Silence of a Son-in-law

DSM-8

Not to be confused by the guess that I believe is almost a hundred percent correct, I also prefer to put my towel in the original place and tidy up my clothes. At least my heart was relieved that I didn't keep any money in the closet. 

Almost half an hour passed and I was done. Immediately I set foot into the bathroom. When my mother-in-law was in the kitchen, I also tried to say hello even though it was not responded to. I started to act unconcerned. After all, while there is Mas Ashraf at home, of course my mother-in-law will not bully. Hehe. 

"Have you taken a shower?" 

I was surprised when I just entered the room, Mas Ashraf immediately asked like that. I thought my husband was still in a deep sleep. 

"Already, Mas. There if you want to take a shower. I'm ready to put on his shirt." 

Just arrived in front of the closet, Mas Ashraf had already pulled my body when my position was only on a towel. Mas Ashraf even directly oppressed me. 

"Mas, I've had a shower." I refused because I was lazy to take another shower. Not to mention if I get a look from my mother-in-law who is cooking, I can imagine how much judes my mother-in-law's face will be. 

"No papa. We take a bath together later," said Mas Ashraf with a smile. 

I no longer refused, and in the end we joined in love. Strive to have a momongan. 

****

"Don't go anywhere without my permission." Ashraf gave orders when he was leaving for work. I just agreed and shook the man's hand. After that, Mas Ashraf also drove his motorbike away from home. 

All I can do now is take a deep breath. Mas Ashraf has gone to work, which means I have to start to thicken my heart again to face the onslaught of my mother-in-law. 

I rushed in to clean up before my mother-in-law gave me tausiyah. Just starting to sweep, my mother-in-law came over. 

"Ra, buy some sugar and some tea. It's over. The same detergent soap, too," my mother-in-law ordered. I just assented. Although in the heart a bit ggegrundel as well. 

Already stymied, I choose to finish my work sweeping first then go to the stall. I kept quiet and acted like I didn't care when I heard my mother-in-law pounding so hard. Maybe the woman was upset because I didn't go straight to the stall. 

Let it. Inner irritated. 

***

The new clock showed at three in the afternoon, but Mas Ashraf was already home. His face was not as sluggish as usual. I hurried to put my phone on and approached the man. I don't know, why when I saw the look on Mas Ashraf's face, it made me suddenly agitated. Something seems to have happened to my husband.

"Cock tumben already home, Mas?" my many. 

"Stop working?" My forehead is pucker inside. "What does it mean you're fired?" 

"Yes." Yeah." Ashraf answered briefly. 

I saw him massaging the temple, probably feeling dizzy. 

"Why, Mas? Did you make a mistake?" I started to worry and want to know. But not the answer I got. It was precisely Mas Ashraf's gaze that was like it was going to swallow me. 

"Be quiet! Don't make me dizzy!" snapped it. 

My body inched in fear hearing her thunderous snapping. In fact, I am his wife and it is only natural to know what the reason for my husband being dismissed from his job. Not wanting to be a problem, I chose to be quiet. 

What I do so often now. Shut up, shut up, and shut up. 

When the atmosphere is tense like that. My mother-in-law's coming. I saw that his forehead was puckered in maybe he felt just as good as I saw Mas Ashraf coming home early. I wonder how my mother-in-law reacted when she saw her son fired. 

"Tumben you're home soon, Shraf." 

"I don't work, Mom. I'm fired." Ashraf answered softly.

I saw my mother-in-law snorting sharply.

 "Fired? How come?" My mother-in-law walked in haste then sat on the sofa in a lightning motion. "Did you make a mistake?" 

"No, Ma. There is a lack of work, so there is a reduction of workers and I am one of them" he said. 

"Yes already. Maybe you're told to take a break, Shraf." 

I just took a long breath. Feeling jealous and jealous. When I asked, Mas Ashraf replied with a glance. When her mother asked, she answered softly. 

Am I wrong to be envious like this? I know heaven on the soles of mothers' feet, but when a man is married. Shouldn't he also glorify his wife? 

I wanted to cry hard and run back to my parents' house.