SUFFERING WITH IN-LAWS

Connect With Neighbors Complex

"Assalamualaikum." I said hello when I reached the gate of his house.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied the beautiful woman who seemed to be three years older than me.

"Meet me, I'm Sarah living next door." I introduced myself and pointed to my house at the end of the sentence. Then I put my hand on this beautiful woman.

"Ooo so you're a new resident of this complex?," she asked as she looked at me from top to bottom. It felt like his gaze was an unusual one.

"Ana." she answered briefly with a brief shake with my hand. Impressed, if he raised his hand after sticking it briefly in my palm. But I responded with a smile.

"Who is he, the deck?" asked the man who was playing a cell phone.

"New neighbor next door, mas." she replied while glancing at me. I don't know what that glint is? I can't interpret it. But it made me uncomfortable.

"Oo... this next door neighbor of our house?" asked the man, walking closer to us who were standing near the gate of his house.

"Introduce!! I'm Bram, Ana's husband." he said while thrusting his hand at Bima mas who was standing next to me. When I lyrically, the watch that is coiled around this guy's wrist is quite expensive.

Pantesan started earlier, I saw him scratching his wrists a lot.

"I'm Bima." said mas Bima by shaking Mr. Bram's hand.

"Sarah." I said introduce myself to Mr. Bram. But I didn't shake hands, I just cupped my palms together. And I lift it to the front of the chest.

"Sara? What a great name." he said with a nod of his head.

"It's Ana, there's a little cake." I put out a paper bag containing some kind of cake that I brought from my cake shop.

"May Ana like it." I continued with a friendly smile.

Then Ana immediately took it, without any expression. No smiles and thanks. His face was very flat as he took the paper bag out of my hand.

"Bima, where do you work?" asked Mr. Bram in Bima.

"I opened a grocery store, Mr. Bram." replied mas Bima.

"Oooo... Just open a grocery store?," said Ana with a derogatory glance at me.

"Yes, mbak." replied Bima.

"If I have a showroom, so if you want to buy a car can buy it in my showroom" said Mr. Bram with great pride.

"I think your car is already when you change the new one, because your car model is very far behind" he continued while staring at my parked car parked in front of the house.

"Where could they possibly afford a new car? it's just a basic store. It's worth it to use a car like that" said mbak Ana while glancing at the car parked in my yard.

"Ha ha ha ha...," said mbak Ana welcomed with a big laugh Mr. Bram. Like her they both intend to insult me and Bima mas.

Rather than stay here longer to make my heart hurt, I better be ready to go home soon.

"Then, we say goodbye first mbak Ana, Mr. Bram." I said then stepped out of the yard mbak Ana.

But there was no response when I and Bima say goodbye.

"Pa, this just put it in the cat cage." said mbak Ana thrust a paper bag containing cake to her husband. It seems he deliberately spoke like that very loudly, for me to hear him.

But I don't care about it, because I have sincerely given it.

After I give it to you, it's not my right anymore. So it's up to him to eat those cookies.

We passed to the front neighbor of the house, coincidentally the door of his house was open. Right now we are just going to the houses whose doors are open.

"Assalamualaikum.." said I saluted.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied the woman whose age was easier than mine.

"Who is it?" he asked. Indeed, since I lived here I have never met at all with my front neighbor.

"Meet me, I'm Sarah. The new occupants of the house." I said as I pointed to my house which faced directly with this house. Then I put my hands together to shake.

"Oooo.... The new neighbor?, I'm the Goddess, ma'am. Looks like Sarah's older than me, so it would be more polite if I called with the word mbak." he said to the point. He immediately welcomed the hands to shake hands.

Then alternately, now mas Bima introduced himself. When shaking hands, it seems like Dewi is reluctant to release the hand of Bima mas. He continued to look at Bima with a gentle gaze.

"Well, her husband is handsome" said the Goddess as if not have the burden of praising the husband of the person in front of his wife.

"Yes, it's up to the Goddess. What do you want to call me" I replied with a bitter smile. There was a sense of annoyance as she praised my husband directly in front of me.

"It's a little cake," I took the paper bag Kean was carrying.

"Well.it's my favorite cake." he took a paper bag roughly from me.

"Sarah's mom, this is my favorite cake. Does Sarah also like this cake?," without waiting for me and Bima and Kean to come home. He immediately took one chocolate sponge, and immediately ate it very greedily.

"Then, we say retreat first, because there are still many other neighbors that we have not come" I reasoned.

There is a house that has the door open. The house next to my house, which was when I came home from the shophouse. There was a middle-aged man sitting on the porch of his house.

"Now we're there, ma'am." point me in the direction of the house I mean.

"Okay dear." replied Bima without protest.

The three of us entered the courtyard of the house, seen a luxury car parked in the garage.

"The car is cool?" said Kean.

"Yes, son." answered me in a soft voice, Fearful of having a home to hear.

