SUFFERING WITH IN-LAWS

Goddess Oh Goddess

"Goddess!!, are you sure you don't want this?" I shouted. Suddenly an idea popped up in my brain to tease the Goddess. Because by knowing the Goddess for only a few weeks, I was able to read her habits.

The goddess and mother Ana simultaneously looked back, which was towards me.

They both saw me lifting a paper bag containing cookies from my cake shop.

"Hmmm.. mbak Sarah I..," the Goddess did not continue her words, she looked towards mbak Ana who was staring at her.

"No!!! I don't want to!!, I know it must be the leftover cake yesterday!!! Perhaps rather than being thrown away it is better to be loved to his employees!!," replied the Goddess in a loud voice.

I laughed more and more inwardly, looking at the expression of the Goddess. I know he really wants it. But he seems to be afraid of Ana.

"Yes if you don't want to. I'll just take it in."

"Let's go in, baby!" take me to Kean while holding his hand.

We both walked into the house together.

"You take a bath, son!," I said to Kean.

"Okay, amma." Kean walked into the bathroom.

...****************...

After all the homework is done, cook for dinner is also ready. Kean and I had a shower and it was nice.

We both sat on the sofa in front of the television. Kean is engrossed in his favorite cartoons, while I type my online novel on a laptop.

We both sat on the same sofa while waiting for Bima to come home.

"Kean, no PR?" I asked by continuing to type and eyes are still focused on the laptop screen.

"She, amma. But Uda's done, because Kean made his Pr at school. Before amma picks me up." Kean replied, by doing the same with me. His eyes continued to focus on the television screen.

poke!!

poke!!

poke!!

The sound of the door being knocked, I think that if Mas Damar comes he will not knock on the door. Because he brought a duplicate door lock.

"Who are you, son?" I asked Kean.

"Kean doesn't know, amma." Kean replied.

"Let Kean open, amma." continued Kean while standing and walking towards the entrance of the house.

I nodded my head, agreeing with Kean's idea.

"Assalamualaikum, mbak Sarah." apparently the one who knocked on the door was the Goddess.

The goddess looked alarmed, because when she wanted to enter the house, many times she looked towards the right side, left and back.

Honestly, I want to laugh more and more at the Goddess's behavior. And why is he so afraid of Ana, that he does not dare to say his own wishes.

"Waalaikumsalam" I replied.

"Goddess?!," I said while pretending to be surprised.

"What's up, Wi?" I asked. Because I already know what it means to come here.

"Sarah's mother, forgive the behavior and speech of the Goddess earlier yes mbk?," said Dewi while holding my hand.

"What is Wi?, Why?" I asked very calmly.

"I'm talking like that because I'm scared of Ana, ma'am. Actually the Goddess wanted bread that Sarah brought earlier." honestly the Goddess said that she really wanted the bread.

"Is there still bread, then?" asked the Goddess with a face.

"Indeed why are you afraid of Ana?, is she your brother?" I asked.

Because Ana's mother like her is very influential in the life of the Goddess. So that the Goddess can not dwell when there mbak Ana.

"Mmmmm that's mbak.mbak Ana..mbak Ana is not my brother kok." replied Dewi nervously.

I smiled at the chameleon-like manner of the Goddess.

"Sarah's sister..!," call the Goddess.

"Hmmmmm..," I replied.

"Where? the cake is still there, right?" asked the Goddess like shameless. It was rejected, now asked.

"Still," I answered briefly as I continued typing my online novel on the laptop that was on my lap.

"The goddess can still ask, can't she?." she begged me.

I stood up from my seat, to pick up a box of cookies that I put on the dinner table.

I watched for a long time also see the face of the Goddess who was pinched. That's enough I think I'm working on him.

"This.." I handed you a paper bag containing a box of cookies.

"Thank you Sarah...." The goddess immediately picked up the paper bag quickly. For a few seconds, the bag made of paper changed hands. From my hands is now in the hands of the Goddess.

I immediately sat down and took my laptop which I had placed on the table. I continued typing my online novel.

"Sarah's sister what the hell? it seems to be busy like an office. Though Sarah's only a bakery waiter?" asked Dewi.

Indeed yes, if the nature can not be changed, for example this is a Goddess. His mouth was very soft, his words were very painful.

"What happened to the bakery waiter?" I asked with a sharp look.

"Oohh. ya's okay mbak Sarah. hehehe.." he replied while grinning the horse. Like not realizing that it hurt so much. Comparing and degrading the work of others.

"This is what magrib wants, are you not looking for your husband?!," I asked. This time I didn't have much respect for him.

Honestly, from I know his two-faced nature, when we meet shopping at the vegetable shop in front of his house. I don't like her, I don't respect the Goddess.

But actually I was just trying to tease him, just want to play him.

Eh basically have no shame, Dewi came to ask for the cake again after behaving badly to me earlier.

"My husband isn't home yet, Sarah. He's still home the next day" he replied.

I didn't wonder about her husband's work, because I was lazy with him.

"Mas Bima hasn't come home yet, huh, mbak?," she asked as her eyes went around looking at every corner of my house room.

"It's rude!!," I murmured inwardly.

"Yet!" I answered briefly.

"Mas Bima is a good person huh, mbak? Ganteng anyway." praise the Goddess in Bima mas.

"What a dream husband." she continued.

"You know what? who are you muji?. You praise men's husbands again, and that's the law of sin!. You should praise and boast of your own husband!,"

Now my words are firm, his taste is not good in constantly befriending people like him. You can create emotions every day.

"Well, what?!" I asked.

"Sarah's sister's jealous, huh?,"

I believe this Goddess is a human who has no brain. It could be during the division of the brain, he did not come. So yes this is how it is.

