Talak After Shah
Storm with Mother-in-law
Finally, the celebration and wedding came. My neighbors and extended family all came, as well as my husband's family in Merasi.
On average they were shocked by the birth of my third child, even more so when they saw the moment where I gave breast milk to my two sons simultaneously.
"hey, ojo, iki we i adine" (hi don't, this has his sister) Bulik Pariyah said when she saw my second child also ****** to me
I smiled at his ban.
"De e wes gedi, mesakne adine Ndah nek de e melu ****", (he's grown up Ndah, pity his sister if he participates in drinking breast milk)
"My ass is a lot of bik, so the sister also took part in asi. It will be redundant if it is wasted" I replied.
It is true, I was awarded an abundant breast milk. In the past when Naura was a child I even intended to donate my asi to a toddler who could not breastfeed from his mother.
"Koyo twins wae" he added
Bulik and Bukde I laughed and agreed to see the behavior of my two sons.
"This will be a story when they grow up later Ndah, later we will tell them how they used to be****** together" said my aunt, my mother's sister.
I smile.
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In the afternoon at about four o'clock, my friends taught me at two schools began to arrive.
They were so excited to see my third child. Moreover, Ani's mother who came directly to hold Adam.
"Doain ya mbak, I'll follow soon" he said
"Insha Alloh buk, surely, surely the mother will also follow" I said
"Aamiinn" he answered
"It's true Mr. Herman what we say, mbak Indah thrown ****** just bunting him" last night Pak Agus who was greeted by another laugh.
I also laughed when I heard her jokes.
"For the recipe Mas Andi" teased Mr. Herman to my husband who was greeted with laughter by him.
Finished by eating a snack, the group of my friends then ate the afternoon.
"Don't eat goat meat, Mr. Boss, later koleps" again Mr. Agus made a joke on Mr. Joko our principal.
Others chuckled at hearing it.
"No manners" said Murni
Mr. Agus throttled towards Bu Murni.
Because our two schools are one foundation, so automatically my two bosses know each other. Mr. Joko and Mr. Suparno chatted while eating and the other teachers also greeted each other.
"Tambo ciek lai mbak Indah" joked Pak Agus again when he said goodbye home.
"Oh no" I answered while chuckling.
"If the legs of the three table are not a draw mbak, four are fitting" replied Mr. Suparno
"Enough sir" I replied
Others laughed at my answer.
"Enough, enough, later know-know mladung againii" again Pak Agus teased me
I scratched my head that was not itching in the face of his absurd remarks.
After that, they all went home after giving my two sons a congratulatory prayer.
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In the evening, ba'da maghrib, our neighbors' fathers began to arrive. Because the Thanksgiving was held at night. My husband's office friends were seen coming, too, that I know when they came my husband immediately stood up and welcomed them and invited them into the house first before joining the other invited guests who were already in the tent.
I saw no less than twenty of them. The front room of our house was full of them.
Because the event has not started, so they talk lightly while enjoying a variety of cakes and warm tea that was served by mbak Dian.
Soon the show was about to begin, my husband's office mates and my husband sat down to join the others in the tent.
The albarzanzi event began after a welcome from the family represented by Wak Yurhan, my father's best friend whom we have considered family.
As the albarzanzi chant was taking place, my entourage of in-laws came. Some of the guests turned to their entourage. My father-in-law along with Rudi mas and Indra mas immediately joined the guests in the tent, while my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law entered the house.
When they entered, I was sitting in the front room with my extended family and the mothers of my neighbors.
While Adam was carried by brother Angga in the tent, to be invited around when the albarzanzi process was read. And Mikail and Naura were playing with my nieces in the front room.
Ma'am Ningsih hugged me. I returned her warm embrace. I kissed the backs of my two-in-law and my in-laws. In turn they also greet all the mothers who are there.
"Sorry ma'am besan, we just came" my mother-in-law told my mother
"It's okay, ma'am besan must be busy, so it just came" replied my mother
"In fact, our palm is packaged, so the harvest continues every day" he continued
Brother Yana glanced at me as soon as she heard my mother-in-law's answer. I who was sitting right next to her directly poked her thighs silently.
We both smiled at the dikulum.
Flags that have been fitted with money so the grab of the fathers and children. We deliberately made three coconuts that were fitted with flags and tucked in money to be carried around as the albarzanzi was read. Indeed, it has become a tradition in Merasi, if there is a wedding and marhabanan there must be a flag containing money.
