Silence of a Son-in-law

DSM-02

Things that have become habits. When we fight, Mas Ashraf always sleeps behind me or wears a blanket to cover the whole body even no matter where I am next to him. In the meantime, I could only shut up without speaking a word. I don't want this fight to become a complicated issue. 

I prefer to shut up and keep everything. 

In fact, it is undeniable that in my little heart I want to talk about everything well. They exchange opinions to try to understand each other. Then embrace after. 

But not for Ashraf. It is just being a wishful thinking. He never hugged me unless he was 'wanted'. In a time when my mind was in turmoil and wanted his embrace to calm this anxiety, but Mas Ashraf never gave it away. In fact, sometimes I complain about feeling like a call woman. Touched when to be used to satisfy his desires only. 

"Mas," call me soft. However, Mas Ashraf did not listen at all. I could also only sigh*hkan breath into the air roughly. Then turn his back on the man. 

Complained. 

I do not want to complain, but realize that this self is just an ordinary human being who should complain when fatigue almost reaches its peak. 

Finally, I went through a long night of unfulfilled sleep. I had to wake up several times because of nightmares. The dream that became a sleeping flower because my mind was not okay right now. 

I was about to get off the bed, but Mas Ashraf held my hand. The man still closed his eyes. I turned my head and looked happily at him even though my gaze did not get a reply. 

"Where are you going?" ask Mas Ashraf. 

"Down, Mas. Take a shower and cook" I said. 

"Wait first. We played once. I fell asleep last night" he asked. 

"But, Mas. It's almost noon and I don't want it until mom thinks I don't want to help her" I refused subtly. 

I really don't want to get a scolding early in the morning from in-laws. It must have been very upsetting and could have ruined my mood all day. However, even the orders of Mas Ashaf could not be denied. As a wife, I have to obey all the orders of my husband. 

In the end, I also returned to relax and obey the wishes of Mas Ashraf even though I did not enjoy it too much because my mind drifted. Fear of mother's anger. 

***

Only I greeted with a nod and shook the man's hand. After driving to the front door, I rushed back in. 

Huh! Kudes*hkan my breathing is quite rough. After this I must prepare for the mother-in-law who will change her attitude when Mas Ashraf has left for work. The middle-aged woman, would look like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. 

Before the woman rambled, I rushed to get the basket filled with dirty clothes and took it to the bathroom to wash it. I was silent when I realized that my mother-in-law's gaze was sharp from the kitchen. I turned my face away because I didn't want to look at him. 

"Yeah!" 

The annoying voice sounded screeching to make me cluck lazily. Not wanting to add more trouble, I hurried up and approached the Madam in the house. 

"Make drinking. Two glasses," he ordered when I had just arrived in the living room. 

With wide steps, I took my feet to the kitchen to make the order of the mother-in-law. After that, I say goodbye to washing again. Even if I don't wash it straight away. Instead of standing behind the wall to hear the chatter of the two women who are both julid. 

"Bu Sumarni, glad you have a ghost to help. Unlike my man who just slept in the room especially now pregnant young." 

I could clearly hear the voice of Mpok Idah, the next-door neighbor. The two people if they are gathering can certainly feel at home chatting for hours and do not know what is discussed..

 "Who's word." 

I heard my mother-in-law refute. Ah, I'm sure for sure after this there will be painful and stupid sentences I still stand where I am today. 

"He wants to help you in the mood. Though not pregnant, if pregnant 'would be natural." 

"Yes yes, Ms. Sumarni. Ira is not pregnant yet and has been married for two years. My son is already pregnant. Don't-don't Ira barren, Miss Sumarni." 

Kurem*s my chest while feeling the pain there. Really, their chatter hurt my pride. Not wanting the mind to get worse, I chose to go back to washing. 

It was enough that I heard the chatter of the people who broke my heart.