Silence of a Son-in-law

DSM-22

After a week of thinking things over and asking for consideration from the parents, I finally left with Elmira to the city. I left behind all the remaining painful memories. I promise to erase anything that hurts my heart. 

In essence, I want to stay away from Mas Ashraf and everything. I don't want to hear more about that man or his family.  

I want to feel calm and focused on my own life. Take care of yourself, go free everywhere. Everything was. All the things I couldn't do when I was officially Mas Ashraf's wife. Now I can do everything freely. Without any obstructions. 

I feel free like a bird coming out of a wire cage instead of a gold cage. The treatment of Mas Ashraf and Ms. Sumarni is inappropriate if equated with a golden cage. 

We—aku and Elmira— do not work in one employer. Elmira's employer's house and mine, only five houses apart. However, we were still able to greet each other and chat. Sometimes we even shop together. 

My new employer is a mature man, about thirty-five years old with his wife. There was the master's mother in the house there as well. 

However, the attitude of the great mistress in treating the son-in-law was very different from what Mother Sumarni did to me first. The rich and old lady, treated her son-in-law well. I've always seen his attention and yes, it's quite envious of me. 

Why didn't my mother-in-law treat me like that? 

Uh! Never mind, no need to be regretted and mourned again. Most importantly, I am now free of them. 

"Yeah!" 

The voice of the master was heard calling me from the middle, I immediately ran towards him. I saw Master sitting on the sofa massaging his temple. His face looked lethargic like there was no spirit at all. 

"Why, Sir? Are you in pain?" ask me to vent. 

I see, Mr. Berto—my employer—just sighed in length many times without stopping the massage at the temple. 

I'm asserting. Without refuting anymore. Immediately I make black coffee in the right dose. After that, I gave the coffee and immediately shaved by Mr. Berto. There is still a lot of hot smoke. I'm not sure Mr. Berto's tongue is still fine after sipping the hot drink.

After a long time of silence, I wanted to go back to the kitchen. Not without reason, I do not want to continue to feel awkward if only the two for a long time. Moreover, my status as a widow, makes me feel uncomfortable if only alone with another man. 

However, just about to step away, Mr. Berto called back. Told me to stay where I am right now because there are things that the man will talk about. Honestly, my heart is stubborn and continues to guess what would be discussed.

Could I be fired? Ah, no! I don't want to think about it too much. If you want to be fired, what is my fault. I feel like I didn't do anything wrong. 

"What's up, Mister?" Finally, I asked myself. 

"Ira, I'm sorry if I was too presumptuous to ask you. I was just curious. My wife said you're a widow? Is that true?" ask Mr. Berto. 

I was stuck in a long time. Not expecting the question posed by my own employer. I wanted to be quiet because it was something that made me uncomfortable. However, if I don't answer, I definitely look very disrespectful. 

"Pardon me, sir. Why why?" I asked back without answering the question. Honestly, I was afraid that my current status would be a problem. 

"It's okay. I'm just asking." Mr. Berto looked at me deeply and immediately I turned my face away. 

"Yes, Sir. I am indeed a widow. Is there a problem with my status, sir?" I asked again, even though I felt uncomfortable. 

"Mr ...." Mr. Berto hung up his words and it made me even worse.