The Malang Widow

Aqiqah Umar

"Alhamdulillah.dapet package from pakde and Mbah Uti in Lampung nak...." I said that was opening a package delivery containing a baby carriage and some pretty much baby equipment from my mother and my brother.

"Much send?? did you ask your mother?" asked my mother-in-law who was glancing at the package I just opened with Uwais.

"No kog mak, this is also not only from mother, but from my mas also.." I said.

"Later you can't habitually be independent if anything is sent that way.

"Yes is not mak... This is a gift for Umar.. naturally dong name is a sister as adeknya...." my mouth again and he seemed to pass into the front room approaching my father-in-law who was cool sipping a cup of coffee.

"Mbok you do not interfere too much with Flowers. let alone regarding his family. later if Deri tau it is not good..." my father-in-law said to the mother-in-law whose face still harbors malevolence in me.

"I did not interfere, sir, my intention is good to tell Bunga, he will just be a housewife not long ago, certainly not experience anything about household affairs.... yes it is natural that I often give advice.." the words of the mother who does not want to lose.

You were silent could no longer remind him because he did not want to fight a long argument with my mother-in-law.

He soon went to my room to see Umar sleeping.

"Nduk.. if your mamak is chatty do not be taken ati ya... mamakmu is so.. but actually the intention is love the same children. pingin the best for the child and his daughter-in-law..." the words of my father-in-law approached me who was cleaning my package.

"Yes sir.." I said, who was actually getting tired of my in-laws. In my heart I can only hold back and take pride in order to not explode my emotions.

Deri... when did your parents come home..huft.... I grumbled in my heart but I tried to soften my heart and take as long a breath as I could.

"Kring.kring" my gait rang and I saw Deri calling me.

"Honey.. later in the afternoon the order catering aqiqahya come.. later you wait for me to come home from the office first yes we just share with the neighbors together.." the sentence Deri told me.

"Oh...iya... but how will mamak? he doesn't agree that we're catering?" I said a little worried.

"Let me handle it again if it's diomelin." she calmed me down.

"But I'll be the first one to get scorned.you'll come later..."

"Okay.. later I try to go home more mopped..... have you calm down..."

"Yes already...."

"You have patience, baby.... Assalamu'alaikum..."

"Milkahmur"

Evening day arrived. The caterer that had been sent the message came. I immediately headed to the front porch to take the order of the rice box that was ready to be distributed.

"Loh...loh... This is what? kog pesen rice box a lot?" my mother was surprised because we did not tell her that we would do aqiqah today.

"What the fuck? kog aqiqah is rich like this!" exclaim mom while checking the contents of the rice box.

I just fell silent and lazy to explain to him. Luckily, Deri soon got home.

Alhamdullah.... I murmured inwardly to see him who had arrived and was approaching us immediately.

"What are you, Der? what is the intention of Aqiqahan? and this is what, kog rice box isisnya only goat meat dishes just the same wet cakes.... kog no dishes as usual that make sagging?" mother's question bertubi make Deri a little dizzy made.

"We do not want to be in control mak..we are just a simple aqiqah, this will be directly shared with the neighbors...." said Deri with a tired face because I just came home and greeted by kissing his hands reverent.

"So you mean this rice is not in that doain? keep the name aqiqah if not the goat slaughtered and cooked itself is not afdol... ora ilok iki.!!!(.not good at this)...."

"Mak.....This is in the city of mak,.kalo want to cook-cook no one to help kayak in the village, want to slaughter goats at home also bother no land to slaughter mak... I also have to work, so let's be simple gini aja mak, here it's common like gini mak...." The sentence Deri explained softly.

"Yo wes, yes at least use the kenduri event first before the rice is distributed. let in the doain first so.." said the mother again.

"The prayer is the same I myself as Bunga mak.. it is more afdol.not necessarily its neighbor who doain mak..."

"When do you pray? you said this was divided up right?"

"And prayer does not have to be right in front of the rice mak... The same flower Deri has been a prayer mak before this.... God willing to be blessed and blessed.Depends on the sincerity of our prayers and gifts...."

"You've been kog since marriage so keep arguing with mom?" said mother as she passed to the TV room and then sat watching TV alone.

Then me and Deri immediately distributed the rice to the neighbors. Not to forget I took Uwais and Umar with us. The Umar I was riding on top of the baby carriage that had just been delivered earlier this afternoon, while Uwais Deri was clumsy while training him to walk slowly.

"New train, huh? when's buy?" asked Deri who saw me pushing Umar on the train.

"Yes, just sent mom and Mas Rahmat from home." said I feel happy.

"Oh... Alhamdulillah...gain fortune...., when did they come here?"

"No idea, I'll wait for you to come home from Pontianak he said...."

Before long we went back and forth to distribute the rice box was finally finished. Deri who looked a little exhausted finally invited me to rest in the room.

"Sir, we go home tomorrow only.. free here we are not appreciated. wong Deri same flowers can not be talked to parents. ngeyel, anything they want themselves...." said the mother to the father who was talking while watching TV.

"Yo they are adults to ma'am.let them determine what they want.." said the Father with his flat face.

"Ah, this father is usually just resigned... I'm sure Deri must be influenced by Bunga, wong he used to not be that kog, whatever he tuh nurut if the same parents talk, now kog become the opposition that.." said the mother ketus.