SUFFERING WITH IN-LAWS

Julit Neighbor

It was late in the afternoon, I immediately came home from Sinta's house. Afraid of Bima has arrived home first.

Actually, it does not matter even though Bima first arrived home. But I'm the one who doesn't feel good, if the husband is home but the wife is still outside.

"The next time you play at home, yes, Sint." I said after saying goodbye to Sinta.

"Inshaallah yes, Sarah. Anyway I'm not so busy, I'll take it for your house. Because I also miss my Kean." said Sinta. Sinta and Kean used to be very close. This is because Kean did not know that today I visited Sinta's house.

If he finds out, I'm sure Kean will whine for Sinta's house.

The taxi stopped right in front of the house, this afternoon the complex area of my house looks crowded. Not as usual, probably because it's Saturday afternoon.

Neighbors were sitting on the front porch. There are also those who are busy chatting with each other's neighbors.

I immediately got off the taxi, I turned my eyes to mbak Ana who was seen busy chatting with the Goddess in front of the house.

"Good afternoon Ana, Goddess." I said with a friendly smile.

"Good afternoon, Sarah. Where did Sarah come from?" answered the Goddess no less friendly with my smile earlier.

Unlike Ana, she was seen staring at me with a cynical and unmoved look. It was like there was hatred in his heart for me. I don't know what I had wrong with her, I just got to know her yesterday.

"From work, Wi." I replied. I deliberately hid all of my identity in front of them. Let alone those who are only neighbors to the side and front of the house. Mas Bima who has legally become a husband, does not know my current situation.

"Oh..You work as an employee at the bakery?," asked Ana with a trivial look.

I answered Ana's questions with a smile, no say yes or no. Let him assume for himself.

"Oo... mbak Sarah just work as a bakery employee anyway?, no kirain have a boutique, because the appearance mbak Sarah fashionable really." said the Goddess while glancing at me with her lips forward while talking.

"It turns out.." said Dewi did not continue his words and he closed his mouth laughing with his palm.

"If so, I go in first yes mbak Ana, Goddess." I say goodbye to both of them, I am very sure after I leave here. They will surely steal me. I know very well about people like them.

"Yes, sister Sarah. Please." answer. The goddess continued to laugh like a mock.

But then Ana did not have a word come out of her mouth. He just glanced at me. I don't care at all about Ana's attitude towards me. The important thing is I never had a problem with her.

"New home mbak Sarah?," asked Edi who was relaxed sitting on the porch of his house. This time Mr. Edi was accompanied by a woman of the same age as Ana.

"Maybe it's Edi's wife." I murmured inwardly. And this thought was remembered by the car that had stopped in front of the Mas Damar house to drive Lidya home.

Instantly this view was immediately fixed on the car owned by Mr. Edi parked in front of his house.

"Yes, sir." I replied with a friendly smile.

"Let's sir, mbak." I said after I got to the porch. They both answered with their heads.

I'm still staring at Edi's car. Yes, this car is exactly the same as the car that drove Lidya home earlier.

I opened the door and I came in. I change clothes, then prepare food for dinner later, before the three of them come.

"Assalamualaikum..," the voice of the woman uttered a greeting from outside.

I walked up to the hijab on the living room couch.

"Waalaikumsalam," I answered as I opened my door.

"Goddess?!," I asked with a little surprise, because suddenly the Goddess came here with a plate of boiled yams.

"Please enter!," I invite the Goddess to enter. It doesn't feel good if a guest isn't welcome to enter. Yes even though the guest is as annoying as the Goddess.

"Please sit down, wi." I pointed to the sofa neatly arranged in this living room.

"Thank you, sister Sarah." replied the Goddess, then she deftly sat down on the sofa that I pointed at earlier.

"This is Sarah, there's a plate of boiled sweet potatoes that are still anget. The yam is delicious, mbak. It tastes sweet on the tongue." said Dewi by thrusting a plate containing boiled sweet potatoes that are still warm.

"Thank you, wi." I said take a plate of boiled yams. As I stared at her, I saw the eyes of the Goddess coming into the house.

"Who are you looking for, Wi?," I asked without further ado. Because he didn't feel like I was staring at him.

"Oh. that's mbak. How is the house deserted? where is Bima?" he asked.

