The Father's Choice Husband

Chapter 13

It seems to be true what people say. All the ugliness will be revealed, when it has become husband and wife. Unlike the moment of introduction, surely what is shown is only good. Although actually the sentence is not entirely appropriate for Mas Aak, because in fact he has shown his bad habits even before we were legal to become a married couple. Especially since our introduction was very short. So it's only natural that I'm surprised by one of the bad habits of Cook Aak, right?

I can't if I have to be soft on Mas Aak, waking up with a touch of affection in the style of Korean drama. To be honest, I don't know if I love my husband completely or not. My love is like being blocked by irritation for the sake of the constant irritation in my chest.

"I'm a sin if I don't let Cook like this continue, huh? Shouldn't the wife be reminded, but if the one being reminded doesn't want to, what should I do?" I was wondering to myself.

Without feeling the iqomah in the mosque was reverberating, I immediately put on my face and walked quickly to the mosque beside the house. I kept begging for mercy as I walked. Even the mosque next to the house did not make Mas Aak so more eager to pray in the mosque. Especially if you have to walk as far as my house? I doubt, is it true the contents of the CV written by Mas Aak during the introduction first? Thinking about many things makes me unable to be especially satisfied in prayer.

"Yes Allah. Not awake yet, is it?" I raised my voice as I opened the door and saw that Mas Aak was still engrossed in his dreamland.

"Mas, wake!" I shook my husband's body even stronger.

"Yes, yes!" Cook Aak finally responded, he wriggled and gnashed his eyes. He sat down, collecting his life.

"Well, that's dong, from now on! Getting up is hard!" My lips may have been stretched more than five inches. It was so sad for my husband.

"Help Mom in the kitchen there, Dek!"

"Yes, Mum." I immediately moved away, smoothed my face and put on my instant hijab. After that, I walked into the kitchen, saw what I could help.

"What are you cooking, Mom?" I asked my mother-in-law who was washing rice.

"Let's see what's in the fridge, Mel. You cook what you like. I'm sure, you won't like the cuisine of a mother without chili. Young people usually like to be sad. Or if you want to nyambel there too, it's spices there." Mom pointed at the plastic shelf containing complete spices.

"Oh yes, Mom." I got closer to the fridge, saw what ingredients were left of yesterday's show. It turns out there are still quite a lot of raw vegetables and unused spices. I took the ingredients to cook soup, tempeh, also chili. Vegetable soup tempeh fried plus sambal seems good. Suitable for treating discomfort after a few days of struggling with my wedding. I began to execute my first meal at the in-laws' house.

"Oh yeah, Mel. If you want to cook, use the pot and pan hanging there, yes! The cookware in the closet under the stove is specifically for cooking for Father and Mother. You see, we both really can't get a chilli one bit. Even though it is only used cooking and has been washed, it can still make us both have stomach pains. Maybe because of our advanced age huh, so his stomach is very sensitive." Mother again told me the rules in the kitchen, while cooking rice on the stove.

"Good, Mom." I nodded in understanding. He gave me a clear reason, so it wouldn't make me misunderstand.

"Well, thank you very much, ma'am." I returned my mother-in-law's smile. He was really kind and very gentle. His face was shady but still authoritative. It is fitting that he is a retired religious teacher. It seems like there will be no drama between in-laws and daughters-in-law like in those movies.

"Yes, equally. Aak's up yet?"

"So I woke up, Mom. But don't know, sleeping again is really waking up." To be honest, I'm still in a relationship with Mas Aak. Yes, yes, yes, yes. He is also old, he should be able to think for himself.

"He is usually very difficult to build for prayer. Sometimes play until the morning, but likes to be negligent with his obligations. Same father Mother has overcome it. We like to be surprised, the five children of Aak himself who are very difficult to manage, diarahin, but the promise is bad." Mother-in-law again dismantled the ugliness of her youngest child.

"Maybe it's a bad boy, ma'am. So it's like that." I responded accordingly, fearing also that it would offend my mother-in-law.

"Bontot is bad, but he should remember the same age. I'm old, but still not aware of the responsibility, still at will. I really hope that you can make her better. Maybe Dad's the same mom is too gentle with him, so she's just as willing. If you want to use the hard way, as long as it's for good, no problem, really. I'll keep supporting you." My mother-in-law gave me that tough task. I'm really not sure if I can change it? While it was just awakened it was difficult to ask for mercy. Means it's no different from what you're experiencing, right?

"Let me check, ma'am. Don't even sleep again when left to the kitchen." I rushed to the room, leaving behind the vegetables I had cut off just like that.

"Mass?" I opened the door, it turned out that there was no Cook there. Only a mattress that is still messy, towels on the mattress, also prayer equipment that is left alone.

"Oh my God, be patient, be patient!" I stroked the chest.

I decided to tidy up my room first, cook it later. Today I am still not going to school, so breakfast is no problem.

Not finished I packed the room, Cook Aak came. I can smell the cigarette.

"Mas, are you smoking?" Without a second thought, I pointed at Mas Aak with a cynical question.

Aak's cooking grinned, showing a row of his teeth yellowing the effects of cigarettes that look very annoying to me.