The Mistaken Son-in-law

CHAPTER 55

Pov (Aisha)

     One Week later.

Today we hold a prayer or prayer to occupy a new shophouse. The plan is Ratna and Mila will stay in this shophouse while you look after her.

Almost all the items in the stall have been moved here except chairs and tables.

From morning everyone was busy preparing everything for this tasyakuran event. It just so happened that Mas Arya had a holiday so she could help. He was with the fathers - the other fathers of the complex had just rolled out a carpet for the guests present.

I just sat there watching, because it was forbidden by Mother, she was afraid that I was exhausted by my pregnancy which had entered six months, especially last night I had helped cook in the kitchen.

"This iceberg is food and cake directly in the system or not?". Ask Ratna.

"The food was the one that Rat arranged, if the cake later only if the carpet was cleaned". My answer.

"Oke Ma'am ready". Ratna said then passed into the kitchen.

All the cuisine is made in the kitchen of this shophouse because the kitchen is large enough, the mothers - the mother complex that helps cook food in coordination by Mother, Mother, for the cake to buy the finished one at the place of the subscription of the mother

Only one dish that I cook myself is Sop Konro, a typical cuisine of my region that is based on beef or goat reinforcement with black sauce kluwak seasoning which is almost similar to rawon, the difference is that conro soup uses roasted coconut while rawon does not.

The food was a request from Babe, he really liked it because Fitri had cooked it. Unmitigated - his responsibility to buy reinforcement of cows up to ten kilograms, it is like wanting to hajatan only. He said let him eat it. But Mum has warned not to eat too much because Babe has a history of high cholesterol and blood. I also shared recipes and how to make them with mothers who cook in the kitchen.

They seemed enthusiastic about learning how to cook. After that I allowed them to try it and thank God they all loved my cooking.

Guests have started to arrive, I don't invite many people. Only residents of the complex here and of course also Mr. RT and Bu RT.

Ratna assisted Mila back and forth to bring food to be served at the table.

"Rat, Wulan didn't come?". I asked because I hadn't seen him since, but I gave him a message and he said he would come to help.

"It seems not to be Mbak, the job has been all done but he did not look out". Answer Ratna.

"Yes, that's it. When you're done, take Mila to eat". Saying again.

"We have eaten kok Mbak, the mother (Mbok Minah) gave a conro soup made by Mbak. Euunakk poll Mbak, if you do not remember for guests, have eaten us. Yeah, not Mil?" Ratna replied to Mila.

"Because, I almost ate it.hehehe". Connect Mila while grinning.

Acarapun began, the guests have come all so with Mr. Ustadz.

After Mr. Ustadz gave his tauziah, I and Mas Arya as the host invited the guests to enjoy the dishes that we have provided. We deliberately prepared two tables so as not to cram, one specifically male and one specifically female.

Babe hunts down to the men's table, especially if not take the conro soup. His bowl was full, Mother from a distance had glared at him. Babe doesn't care while enjoying the food.

Me and Mas Arya laughed softly looking at the two of them.

Not for long, one by one the guests have gone home there are only a few who are still living.

I was eating with Mum, Mbak Ningsih, Bu Ani, Bu Surti and Mpok Sarah. While Mas Arya joined Babe, Pak Rahmat and the fathers of each other.

Sometimes we hear laughter from us because they hear chirps - chirps from Mpok Sarah and Bu Surti that they are famous for being funny.

"Liatin Ice, Babemu didn't stop eating, I don't know how many bowls it was. Just be careful if the night she complained about her illness relapsing". Said Mother furious.

"Patience Hajjah's mother is not every day as well. The cave continues even though there is also high blood. Cave ever watch on you*tu*be, there are doctors who say eat do not have to think of disease, live only once so enjoy saha. If you think it's even a disease". Bright Mpok Sarah while sipping her conron.

"Hooh, really, I've heard that too". Timpal Bu Siti's.

The rest of us just smiled at their words. Except for Mom who's bending her face.