And my husband has prepared ten thousand bills for each flag. Three coconuts, numbering one hundred and fifty flags.
Two coconuts were for the outside fathers, and one was brought into the house for my mothers and nieces. Mikail and Naura and my brothers' sons fought over the flag.
Dimas and Raffa each got one flag.
Finished the event all the guests invited to dinner and after that they began to say goodbye after each of them brought the blessing rice that we had prepared.
"We do not nginep ya Ndi" said my father-in-law when we have all relaxed.
"Father, sir, you just come and we thank you" replied my husband.
Mbak Ningsih who had been holding Adam like heedless of the chat between the two of them. My mother's father and my brothers have also returned to our parents' home. They're staying there.
"Your wife is mbok you tell KB Ndi, let's not mbayen continue" said my mother-in-law.
I glanced at him.
"Every year kok mbayen" sungutu.
"I don't know if I'm pregnant either" I replied
"Halahhh, bunting kok do not know, alesan you" he replied again
"We are still one Te, aunty already three" said Mbak Laras
"Eat him mbak, do not delay, mumpung still young" I replied
"You don't think, little boy kok yo mbayen continues. Naura is still a child already has two sisters, see that Dimas is already third grade SD but mbak you have not yet added, Raffa is also TK, TK already, but your mother is also not minded to add another child, it is you, the child has not four years sing mbarep, already mbayen aja"
"The name is also buk sustenance" replied my husband
"That's not Ndi's sustenance, but it's intentional. Your wife is intentionally willing to spend your money"
"Aren't you buk?" my answer is not happy
"You think, my son is your gift, who you ask to make money and then you run out of money? you think my son is your son whom you asked to pay for your life. I know that being born in a city is expensive. Bankrupt my child if every year you give birth" said my mother-in-law fierce.
"Oh, asked Naura's father, how much money did she spend on me three times giving birth?, how much up to millions of money she spent. All my licensing fees were paid by the company where Naura's father worked buk, even my sanitary napkin from the clinic only the company that costs, Naura's father's dime does not come out of charge" I replied began to emotion.
"It's a pret" my in-laws answered
"What do I want" I replied scowling
"Already, why are you even making a fuss" my father-in-law.
"Your son-in-law sir, is impudent to him" replied my mother-in-law with a sour face.
"The bus is luring me" I replied
"Ndi, that's how your wife is to us, great yes" said mbak Laras
I looked at him, and smiled.
"Pity you Ndi, every morning have to wash your wife's clothes" my mother-in-law returned to put a face of compassion towards my husband
"There was Dian helping us in the buk house, so I didn't bother to wash and clean the house" my husband replied
"Ohh, that's great. So your wife is really a big mistress at home. It's just a foot-barge, chilling. It's so good that your life is good" my mother-in-law looked cynically at me.
"As for mother" I replied
"You're poison to my son, you're a parasite. Your life is good since the marriage of my son, you're morotin my son, you don't know it's lucky ya" with the emotions of my mother-in-law nailed me.
My chest rumbled to hear his words. My eyes are staring at him. It felt like I was craving to squeeze that presumptuous mouth.
Many times I stroked my chest while being privileged. Mbak Ningsih immediately brought Adam to the room because he felt that the atmosphere was not conducive anymore
"What's so busy?" sergeant my husband
"Defend your wife" he snapped
"Women how can it be just mbayen" he said
"If I repeatedly mbayen, is there not me ngerepotin ibuk? not once did my mother wait for me? is there no mother just once nyuciin my son's diaper? didn't you? so don't be a pussy is buk, the mother just talk, mother never think how I feel yes, I continue to be wrong" answer me while passing from them and immediately enter following mbak Ningsih.
"Bad you" cried my mother-in-law.
I didn't care, I kept going into the room, and there I shed my frustration in tears.
Ma'am Ningsih stroked my shoulder when she saw me cry
"I'm wrong mbak, I know I was wrong against mother, but mother is also outrageous mbak" I said on the sidelines of my crying.
"You who are patient, rich do not know mother only" replied mbak Ningsih.
There was a cry from my mother-in-law calling Mbak Ningsih to be invited home. Ma'am Ningsih immediately got up and hugged me and kissed my son's third cheek, then he came out of the room.
Naura and Mikail come out with the book. Naura hugged Dimas and Raffa as they were about to say goodbye. Simultaneously my two sons kissed the back of his hand and his uncle's book as they bade.
After the car pulled away, my husband immediately locked the door and brought our two children to the front room to sleep there.
