SUFFERING WITH IN-LAWS

SUFFERING WITH IN-LAWS
Enter the World of Literacy



"Sir, tonight we sleep together huh?", Mayang invited full of excitement.


"Udah can't wait, Mayang wants to reminisce about the times we always sleep together" said Mayang.


"Yes, you rest first. This abis mbk followed, mbak want to settle this first", said me while pointing at the table that there is a drinking glass and a plate of boiled cassava contents.


"Okay, ma'am". replied Mayang.


Mayang passed to the room, and I was still cleaning the table.


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It was morning, the three of us cooked together. It feels happy when gathered together 2 people that we love and love us.


"Sarah, you've been here a few days. How come Damar never came to visit you, son?", asked the mother to make a heart that had forgotten the suffering of the home-in-law to appear again.


"You and Damar are fine, right?" asked the mother again.


"Emang mbak Sarah there is a problem with mas Damar, mbak?", asked Mayang as well.


"Mom, Damar's busy. So you can't come here yet" I replied lying.


"But you're always having some news, aren't you, son? How come you guys never call each other?. I asked that Gini would not interfere in your affairs. But I'm just afraid you've got a problem, and you're covering it up from me" she said carefully, perhaps fearing that her talk would offend me.


"mother, I'm calm. Sarah is just as good as Damar. We never call, because the signal here is bad. But we send each other messages every day" I said again.


It's true what Mom said, ever since I went to mom's house. Mas Damar never calls or sends messages just to ask about my news and my content.


Maybe Damar's happy that I'm not next to him.


Drrrttttt drrrttttt


Suddenly my phone sounded. I saw a message from Mas Damar.


"Who is Sarah from?", asked the mother.


"This, Ma. From mas Damar ", I answered with pleasure because finally mas Damar contacted me.


"Finally you called me mas", I murmured inwardly.


"Sarah, when are you coming home? ! The house is a mess, like a ship broke!! you sneak home !!!'


Turns out Mas Damar sent me home just to clean up his house. Not because I miss you. "Your men" I said in my heart.


"yes, Sarah's coming home", I'll reply.


"What's up, mbak? why is it suddenly sad?", asked Mayang.


"there's nothing May, but Damar wants me to go home quickly. He said he misses mbak", I answered lying again.


the longer I lie, the more I have to cover up the previous lies. And this is what makes my heart hurt. Should lie still.


"Go home, kasian mas Damar. This is a husband who asks not to be rejected", replied Mayang.


"But I still miss you" I replied.


"Bak remember Kodrat the wife was nurut same husband, later if mas Damar cheating how, hayoo?", ledek Mayang.


"Yes, I'm sorry, Mayang. Mayang was afraid that it would happen to Sarah" said Mayang.


Actually what Mayang said was like there was a point, if now mas Damar cheated behind my back. But there was still evidence that he was cheating, so I didn't dare to accuse him.


"If Damar tells you to go home, son",


"Yes, Mom. Maybe Sarah's coming home" I replied.


After cooking together then, we turn to the dining table for breakfast together. We take off each other's kangens and chat.


"Sarah, Mayang y'all rest, yes, I want to go to the stall first. Some of the food is gone" said the mother.


"Yes, ma'am", we answered simultaneously.


Mom also walked out of the house. Mayang and I cleaned our leftover table.


"Mbak, mbak sure okay with mas Damar?, Mayang can not be lied to loh mbk. Moreover, Mayang understands very well with mbak Sarah. Ma'am told me the same Mayang, Mayang's sister mbak not someone else. Don't carry your own burden mbak", Mayang persuaded me.


With a heavy heart I told all about the treatment of his family mas Damar. Starting from cooking, washing, washing clothes even up to spending a hundred thousand and one month did not escape I told Mayang. Because honestly, bearing my own burden I can't afford.


"What is Sarah's next plan?", asked Mayang.


"I just want to have my own income May, but how can I work with a big pregnancy like this?", I replied sadly.


"Sarah's mother was in high school in the world of literacy, why not try writing? Mayang used to see the results of Mayang's writing in the room. Good indeed, and still Mayang save Until now", said Mayang.


"World literacy?? how is it? isn't that added may? do we have to go to a publisher to publish our writing to be a novel? and it must cost a lot", I replied according to my knowledge.


"Sir, today is sophisticated. If you want to make a novel Uda does not drag it. Now there's an online novel by Sarah. We simply download the novel application on our mobile phones" explained Mayang.


"Oh yeah May? how-how? because writing is Sarah's hobby ", I asked.


Indeed from Junior High I like to write stories. If I have time, I often write in my room. So many of my writing. But forget where now, because I've lived long enough in Mas Damar's house.


"This is mbk, try mbak Sarah download the NOVELTOON application, because this application is very cool mbak. If there is free time to read the novel here, so no need to buy a novel. After the download is complete. Mayang teach me how to be a writer in this NOVELTOON application" said Mayang


"Okay May, Sarah download first. The results of Sarah's writing were you still saving may?",


"Yes mbak, still Mayang keep it neatly. for a moment yes Mayang take it first".


Mayang went to the room, I tried to understand about the application of NOVELTOON online novel.


"This, madam. Those were the writings of Sarah first. And the story is good, said Mayang thrust a pile of striped folio paper that has been a little dull.


"Here I take home, May?", I asked.


"yes ma'am, take it. it will have mbak Sarah" said Mayang.


And Mayang also painstakingly explained how to write in this NOVELTOON online novel. I take it seriously. Because my world is in this world of literature. Just because I married Damar my talent cannot be explored.


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