"Mas Bima is working again." I answered while putting a plate of boiled sweet potato that the Goddess gave on the table.

"O.. hopefully, Bima like ya mbak, the same sweet potato is boiled" he said again with a feeling of innocence talk like that to me.

"So later I will tell Bima mas, if this boiled sweet potato is your gift." I said annoyed. It could be like a charm spread on Bima mas. Though what he spoke to was the legitimate wife of Bima mas.

"Oh yes, Sarah. Actually I came here there are other needs besides I want to give boiled sweet potatoes to mbak Sarah and mas Bima." said Dewi meandering indirectly at the core. And again, his style is already well-known and very familiar with me as Bima.

"What is it going to do, Wi?," I asked with a flat facial expression. Because I've been very annoyed with his attitude that is like he does not have this Krama system.

"Actually I came here want.., but mbak Sarah do not be angry, with my words earlier when with mbak Ana" he said again convoluted.

"Tell me," I said.

"So then Ana said that Sarah was just a bakery waitress, but her style was exorbitant. Said mbak Ana again, kok enough salary as a bakery employee to buy brand gamis that are quite expensive. That's mbak..... If I had thought it was because Sarah had a husband. So what's wrong if mbak Sarah wants to be stylish like whatever the money mbak Sarah herself" said Dewi.

"So you come here just to say that to me, Wi?," I asked calmly. There was not the slightest emotion when Dewi told me about what Ana said.

"No, actually I'm here to want... emmm want to.. but it's not good to say mbak." said Dewi not clear.

"Tell me, wi." I kept fishing.

"Actually the Goddess wanted to borrow money from Sarah" he finally said the real purpose of coming here.

"Not much mbak. Only one million rupiah." he continued by raising his two hands showing his five-fifth finger.

A million rupiah he said only? if I think a million rupiah is a lot. Especially for people like this Goddess, it feels very heavy to borrow right. Because he's a type of sycophant.

"Sorry, wi. I also spend a lot more now. So I can't lend you." I said to the point, no pleasantries.

"If there is not one million rupiah, seven hundred and fifty thousand rupiah is also okay, mbak." he lowered the nominal loan from one million rupiah now to seven hundred and fifty thousand rupiah.

"Yes, Wi. Sorry..banget! Gajian is still a long time, so I don't hold any more money." I tried to reject it again, wondering what the Goddess would do when I got a rejection from me.

"If five hundred thousand rupiahs were to hold mbak?, I really need the money mbak. So I beg you to lend me." Dewi lowered her loan nominal again to five hundred thousand rupiah while whining.

Was he not ashamed, after insulting me. Now he was whining to want to borrow money from the person he had insulted earlier by him.

I stood up and walked towards the room, to pick up the wallet in the bag. When I turned around after taking the wallet. I looked at the beautiful Goddess' eyes again, this time looking at my room. The room that was currently opened by me when I took my wallet in the room.

"What are you looking at, wi?" I asked. To be honest, I'm not comfortable with the Goddess here. His eyes everywhere.

"Oh.no mbak. I just like the model of the house mbak Sarah. "he said reasoned by scratching his head.

"This is housing, I think all the designs of the houses here are the same. Including your house as well!!," this time I checkmate the Goddess' speech.

"Hehehe yes, yes mbak." his face looks embarrassed because it was discovered that he was lying.

"This.I can only lend you he's hundred and five thousand "I said by giving a hundred thousand and two thousand bills and one fifty thousand pieces," I said by giving three pieces of paper money with a nominal that is not the same.

"Kok only two hundred and fifty thousand anyway, mbak?, the goddess blind five hundred thousand" he said did not know himself.

"If you don't want this money I borrowed. Yes it is no problem." I replied while putting three pieces of fractional money each two hundred thousand pieces and one sheet of fifty thousand fractions into the wallet again.

"eh. uh. wait a minute. Don't rush at the input donk his money. Ok I will borrow the money." said Dewi as she raised her palm asking for the money I currently hold.

"Lumayan lah, than can not at all. It seems that Sarah does not deserve to wear brand dresses at a high price but a million rupiah to lend to her neighbors she does not have." she muttered very clearly in my ears.

Deftly the Goddess took the money she had hundred and fifty that I had thrust on her.

Assalamualaikum, "this time greetings from Bima mas. Because I'm so memorized by her sweet voice.