"Emak saying yes, that Babe was already a klenger like a mabok. Ngeyel siharapain". Pamit.

Mas Arya also told me to take Mr. Ustadz home.

Not long after.

I, who had finished eating, stood up to my mother-in-law and reached out to kiss her hand. But even pushed by him.

"No need to be your sweet-ass, don't let my hands be touched with you. Where's Arya?". He said looking for my husband.

"Mas Arya again sent Mr. Ustadz home. Let's go enjoy the food". Invite me by trying to smile as gently as possible, because all eyes are on us. Mas Arya had told him to come but did not respond to him.

Then a woman appeared, I squinted at her. It turns out that she is Siska, brave too she came here I thought.

"This auntie left her bag behind". Siska said, she looked at me cynically. I also stared at it by raising one of my eyebrows. He thinks I'm afraid of him.

"Thank you, baby come with aunt here, you're a concern, not like someone". My Mother-in-law said glancing cynically at me. I know he's insinuating but I'm lazy to know.

Siska smiled hearing his words.

"Let's go accompany Auntie to eat, consider having her own". Take my mother-in-law friendly, 180-degree different attitude with me earlier.

"I'm back, Auntie, I'm not comfortable here". Answer with a made voice - make. I became nauseous hearing it.

"You don't go home yet, you haven't met Arya". My mother-in-law said softly, like I am someone else and Siska is her daughter-in-law.

"Ehmmm". I cleared my throat because they ignored me whose incident was the host.

"Who is this Aunt?" Siska asked looking at me with a scornful look.

"He's Aryan's wife, it doesn't matter to him. Don't care. Let's just say she doesn't exist" whispered my mother-in-law, but could still be heard by me.

"Oh.iya Aunt sip". They giggled as if to mock me. I still stand to see their behavior.

"Know I'm Siska Pak Arya's secretary". He said as he extended his hand towards me.

"I am Ayesha, the wife of SAH Mas Arya". My words were full of emphasis and received his helping hand.

She squeezed my hand, I also squeezed her hand back. He looks to be holding back the pain.

"Ouchhh". Stimulants.

"What are you - what the hell Aisyah, so women are not soft - soft". My mother-in-law was staring at me. I just smiled wryly and took off Siska's hand. He was holding a sick hand.

"Sorry maybe the pregnancy hormone, I become very sensitive to the same people who are new to the know. Especially if the person has bad intentions. Take someone else's property for example". I smiled towards them.

"What do you mean, huh?" Hardik My Mother-in-law.

"No meaning what mom, just explain. Depends you guys interpret it how". I answered without fear.

"Basic fucking women". To my mother-in-law.

I'm just smiling. "Please enjoy the food, I say goodbye". Say it and go back to my place.

"Why Ais, do we see from here you're fighting with your mother-in-law again?" Ask Ma'am Ningsih as soon as I sit down.

"There is nothing - what is it, Ma'am was angry because she was not invited but Mas Arya has given it to me". I replied without telling what had just happened because we were talking quite slowly.

"Any - strange your in-laws, oya who's the girl? How familiar are you in-laws?" Ask Sarah, curious.

"He's a friend of my mother-in-law's son Mpok, he sent me here". I replied, I deliberately did not tell Siska Mas Arya's secretary so that there were not many questions that he asked.

"Oh so, but kok cave is not sreg ya see his style". Said Mpok Sarah staring at my mother-in-law and Siska, I just silently did not respond to her words.

because of my sitting position facing my mother-in-law and Siska, so I could clearly see what they were both doing.

The two of them were enjoying the food and once in a while they laughed happily, what a beautiful sight like a daughter-in-law and in-law getting along. I smiled wryly at their familiarity, honestly there was pain in my chest. Though I was his daughter-in-law but my mother-in-law was more sweet to the other woman he wanted to be his daughter-in-law.

"Assalamu'alaikum, uh there's mom anyway".

Seriate.