SUFFERING WITH IN-LAWS

Bima Mas Does Not Go Home

Before dawn I was awake, I did a routine like before I married Mas Bima. But now what distinguishes after the dawn prayer, I do not make cake batter.

All I do now after dawn prayers is cook for my little family.

"It turns out Bima did not come home last night" I muttered as I entered the room. Because last night I slept with Kean in Kean's room.

After removing the face, I rushed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Kean and Bima mas. Even though Bima last night did not come home, I still prepared breakfast. Who knows, this morning before he went home.

Not forgetting before I started cooking, I woke up my little gentleman who was Sholeh to perform the obligation of morning prayers

Although with a heavy heart, because drowsiness still lingered in his eyes and the cold morning air pierced his bones. Kean woke up and immediately went to the bathroom to fetch water.

After that he carried out his dawn prayer obligations. What a beautiful sight in my eyes. It was intentional'I taught mandatory prayer early on to Kean.

So that later when he grows up, he is accustomed to obligations. Even without my supervision.

I immediately began to wrestle with the world of cooking. Cooking and baking has become my hobby. And to this day, my hobby has become my income field.

I am so grateful for my hobby. I can improve my economy, starting first when I was left by Mas Damar.

And the capital of making cakes, I got from the results of my hobby of writing. Until now my two hobbies, I live in harmony and continuity.

Of my two hobbies, I already have some investments such as a house, shophouse, car and some gold jewelry. And also have been able to renovate my parents' house in the village. As well as the result of this hobby of mine, I was able to buy one acre of rice fields for both my parents.

I am so happy that I can make both my parents happy. Even though it was nothing compared to what my parents gave me.

I bought a one-hectare rice field in the village, the money was a joint venture with Mayang. Alhamdulillah, now Mayang and Celvin are married. But they decided to live in Singapore, because Celvin had to handle the company of Handoko sir who was there.

The cooking was done, and now it was on the dining table. The clock on the wall was already showing at half six in the morning. But Bima and Putri are still not home either.

I walked into Kean's room to see Kean and told Kean to take a shower.

Chequeleek, please,

"Kean has a bath?" I asked as I opened Kean's room door.

"It's amma." Kean replied, looking back at me, who was standing in the middle of the door.

"Now what is it?,"

How happy I am, seeing Kean who is still sitting in Kindergarten A is independent like that. Without orders, he took the initiative himself to take a bath.

And without whining, he wears his own clothes. Although the way it is used must also be corrected again. But it makes me proud to have a kid like Kean. He was trying to show that he could wear his own clothes.

"Kean put the book in the bag again, ma." Kean replied.

" It's over, son?" I asked.

"It's a little bit" he answered, lifting up the last book he would put in his school bag.

"Here!!" called me after he put the last book in his bag.

Kean walked towards me, then I squatted in alignment with Kean's standing body. I trimmed Kean's uniform a little slanted.

"Now, Sholeh's son amma had breakfast first." I pinched Kean's nose slowly.

"Ready, amma." Kean replied by raising his hand, and putting it in front of his forehead. We both walked to the dining table.

It's six in the morning Bima still hasn't come home either.

"Where are the father and sister Princess, ma?, why not have breakfast with us?," Kean chanted while scooping rice on a plate and then he put it in his mouth.

"Father and sister Princess, last night at grandma's house. Maybe my father and sister left school from my grandmother's house." I replied. I put the glass filled with milk in front of Kean who was having breakfast.

"Thank you, amma" Kean said after I put a glass of milk in front of him.

"Together, dear." answered me.

"If my father and sister leave from my grandmother's house, Kean goes to school with whom, ma?," asked Kean with an agitated face. It seems that he is scared.

"Why is Kean's face so scared, son?" I asked. I did not answer Kean's question, because I was worried about the expression given by Kean when he knew Bima and Putri departed from his mother's house in Bima.

"Kean's afraid of skipping school, ma. Kean was afraid of being angry at the teacher's mother." said Kean innocently. I smiled when I heard Kean's innocent reply.

"Who said that Kean had to skip?, Kean just calm down, if the father and sister Princess left from the grandmother's house. There's still amma between Kean's schools." I answered to calm Kean's heart, my son Sholeh.

"Didn't Amma have to work?" he asked again to convince the truth about the talk I said earlier.

"Yes, it's time for amma work. But Kean is calm, the mother will take Kean to school. After dropping off Kean, my mom just left for Amma's work." persuade me.

"If so, ok deh ma!, thank you, ma." said Kean while kissing my cheek.

"Sama-sama Soleh her amma." I also kissed Kean's cheek.

Kean continued his breakfast, while I changed clothes to get ready to go to the shophouse while taking Kean to school.

Today's plan is to go to a jewelry store, to buy gold for investment. So that someday when I need money for Kean's education, I don't have much trouble finding it.

So from now on I've been saving for Kean's future as well as for Kean's school fees later.

After I got dressed, I ordered a taxi online.

I saw Kean had also finished his breakfast, he was also ready to go to school.

"His lunchbox has been put in, son?," I asked as I watched Kean sitting idly waiting for me on the porch.

"Already, amma." she replied.

"OKs. Wait a minute, the taxi I ordered hasn't come" I said, locking the door.

"That taxi's coming, ma." pointed Kean at the taxi that stopped in front of the house.

"Let's go, baby!" take me.

We both walked hand in hand out of the courtyard.