"Waalaikumsalam." Looks like the one who answered my greetings was a man. It could be that guy, the guy I met this afternoon.

"Well, isn't this the next-door neighbor?" the man asked .

"Yes, Sir. Introduce my name Bima, and this is my wife and child." this time Bima mas introduced themselves. Maybe because the one who met us right now was a man.

Mas Bima immediately thrust his hand to shake hands, and the man of my father's age immediately reached out his hand and they both shook hands.

"Meet me Edi" said the man.

"Sarah." I said introduce myself but I didn't shake hands with the man. Just cupped my palms together.

"Come sit down, my wife is taking a shower. Soon it is over, just wait for it." said Mr. Edi invited us to sit down. But with subtle mas Bima refused him, because the time is already afternoon. We have to go to his mother's house immediately Bima.

After Bima gave the cake to Edi sir, Bima mas immediately paid to go home.

But when I walked towards the house, like Mr. Edi was still staring at me.

Maybe Bima didn't know this, but I felt it. Because occasionally I glanced at Mr. Edi who was still sitting on the porch chair of his house.

"Sarah's sister!!, tomorrow-tomorrow play here yes, acquaintance with my wife." cried Mr. Edi as we wanted to enter at the gate of my house.

"Inshaallah, sir." I replied with a smile.

Adzan magrib was reverberating, whose plan was to leave for his mother mas Bima before magrib. Now in retreat after Maghrib prayer.

I rushed to the bathroom for ablution, but my steps stopped when I heard Bima's mobile phone ringing.

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"Hello, assalamu'alaikum ma'am?," said Bima's greetings to the person who called her at this time. Looks like Bima's mom called.

"Yes, Mom. Bima must be there. It's about to go, wait for Sarah to finish praying first."

"Yes, I'm patient donk ma'am. Wait a minute we leave." said Mas Bima then hang up the phone.

"Yuk hunted if praying, we have been waiting for mother, mbak Ambar and mas Awan there" said mas Bima to me.

Mas Bima three brothers, and mas Bima the last child. While his first sister named Mbak Ambar. His second brother was a man named Mas Awan.

They're married, and they don't live with mom. Actually the mother lived with mas Bima and princess, when Bima was widowed

But after marrying me, she decided to get out of her mother's house, and live here. Maybe it's because I asked not to stay with my in-laws.

"Yes, wait a minute. I pray first." I said as I passed to the mushola house where the place is not so big. But enough to pray for one family.

Mas Bima and Kean who had prayed first, are now waiting for me on the living room sofa.

After I finished praying, I put up my Khimar again. Right now I'm wearing a navy-colored robe that matches my long Khimar.

Not to forget the diamond ring that is not so big I also wear on the middle finger of my left hand. And the wedding ring that was given Bima mas, I put it on the ring finger of my right hand.

Not to forget on the left wrist I put a watch from a famous brand, and on the right I wear a gold bracelet, whose shape is small but the price is quite wow.

My collection of gold jewelry, I bought from the results of writing an online novel. I bought gold jewelry for a long-term investment. The longer the price of gold will rise.

"Wow beautiful you, baby." praise Bima as I come out of the room. I put a thin patch on my face to make it look fresher.

Again and again mas Bima managed to make me blush embarrassed because of his speech that always praised me.

It was fortunate that Kean was a child, he still did not understand things like this.

"Let's go." take me. My little bag is on my shoulder. Adding a graceful impression, in my appearance.

The three of us went out of the house to the parked car. Mas Bima and Kean simultaneously got into the car.

I walked forward to open the gate of the house first.

"Where are you going Sarah?" the voice of Edi who suddenly appeared managed to surprise me. Because when I came out I didn't see anyone. But it turns out that on the porch of his house there is a Mr. Edi who was sitting while smoking his cigarette.

Maybe because the lighting of Mr. Edi's house is less bright, so Mr. Edi who is sitting on the floor does not look so clear. It could also be due to the skin factor of Mr. Edi who is a little dark.

"You want to get out of the streets huh mbak Sarah?," continued Mr. Edi.

"Yes, sir. Come..," my saying. After the car came out of the garage and the gate closed again, I quickly got into the car. For fear of questions again from Mr. Edi.

"Be careful, ma'am." said Mr. Edi when I was in the car.

Then Bima started the engine of his car and drove at medium speed.

Many times Bima's mobile phone rang. But Bima did not lift it.

"Your phone's beeping. Why not pick up first. Who knows how important it is." I said.

"Leave it, Sarah. It was a phone call from mom." replied Mas Bima.

"Just pick up mas, not good with mom. Thought we'd ignore her."

"Surely asked, it is still not there. So let it be. We will arrive soon." said mas Bima.

Honestly there is a sense of groggy at this time, because this is the first time I met with the brothers Bima. With my mom, this is the second time.

The first time I met when my mother accompanied Bima to marry me in the village.