"Now I want the Maghrib, and I cannot accept guests in Maghrib time. Now you can go home." honestly, only this time I faced a person like a Goddess. I said while pointing at the exit.

"Sarah's sister, why did she throw me out?" she asked with a plain face like she had no sin.

"Because it's Maghrib's time, and Maghrib's time deserves to be visited" said I jutek.

"The sound of Bima's car mas." chirped Dewi when he heard Bima's car enter the garage.

"Mas Bima came mbak!," said Dewi told me.

"You know!!!," I answered while staring at the laptop screen.

Actually my brain can't concentrate when the Goddess comes. I'm staring at a laptop screen right now not to type a novel online. But only to turn my eyes to this shameless Goddess.

My laptop closed and I immediately put it under the couch cushion. Because you want to put it in the closet it feels like it's not too timed.

"Assalamualaikum..," said Bima's greetings when opening the door.

"Waalaikumsalam." I replied smiling as I stood up to approach her.

I took his briefcase, and I kissed the back of his hand.

"Mas Bima wants to take a bath first?" I asked.

"Mas Bima..," said the Goddess, really this Goddess is indeed a person who has no manners.

Though he knew that I was still talking to mas Bima, instead he cut it.

"Eh turns out there are guests?" asked Bima with a friendly smile.

"You continue to talk to you, let the mas bath first." said mas Bima with his hands took again his briefcase that I had held.

Then Bima walked into the room, and smiled to greet the Goddess who was sitting on the living room sofa.

And I sat back where I was, and this time I sat with my back and folded my hands. And I kept staring intently at the Goddess.

"Mas Bima is romantic huh, mbak?," asked Dewi while stealing a glance at my room. All he knew was that Bima went in there.

"Have you ever heard the story, a legitimate wife kills an odd woman on her husband?" I deliberately bullied her.

"Oo..mbak Sarah, if so the Goddess pampit go home first yes..," the face of the Goddess looks once if she is afraid.

Honestly in this heart, I would love to laugh to see the face of the Goddess flushed with fear.

He immediately stood up and ran towards the door that was still open.

"Sarah's sister, thank you for the cake" said Dewi while her legs run a little.

My door closed immediately when the Goddess was already outside the house.

"Basic!!! don't know yourself?!," I grumbled.

I walked to the room, to prepare a change of clothes for Bima mas.

When Bima was still not finished bathing, I quickly took the laptop that I put under the sofa pillow earlier for me to move into the closet.

cekleeek

The sound of the doorknob being pressed was heard, and the bathroom door was opened.

"This is his shirt, mas." I thrust the clothes and pants that will be worn by Bima mas.

"Thank you, Sarah."

"Together,".

Now the three of us have dinner together, the Princess did not come home with Bima. Because he still wants to stay at his grandmother's house.

...****************...

This morning I'm cooking, the ingredients in the fridge are all gone. There are no vegetables either.

Actually lazy to shop at the vegetable maker who used to hang out in front of the house of Dewi. Because I'm sure the toxic neighbors will be gathered there.

But I have to how else, inevitably I have to shop there. Because it's a very emergency. Let's go before I go to the cake shop, I stop by the mother market. I shopped for a week, so that I would never see my neighbors again. Like Goddess and mbak Ana.

I went out and stood on the porch of the house, and rightly my guess. In front of Dewi's house, the vegetable maker has gone there.

And the ghibah mothers' association has already begun. It looks very clear from the terrace of my house, there is Dewi, there is mbak Ana and mbak Sri next door to her house Dewi.

But I don't see Edi's wife, where is she? And were there any more guests last night like the nights before?

Ah.. I don't know, because last night I was asleep after the Isya prayer.

I walked deliberately not to say hi to them, walking in a step that was not heard by their ears that were busy vibrating.

"He mbak Sri, mbak Ana do not know?!, our neighbor whose name is mbak Sarah, ih. style is really pretentious."

"What's so bad, wi?," asked mbak Sri.

While mbak Ana just remained silent while glaring.

"Yes that mbak Sri, his style is rich snobs. In his house it loh, hmmm. I was an office officer. Yeah, but it's just the bakery waiter." The goddess spoke until her lips were puffed up with saliva coming out. Honest belly instantly nauseous seeing Goddess speak.

"Yes maybe he's watching YouTube again, now it's a sophisticated era" replied mbak Sri.

The thought of Mbak Sri is more advanced than Dewi. Though if seen from the age of the Goddess is easier than mbak Sri. But if the brain problems like his mbak Sri are smarter.

I'm more convinced that the Goddess used to be behind, during brain division.

"Trus why are you going there? to the house of the pretentious person?!," this time Ana opened her voice as well.

"Mmmm. I'm not there, but. e..." The goddess stuttered to answer Ana's question.

"If you're not there, you know where he's from when he's a laptop toy at home?,"

Oh well!!! kena skak mat Dewi by mbak Sri. It turns out that Sri was speaking using logic, and did not immediately believe in the words of others.

Basic ghibah man, so fun to be tempting until they do not know that I am behind him.

"Yes it's because I saw it!," said the Goddess with somewhat emotion.

"Emang you to his house?," asked Ana again this time her hand while choosing the vegetables in front of her.

"Mmmmm.iya anyway. Yesterday afternoon I went to his house." replied the Goddess while scratching her nape which I felt was not itchy.

"Why are you going there, wi?," asked mbak Sri who was also choosing chicken.

"Gini loh his story, when that day he asked sweet potato boiled to me. Yes, I'll take her home. She kept telling me that she worked as a bakery waitress. Yeah I'm not feeling well, I finally tried nitip to him to buy. And yesterday he brought the cake, and in the afternoon I took it to his house." said Dewi.

Hmmm. It is smart to turn the facts around.