The Father's Choice Husband
Chapter 17
"No problem, Mel." My mother smiled, a very shady smile. Even though my in-laws are also very kind, but somehow, I still feel happier seeing my mother's smile. Being around him is a comfort in itself.
I got ready and went to teach as usual. Nothing special, just a task that feels more piled up. Fortunately, at that time I did not take an offer from Mr. Principal to become a school operator. If I agree, surely now my duties are stacked more and more.
As I planned this morning, after school I stopped by my father's house. I helped Mom pack things that were still not well organized. Items such as cooking utensils and so on that must be returned to RT, because it belongs to the citizens of one RT, all who need can borrow it. I was no exception yesterday.
I also put gifts that I had not opened in my room, so as not to fill the living room. Be me at my father's house until the afternoon.
"You don't want to go home yet, Mel?" Suddenly the Father rebuked me, my heart was slightly sliced, it turned out like this the fate of girls when they were married. At home parents are considered guests, at home in-laws become strangers.
"A little while, sir." I answered briefly, continued counting the tablespoons and collecting them as one.
"Aren't your husband's permission yet?" I sat in a chair not far from where I was standing.
"So his permission to go to school, sir. Don't tell me anymore. He didn't ask, either. There's no WA or that call." I replied casually, I still regret remembering the incident this morning.
"Yes, you know the initiative, Mel. Pamite. Gini is not good for your relationship. His name is the wife, must respect the husband, one of them by asking permission to go anywhere. Including here." You gave me advice, as always, I cannot refuse if you have given advice.
"Good, sir." I hurried to get the HP in my room, and told Mas Aak, that I was helping to clean up at my Father's house. I don't care, Mas Aak replied or not. I went back to my pending work.
After everyone had gone back inside the storage box and was ready to be returned, I intended to go home to the in-laws.
"Mom, I want to go home first, yeah!" I went to see my mom after I finished packing.
"Oh, are you going home? Come here again tomorrow, right? Kasian Singgih, he hasn't met you. Yesterday you continued. He said not to go home."
The deg!
It's sad to know that. Kasian Singgih's.
"Yes, Mom. Must be here again. Later say it's the same Singgih, tomorrow at home, don't go anywhere. Go back to school, I'll stop by again, ma'am." I sent a message to Singgih, my sister who is very close to me, even people will think that she is my son.
"Yes, Mel. You all right there?"
"Thank God then. What matters is that no matter what happens, you have to be patient. Married people do not have a smooth path. Will definitely find a lot of annoying pebbles. If there is a problem, try to solve the problem with your husband, do not be alone. Than you're stressed." My mother told me before I left.
"Yes, Mom. Actually I still lack communication with Mas Aak. So in this short time alone, we both have often argued for problems that are actually trivial, but hopefully in the future can be better." I greet my mother, also kiss the back of her hand not to talk about the disgrace of the two of us further. Kasian if Mom gets to mind.
"Yes, Mel. Little by little, you must practice understanding and understanding each other. If the occasional difference of opinion does not matter, the important thing is not to drag on. It's not good that way either."
"Good, Mom. I'll try." I took a deep breath, recalling Mas Aak's completely random behavior. Sometimes good, humorous, but sometimes super cute.
I decided to go back to my in-laws' house with school supplies for tomorrow. I'm not in a hurry like this morning. Moreover, the work of the school also piled up. I have to manage my time well.
"Assalamu'alaikum," I opened the side door of the house, the door that went straight to my room.
"Wa'alaikumsalam." I heard the answer from the room. I immediately opened the door of the room, it turned out that Mas Aak was still in the same position as when I left school earlier.
"Not anywhere, Mom?" I asked pleasantries, intending to greet my husband, but it turned out that his response was the same as it was this morning.
"No. No need to shame papa. It's busy." Mas Aak replied without looking at me at all.
"okay." I answered briefly. How do I get to heaven? He said that a wife's heaven is because of her service to her husband. But, if her husband does not want to be treated with this respect how? I don't know.
I immediately changed clothes, after that I went out of the house, saw the clothes I had washed. There was no clothesline there, as I recall in the room there was also no clothesline that had just been lifted. I rushed back to the room to make sure my memory wasn't wrong.
It turned out to be true, there were no clotheslines piled up inside the room. I was thinking positively, it's possible that Mas Aak was kind, so he had covered his clothes all together. I opened the closet again, and there was no sign of the folds of clothes I washed this morning.
This time I can't think positively anymore. Don't-don't, Mas Aak didn't tame his clothes! I immediately ran to the laundry. Once there, I could only take a heavy breath. It turns out true my guess, my laundry was intact this morning in the bucket, not moved an inch.
I immediately kissed my laundry earlier, sure enough, my laundry smelled again, because it was soaked in fragrance for too long. Without my tears dripping. Well, then, it works twice, right? My body that has been tired all day teaching, plus cleaning things at the house of the Father, want to rest at home for a while. But turns? I still have to rinse my clothes again!
"Oh my God, my God! Can't you help me do my job a little?" I muttered to myself in tears. Who is not annoyed, I work all day without stopping, while Mas Aak all day just relax at home, but just help dry clothes just do not want? What kind of person is he really?
