The Father's Choice Husband

Chapter 12

"It's not that I'm not grateful or anything, Mom. But we've become a small family. We should learn independently. Yes, okay, while we're on the date with Mom, but still, I have to cook for us too. That fits my tongue, doesn't it papa right?" I'm trying to negotiate, we're still completely new. Learning to separate yourself takes time.

"Judah, that's not papa." Cook finally gave up.

"OK, Mum. At least I'm more comfortable with that." I smiled, everything needed to be communicated.

"Tomorrow I'll take money with Mom, if you want to buy vegetables or side dishes." Cook Aak back to make my eyes glare.

"Kok ask Mom anyway, Mas?" I raised my tone.

"Yes, ask Mom. Kan I have not been able to give you money shopping and so forth, especially for every day. My pocket money every day is still asked for the same Mother. Plus tomorrow you want to shop by yourself, yes already, I just ask for additional money with Mother." Cook answered casually, without feeling the slightest guilt.

"You work, Mom? It should have saved me, right you? So you're in charge of all our household needs?"

"Daddy, you should know. I don't work every day, I don't have money every day. Let alone to meet the needs of both of us, to buy cigarettes just as much as my own gasoline is still lacking. So, rather than we do not eat, yes minglingan go with the Parents only. If you want to cook your own maksa, it means I ask for an additional allowance for the same mother. You still get rations from your father, so don't worry. I wouldn't mind." Cook smiled, trying to convince me. But still, I don't think this is the right thing.

"But, Mas?"

"Udah, don't think about it. Everything will remain safely under control. You just calm down. You know for yourself, if the husband has not been able to meet the needs of his wife, then the mother of the husband is responsible for the fulfillment of your needs. So you don't have to worry. My own mother told me the same, really. I'm ready to take on all the necessities of our lives, as long as we're still living in this house." Aak's cooking is still being swept away without any guilt.

"Yes that's it." I can only obey, especially Mas Aak has brought Mother. That means it has been discussed by both of them before.

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At night, I was really pounding. Feelings of fear, shame and so forth mixed into one. I deliberately prepared to go to bed early, not caring about the throttling of my brother-in-law. Who knows can make me free from the interference of Cook Aak. But it turned out to be a failure, I still could not sleep, my feelings were alarmed. Especially when I heard the sound of footsteps approaching the room, my heart felt like it was going to fall.

I immediately tilted my body, raking against the wall. I closed my eyes deeply, hoping to go to sleep soon, or at least Mas Aak thought I was asleep.

"Dad?" Aak called out to me, when he entered the room and locked it. I'm really confused what to behave like?

"Are you asleep?" Cook walking closer. I could hear her footsteps, even without her footwear. I chose to remain silent, hoping that Mas Aak chose to leave.

"You must be a soy sauce, yeah." Cook aak sitting next to the bed. Unexpectedly, it turned out that he chose to lie behind me. My blood flow is heating up. The first sensation I felt was truly amazing.

Early in the morning, before dawn I was awake. I tried to stick my ears tight, listening to whether there was activity outside the room or not. It was still quiet, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mas! Mas! Wake up!" I shook the body of Cook Aak who was still engrossed in snoring.

"Hm." Cook Aak wriggling.

"Wake, Mom! Shower, not yet dawn!"

"Hmm, you go there first! I'll be up in five minutes." Aak still closed his eyes, still reluctant to open his eyes.

"Jude, please." I left Mas Aak who was still not willing to lose his dream. I took a shower that early in the morning. Although it feels cold, but still I hold. How else would you like? Already risky. Want to use warm water, love the same gas.

I let the sound of water splashing on my body, also quickly completed my ritual, lest I be caught showering shampoo early in the morning. You can be so ashamed! It's normal, I have a husband. But still, it feels shameful. I know that last night was looking for a big reward.

Upon my return from the bathroom, Mas Aak was still in the same position. It was as if he was not moving at all.

"Mas! He said five minutes? It's been over five minutes! Reverse, awake!" I reawakened Mas Aak. This time I touched the skin of his hand.

Instead of waking up, Mas Aak actually pulled the blanket, covering his body that felt cold because I touched earlier.

"Oh my goodness, my. Why is it so hard to build, anyway?" I chose to leave Mas Aak. It really sucks. Even though at home, Singgih, my sister who is still not in elementary school has been accustomed to waking up before dawn, participating in prayer in the mosque. But here? My husband, who is over 30 years old, is very difficult to wake up. It turns out that not always a good and obedient parent, lowering his obedience and order to worship his son.

I decided to dry my hair with a towel, giving Mas Aak a bit of time. Until finally the dawn of Adhan. I tried to wake Mas Aak.

"Mas, wake! Adzan. A shower! I will not be able to pray in the mosque!" I'm back to wiggling the body of Cook Aak.

"The bathroom is in line. I'll take a shower later. You go to the mosque yourself, yes! I'll pray at home." Mas Aak replied, but his eyes still did not open at all.

Mas Aak did not yell at me, but still the answer made my chest feel tight, when at home, my family if late to join the morning prayers of worshipers in the mosque alone felt very sorry. But why, Mas Aak my husband and imam, it just can not be a good example for me? Why did he break his relationship with his God? So, how will life go well like this? I'm so a little sorry, last night serving Mas Aak. If you know he is difficult to wake up like this, it is better not to serve his wishes alone!