The Cottage of In-Law Tak Indah

Our House!

"This is our home, dear ...."

Gibran spoke and showed the one-story house painted brown. The house will be the new roof for Gibran and Giselle. May this house be full of blessings for them.

"Yes, Mas .. thank you very much" replied Giselle.

Gibran then took his wife by the hand, inviting her to enter the house. Really simple. There is no luxury there. What Gibran thought was important in their room was both AC attached, because they both could not stand the heat. So, enough rooms are fitted with AC.

"It's very simple, dear," Gibran said.

"It's okay, Mom. The house of a wife is her husband. Although simple, promise to fill this house with love. We can enjoy the marriage, the married life here" Giselle replied.

How fortunate Gibran was that Giselle was so understanding to him. Gibran fully knew that the house was very simple. Not comparable to the Wardhana family home in the form of a luxury mansion. However, his wife was actually able to leave the luxury of living with him. In fact, Gibran was convinced that Giselle had never shared her home life with her Mom and Dad. To Ms. Kanaya who has been considered like her own sister, Giselle also never told a story. Enough to keep everything in your heart.

"God, I will try to make it happen. Cinta, care, care, and loyalty. I remember what you said before. Ah, how grateful I am to have a wife like you" Gibran replied.

A wife who is patient, demanding, and understanding. Besides Giselle, she is now a very cnatic woman. Therefore, Gibran was very grateful to have Giselle as his wife.

"You take a shower first, honey .. I'll drop our things. Your car, we'll take it tomorrow well" Gibran later told Giselle.

"Well, I'll take a shower first" replied Giselle.

The woman took a towel and a change of clothes from her suitcase, then went into the bathroom that was only in the main room. In addition, there is still one bathroom near the kitchen. There is only a Bathtub and dipper, for the toilet is closed to sit. Nevertheless, Giselle also thanked all her husband's efforts to find and take the middle path.

When Giselle took a shower, Gibran dropped his suitcases from the car. In addition, he also closed the gate of the trellis. Then get into the house. Some suitcases were put in empty rooms first, not in private rooms. Gibran is breathing a sigh of relief now. In a house that has still to be pruned for 15 years, he hopes there is peace with his wife. Who knows, in this house also both will get offspring from God.

Gibran walked to the back and saw his house was clean. Although for the furniture must also be less, not so complete. However, later it can be equipped slowly while walking.

Just fifteen minutes, Giselle walked out of her room. She saw her husband now standing in the kitchen.

"Hey, Mas ... Why is it even here?" ask Giselle.

"Yes, there's a lot of kitchen furniture we don't have yet, honey. Want to shop together this weekend?" tanyakanya.

"Mostly, Mas," replied Giselle.

"This part of the house is empty. Sorry well, later for the furniture we buy one by one while walking well," said Gibran honestly and openly.

Giselle nodded her head slowly. "Yes, Mas .. We can fill it together really," replied Giselle. "Yes, already ... shower first, Mas. I'm waiting for ya," replied Giselle.

Gibran took turns to take a shower first. Refreshed body. However, the temples feel sore when exposed to water splashing. Maybe it was a wound from the throwing of the bell from his mother earlier. However, Gibran could only grimace slightly and endure the pain.

After taking a shower, Gibran sees Giselle cooking instant noodles and eggs in the kitchen. "Make what?" ask Gibran.

"Instant noodles and eggs. Take the one in the fridge anyway. Can to prop up the stomach first," replied Giselle.

Yeah, it's time for dinner too, but they haven't eaten yet. Therefore, Giselle took the initiative to make instant noodles and eggs only in the refrigerator.

"Onion Chickens, Soto Lamongan, until Cow Meatballs are all there, but in the form of noodles yes, dear," replied Gibran.

The couple chuckled together. Of course this is also the warmth and joke that never happened when at home in-laws. Only Giselle goes to the kitchen. At his father-in-law's house, a man cannot set foot in the kitchen. Women who can go to the kitchen to cook, wash dishes, and so on. Men will sit sweetly in front of the dining table and wait to be served.

"Yuk, eat first, Mas," Giselle told her husband.

Gibran brought the two bowls of instant noodles and eggs to the dining table and dined together. The man smiled again, trying to pick up the noodles with his chopsticks.

"It's very simple, yeah," said Gibran.

However, Giselle quickly shook her head. "No, this is special. If you want to fight together, it's better, isn't it?" ask Giselle.

"Yes, good-bye, honey. First dinner at our house" Gibran replied.

Sitting face to face, a bowl of onion chicken flavored noodles, and a cup of water were enough to fill their bellies that night. Warm chatter, and eyes that sparkle happiness. However, Giselle knew that behind her husband's smile there was still sorrow and sorrow.

After dinner, they decided to go into the room. Business arrangements, can be tomorrow. Relax and rest for a moment. Then Giselle took alcohol and plaster. She knew there was a wound on her husband's temple.

"I clean your wounds yes, Mas ...."

Gibran turned to Giselle and looked at her. "You know?" tanyanya brief.

"Yes, I know .. bloody just now. I just choose to be quiet first. Give it time to cool down," he replied.

Gibran then gave a small smile, before he finally complained of the pain when the wound was exposed to alcohol. "Duh, sick," he whined with an expression like a child falling in pain.

"Hold, Mas .. let it clean the wound and there are no germs. Well, if it's plastered. Let it heal quickly," replied Giselle who now began to stick brown plaster at the temple of her husband.

Giselle then shed her tears. "Definitely hurt huh?" he asked almost sobbing.

Gibran quickly shook his head. "No... It's okay," she replied.

Now, Giselle's cry can't be contained anymore. "If it hurts to say so, Mom," she replied.

Gibran finally let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, in an instant his face turned red, and nodded his head. "Yes, it hurts. However, it was nothing like speech for the sake of speech he said. O Allah, may I not be counted among the disobedient children. I'm trying to take the middle road. A husband also sins not if he abandons his wife?"

Giselle finally hugged Gibran, gently rubbing her husband's head, strands by strands of her hair in a gently swab with her palm. Then Giselle closed her eyes. She knows how her husband feels now.

"Mas, listen to me. I will not hinder you from going to that house. The condition is only one, if your ex is there, please do not go there. At least take care of my heart. Besides, you can go there, anytime. We pray well, may all be well. Your relationship with your mother" said Giselle.

"Yes, dear .. I hope so," replied Gibran.

"If you are sick, do not hold and hold your own, Mas. We can share pain, right?"

Ah, so lucky Gibran. His wife was very understanding to him. A woman who wants to share pain. Indeed, God gave him a very good companion. With Giselle at his side, Gibran believes his mother will slowly get guidance and also get a softer heart to be able to accept his daughter-in-law.