun's house but didn't come home yet. My stomach was rumbling, my mother-in-law was still in the room. Looks like I'll have to eat at the Warteg front. I walked to the dining area not far from my mother-in-law's house. Want in a pack is not good because only buy one pack if buying a mother afraid of being thrown away and reproached. All wrong!

I finally ate at the restaurant in a hurry. After I finished I rushed to the house of my mother-in-law afraid later looking for me and pitted the no-no on the Arga mas.

My in-laws in front of the house, were busy eating quaci whose skin scattered everywhere.

Duh Gusti, I just ate the energy already abis again.

I entered the house and sat down next to my mother-in-law. He ignored my presence. Like I'm a demon who bothers him to go back inside and throw his weather pack away.

Ah, you're late. Waiting for you to come bring food can faint me for holding back hunger. I just muttered in my heart staring fixed black plastic wrap.

"Assalamu'alaikum, mother where's the deck? You're not finished yet?"

Not yet I answered the question mas Arga, suddenly mother came out of the room.

"Your wife is Ga, if the old work, melt and not clean anyway. You feel like you're staying with him for a long time?" Mom was whining looking at me with a scornful look.

I just smiled, trying not to get angry.

"Sorry mas, I was delayed I was hungry so I ate in the front yard" I said.

"It's good to eat and go out alone, not nawarin your mother and husband."

"It's not so bu-"

"Here, you are stingy!"

Deggs..

Mother-in-law said I was stingy? So what about him? I was trying to finish the housework, I was thirsty and my mother let my throat dry without compassion even a drop of drinking water quenched my thirst.

Mother-in-law, where did that stingy word get you to invent?

Mom snatched the flash of plastic wrap that Arga was carrying.

"This is for mom. If you're done, you better get out of here."

Mother stomped her feet into the room that was always locked. I'm confused what room is that? Is that a warehouse? Or ? Why is it always locked? Ah, I feel more curious and again I can only keep a meeting of a thousand questions that still hang in my mind.