The Malang Widow

The Arrival of In-Law

"Assalamu'alaikum?" the voice of my two in-laws sounded from behind the door and I immediately approached to greet him.

"Walaikumsalam" I said as I opened the door that was holding Umar and guided Uwais who had just learned to walk.

"Well, this is to the grandchild.." said my mother-in-law stroked Umar's cheek and I welcome to kiss his hands reverent.

"Whose name is this???" his words while trying to take the Umar from my sling.

"Umar Mbah.." I smiled.

"Who is this?" my in-laws asked to glance at Uwais in my arms.

"This is Uwais Mbah." I answered while teaching him to greet my husband's parents.

Without caring about Uwais they both look fondly fondle Umar with great joy. I can only allow them to give their time with Umar my baby. While I focus with Uwais.

Me and Deri prepared food for them.

"Mak... Sir... let's eat first." My sentence invites them to eat the food that Deri just bought outside it.

"Yes. yuk." said the mother who immediately gave Umar to me and approached our dining table.

"Aren't you eating?" ask our father-in-law.

"No sir, we ate earlier, so we're still full" I said.

"Taste good...did you cook it yourself?" ask my mother-in-law.

"Not mak, that was what Deri bought outside." I answered honestly.

"Oh... Why not cook it yourself? later Deri habit loh eat people's cooking.later cook you lose the same good that bought outside.." the words of the mother who immediately made my heart vibrate.

"No mak, usually the flower cook kog, this is because again a new bother just mingle, so I was the one who asked to buy aja.." said Deri trying to defend me.

"Ohh.." he immediately glanced at me with suspicious eyes.

I just sighed then left them and started focusing on my two children. Shortly, Deri followed me.

"You don't take what your mom says, she's that, a lot of rules, but her goal is dear to us." said Deri to calm me down.

"Yes.." I said briefly as if not to know about the situation.

Immediately I suckled Uwais and Umar into the room. Deri accompanied the two of them.

"What flowers in the room? is it going to bed at this hour?" ask mom.

"No mak... it's again nyuin children.." said Deri explained.

"Are Uwais breastfed, too?" ask the curious mother.

"Yes mak, let us have one nasab" replied Deri.

"Loh.. if the adopted child does not need to be breastfed only.. later so there is no difference dong, where the biological child adopted.." said the cynical mother.

"Udahlah.. Uwais, we consider ourselves our own children." said Deri interjected.

Soon I came out of my room after making sure my two children were asleep.

I also immediately approached those who were talking in the living room while watching television.

"Sir...bapak...want to make coffee or tea?" my word offers them.

"Emak tea" said my mother to me.

Soon I'll put their order in the kitchen.

After I gave them a drink, we talked a lot until late at night. Our eyes that began to sleepy finally went into their respective rooms to immediately sleep.

In the morning as usual I prepared breakfast for Deri who was about to leave for work. Both of my in-laws had breakfast with Deri. While I eat my breakfast while sucking Umar.

Shortly after Deri left, I began to bathe Uwais and Umar. My mother followed behind me to see how I took care of Umar and Uwais.

"Still baby kog not wearing that octopus? isn't the umbilical cord gone? continue if I have not lost any way in aqiqahin." said the mother who observed me was wearing clothes to Umar.

"I don't really get used to wearing octopus to Umar mak. this is not a kog problem. and not a danger to the baby either.." I explained.

"But later his stomach can be big. mending pakein aja.." he exclaimed a little ketus.

"There's no gurtia mak..."

"Phone Deri tell buy.." he said a little furious.

"Yes mak.." I said lethargic.

A few moments later I breastfed Umar.

"Well, don't you use stagen? later your stomach is saggy." said the mother who watched my stomach while breastfeeding Umar.

"No papa mak.. stagen even make my stomach tight. later if I have given birth I exercise InsyaAllah recover again my stomach.." sahutku sure.

"You are ngeyel yes if you are told by parents.This mother has taken care of children for years and more experience than you, you if you say you do not obey the quality later you...." ketus.

"Astagfirulloh.." I muttered in my heart.

"Deri.... have you been pesen goat? aqiqahah retreated first aja later wait for the umbilical cord puput, if not already extinct should not.." the phrase mother heard calling Deri who was in the office.

"Mak.. aqiqah is its sunnah in Islam 7 days after birth...."

"Your dog is like a flower...."

"No mak ngeyel..it is already a religious rule...."

"Yes it's up to you.. but that's your son bought an octopus, the same figure the flowers are not used octopus, later the stomach is big, the worse is not swaddled as well, later if his legs are bent how??" said mom megu-gebu.

"Mak... The flower is a midwife.he knows better how to nurse a baby..."

"Eh horrors yes, this mother is more experience, people of the past have been proven to care for the most good baby, not like children today who are anything ngegampangin..huft..." suhut mama keles then hang up the phone.

I just let out a long sigh trying to strengthen my heart which honestly began to feel stress. My fatigue taking care of my two children has now become worse since the presence of my parents-in-law here.

My body is almost helpless because sometimes lack of sleep does not seem to discourage them to always obey the rules that should not be violated. The myth of my mother's and father-in-law's beliefs is very difficult to give understanding. Even Deri himself was wrong to give an explanation to them.

Every day I have to cook full for Deri is forbidden to buy food outside. Although sometimes I am tired, it is forbidden to sleep in the morning. It is forbidden to wash my clothes in the afternoon, but sometimes in the morning I do not have time because I have to be busy with my two children.

"Either let not be too busy do not need to adopt all children.. mending if busy with their own biological children" said my mother who was addressing Uwais.

I just kept quiet and didn't budge.

"Here, I carry Umar." said the mother while taking Umar from my sling.