The Father's Choice Husband

Chapter 25

"Mas, I think it's been on the chili harvest. The rice field you have harvested too? How come there's no sign of ration money with the rice farmers?" I ventured to ask you something that might actually be quite sensitive. But that's fine, after all Mas Aak is my husband, so I deserve to know about the actual financial condition right?

"Oh, that's a long time she's loved, Dek. Did I give you the money, too?" Cook answered casually.

"Huh? When am I given the money? I guess you never gave me a lot of money, Mom? If the harvest is at least how many millions?" I remember, I don't seem to remember wrong.

"Yes there's not a million, Dek. You see, the harvest happens to plummet prices, and many trus also suddenly rotten because of the rain for days."

"Kok Mas didn't say the same to me anyway? I guess all the money you gave me was the result of the workshop. You should have said it was money, so I didn't expect it. Though the plan if I get the money to harvest, I want to use it to the obstetrician, I want to check there, see the condition of the fetus inside, Mas." My feelings were mixed, the hope that I had been harboring, suddenly vanished without success.

"Yes, you didn't ask me, I'm the important one to give you money. And it's up to you who want to manage it. Want you frugal or you wasteful too is up to it. The important thing is that money, you can't snack on my allotment money."

The deg!

Cook Aak's answer really hurt me. Why does he seem to accuse me of not being able to manage finances? But the household needs are not small. The money given by Mas Aak is also not real enough, if not helped by the honor from my school. Especially if again the season of married people, a lot of donations, really make a dizzy head.

I took a deep breath, "Patience, patience!" my inner.

"That means the rice field is no longer cultivated, Mas?" I'm trying to stay calm.

"No. He said that if you have harvested, you want to work on your own rice field. Jadia is now so abandoned."

"Cock me anyway, Mas?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Lha yes, were you the one who really wanted to work on the rice fields?" Cook still replied without a burden.

"Thee, Mas. I wasn't. If I could do it myself. Coupled with my condition is now pregnant with your child. When did you think I was working on my own rice field?" I tried to find sympathy Mas Aak, by bringing his son.

"Yaudah, don't work. That's just a bother. Besides, it was the agreement that if I no longer work, just do the rice fields. But now my position is working, so it can not if while working on the rice field." Cook grabbed a leather jacket that was hanging behind the door.

"Where are you going, Mom?" I smelled Mas Aak want to run away.

"I want to go with the kids. I haven't been in a long time gathering. Not good with kids. Tired too, every day ketja, so want refreshing." Cook Aak picked up his waist bag and immediately put it on.

"But, Mas?" I want to protest, but it seems free. I choose not to continue with my words.

"But what?"

"No, no papa." I put on a cramming mode. If my husband realized yes thanksgiving, if not yes already, emang suitnya like that.

"Jude, I'm going!" Aak walked away leisurely, without waiting for an answer from me. True to my guess, he was already that suit. No woman has wanted to be like him, I thought. And stupidly I who suddenly pretended to be a hero wanted to save his image, it turns out that I alone bear all the risks.

"I'm tired too, Mom. I also want refreshing. I also want to take a walk. I also want to be free from endless work. Do you also know what I'm feeling, Mom?" I cried, muttered alone. Whether Mas Aak still hears or not, I don't care.

"Lighting me nginep home Father just a few days, whatever the work of the house is not right. I also need refreshing, I'm tired of work. It is up to say that the wife is not papa. I'm just going to my dad's house, not neko-neko." I muttered to myself, as soon as I prepared to leave. I packed up my luggage, including schoolwork, as well as a uniform to teach tomorrow. I haven't stayed at my house for a long time, I certainly wouldn't have stayed if I spent a few days there.

After preparing, I immediately walked out of the room. I am looking for my father or mother-in-law, however, I must ask permission from both of them or one of them.

"Mom!" I called my mother-in-law, probably resting in her room.

"Yes, Mel. What's up?"

Sure enough my guess, my mother-in-law came out of her room, still using her face. Maybe I just finished praying, I thought.

"Mom, Mela's going to my dad's house, yeah. Later if Mas Aak nyariin Mela, please say yes, Mom." I ask permission carefully. I looked down, afraid that my mother-in-law would see my puffy eyes from crying for a long time.

"Cock out of the blue, Mel? Is there a show?"

"Eh, no, ma'am. Just missing, long time no go there. I was going to say the same Mas Aak, but the youth went to hunt, "my lie.

"Jude, be careful. Bring the motor do not have to speed, slowly, remember your fetus, yes!"

"Good, Mom." I greeted my mother-in-law, then passed.

I breathed a sigh of relief, thank God he didn't suspect that I wasn't okay. I immediately left the house, leaving the dirty laundry as well as the messy room. At least my mother-in-law won't see if I leave the housework, which is important dishwashing, and the outside of the room is clean. So I finished my homework before I left.

I drove my bike slowly, as my mother-in-law advised. Despite being in a bad heart, I must not harm my fetus. Anyway, he's not wrong. Don't let him be the victim of my emotions.

The uphill road and many holes, make me have to be extra careful, not to make my stomach hit by shock. The normal journey I can take in 20 minutes, now I have to take a longer time.

"Thank God, it's finally here." I murmured softly while lowering the standard of my bike.

I took off my helmet and immediately walked towards the front door.

"Assalamu'alaikum." I knocked on the door and said hello.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." My mother answered from inside the house, before long the door opened.

"Mela!"

"Mom!" I immediately hugged Mom, my tears that had stopped were now flowing again.

"What's up, Mel? Why cry?"