Silence of a Son-in-law

DSM-7

Arguing again and again.

That's how my home life is with Mas Ashraf. Sometimes I get bored and just want to give up. However, until then I can still hold myself even though my patience is slowly thinning. 

The next morning, I asked Mas Ashraf for permission to visit my parents. At first Mas Ashraf refused firmly, but I insisted. With or without permission from Mas Ashraf, I will still visit my father and mother. I miss them so much. 

If I had been stubborn like this, Mas Ashraf would have finally relented. He took a day off work just to drive me and accompany me. If I may ask, I would like to go to my mother and father's house alone. 

Besides I am free to chat (Although I did not chat with my mother-in-law's ugliness let alone Mas Ashraf), I can also be satisfied to be there. If with Mas Ashraf, only an hour and sometimes even half an hour, have immediately asked to go home. However, one thing needs to be made clear that I cannot refuse all of Mas Ashraf's orders and wishes. 

Upon arrival at my parents' house, they immediately greeted me enthusiastically. In fact, my mother kissed and hugged me very tightly. As if he was venting a passionate longing. So did the welcome for Mas Ashraf. They treated him very well, showing that Mas Ashraf was a good son-in-law. 

Envied. My heart really felt very envious because it had never gotten such a good reception. Never mind being welcomed, just seeing me up to the doorstep, my mother-in-law has immediately put on a face look of dislike. Had I been treated the same, I would have felt at home in my father-in-law's house. However, it is a pity that all are just wishful thinking that will never be as beautiful as reality. 

In my house, we talked about a lot of things. Telling important things and sometimes interspersed with guyonan. When mom asked about me who was not pregnant yet, she rubbed my back and asked me to be patient. 

"Not yet, Ra. No papa. Effort again. If it is time to be loved, it will be loved. Maybe now you are still given time to date first," my mother always accompanied by weirdness. I just responded with a smile and I looked at Mas Ashraf with a forced smile. 

At least mother speech is not as painful as my mother-in-law and Mpok Idah who said I was a barren woman. In fact, the barren ones are not only women, men can also be barren. However, why if there are women who are difficult to get pregnant or get married for a long time do not have children, it is always to blame the woman. 

Long enough to chat, I also apologized Ashraf for taking a nap in my room. Though Mas Ashraf had asked to go home, but I refused because I was not satisfied there. I chose to enter the room and let Mas Ashraf be with his father in the living room. 

I can guess, Mas Ashraf will ask to go home because he cannot leave his mother alone. 

***

Exactly as expected, Mas Ashraf still forced to go home. He did not want to stay at my house until I finally had to obey his wishes. There are so many commands and encouragement that I received from my parents to always obey and obey my husband. 

And if I could, I would either want to scream in front of them or maybe cry out loud that I can't afford to stay with my in-laws. I don't feel at home and want to go home as their daughter. However, I was self-aware that nothing would be possible. 

Upon arrival at home, Mas Ashraf went straight to bed and slept. He didn't even ignore me as if my existence was invisible. I could also only sigh*hkan breath into the air roughly. 

Instead of messing around with the attitude of Mas Ashraf who was indifferent to ingrained, I also prefer to clean myself. However, when opening a wardrobe, there is one thing that really disturbs the mind. 

All the clothes in the wardrobe are no longer neat. Like the touch of a person. Obviously it's not me, because I don't like it the most when I see the contents of a messy wardrobe. That Mas Ashraf couldn't have been because I got him clothes. 

I took a deep breath and my mind began to guess. 

Possibly ....