The Father's Choice
Neighbor Julid
"What can we do on our honeymoon? if we continue to honeymoon here then who does the work of Abang in the village?" manya curious.
"Strive Sister! there are fathers and some workers who already have their own part in taking care of the work, Brother wants to rest first want to enjoy a tired life also has twenty-two years of working continuously," answer bang Parlin.
"Partially we sell cows only once a year Dik it is also the Eid al-Adha festival, while the pond is six months, the harvest distance is already there that ngurus," continued Bang Parlin.
"Then if the garden distance who bang managed?" my many.
"My father and cousins they managed it and we can receive the crops twice a year" my husband replied.
"How to share the results how to Bang if cattle?" I began to want to know everything.
"Look Dik cow development there are 2 ways that one for beef cattle and the other to develop, one way to develop, if for the broil they keep cows herding around the garden distance and if it is fat sold the profit in for two with who keep it, then, during this time one cow usually profits ten million divided by two with the one who keeps it so we can five million while for the one year developed the cow breeds once so each of us gives birth to 2 children just like who nurtured it, for twenty-two years Abang worked everything himself now Brother is tired of wanting to enjoy life while ngawinin cow kept his people ndak mating," said my husband while grinning.
I began to calculate the yield of the harvest of cows every Eid al-Adha, imagine five million times two hundred cows alone how much money is divided into two equal custodians if calculated a month the husband can money fifteen million from the fattening of cows alone not from the nursery or breeding me rowdy kok so dizzy calculating how much money in get for a year oh my husband you ndeso but your rezekiyu kuto.
I wanted to ask a few more questions to bang Parlin again other questions but stopped because there was a sound of a door that was knocked there was a guest coming.
I opened the door and it turned out that Zubair was my curse friend.
"Assalamualaikum Nia" he said.
"Waallaikum salam, let's enter Zubair tumben you stopped by here?" my spoken.
"Can't I play here? stingy is Nia! you're married, so I can't play?" Zubair.
"What need are you looking for me for?" I asked Zubair.
"It's me to take the invitation, I'm not like you married no friend" replied Zubair as he handed me the invitation.
"Wah finally did the behavior of this village's weathered bujang, too" I said with a cry.
"Yes, practice is when people as good as Anjasmara do not do it! do not forget to come all we meet kangen with other friends, invite your husband, too" said Zubair.
Meeting kangen? I can make sure my husband will be a joke by my friends, and I will not escape from their bulian because of the appearance of my husband who is strange bin katrok.
***The word of my household community is somewhat strange because what and wherever we are always both, ranging from shopping, nyapu, done well home, cooking, washing, bathing we do together.
And what surprised my neighbors even more was my husband who was unemployed and his job was just gardening behind the house while raising two-tailed roosters and two-tailed females but we could always shop and buy whatever our needs are.
"Cock at home and do not work?" asked one of my neighbors one morning to see my husband drying his chicken and I swept the porch.
The neighbor pursed his lips, he underestimated my husband's work, perhaps my neighbor's assumption of the time he kept four chickens working.
The neighbor looked at me who was also staring at him.
"Bak Sinta, is her husband unemployed? how come I see it almost every time I'm at home?" ask my neighbor kepo.
"Sorry Mbk Sinta not I kepo but I'm curious," he continued.
Did he say it wasn't kepo but curious? then what's the difference, I'm confused to answer whether I finally answered the original.
"There's no work anymore" I replied.
"Pity Mbk Sinta, later I try to ask the same husband yes Mbk goods when there is a vacancy for the porters of the building, quite Mbk salary can be made to stay alive," said my neighbor.
"Yes ma'am thank you," I said as I glanced at Bang Parlin who had been silent since.
"Yes Mbk the same, do not hesitate Mbk if you need help I am ready to help as long as you do not ask for help every day, oh yes Mbk I apologize first want to shop," said my neighbor as passed.
I also smiled at his words.I asked him for help if I need something but can not talk every day if not the intention to help.
Not only one two people who felt pity and judged my household to be very heartbreaking, it was already a husband of strange appearance, already, face like a porters pelvis plus long hair like men from the 80s unemployment again.
"All of us can't continue like this pretending to be poor, once we tell our neighbors the truth so that we don't become pity materials for others" I said one day.
"Abang never pura Dik! it is our neighbors who consider us poor and unemployed" my husband replied casually.
"How about we go every morning Bang to think we're working" I suggested.
"La is just the name of the temple Dik," said my husband.
Ah it's hard talking to my husband, he doesn't care what other people think as long as it doesn't offend or demean me. There was once one of the neighbors who insinuated him but he did not care and was responded to with a smile.
"So the man is not the responsibility of his work is only to take care of the chicken, what is full is given a living with the proceeds of keeping four chickens," said my neighbor at that time.
I wanted to shut the neighbor's mouth by telling him the truth but my husband always forbade me.
I want to feel like I show off everything I have ranging from farms, cows, long-distance fields, to this contract but always bang Parlin forbid me, he said, he said let them want to consider us as what is important to us, unlike those who like to take care of other people's affairs and insult as they like when they do not know what is really.
