The Pain of being Betrayed

Arak or Tuak

My much silent behavior did not escape the sight of Aunt Pit.

"What's the matter, just stay quiet from a aunt's attention."

"Tan's a habit."

"Ordinary?, why else hum?"

"It was because of my groceries earlier, and the plan I cooked at home to welcome my parents tomorrow" said Ku explained, because I was shopping with Aunt Pit so she understood what I meant, and all the plans for cooking at home I told Aunt Pit.

"Trus, what's the problem with all that?" ask aunt Pit

I told you everything that happened without anyone being left behind.

"How I didn't shut up so much Tan. It's wrong that I want to cook my parents with their favorite menu."

"Kok have the heart so well, humiliating his daughter-in-law in the presence of such a crowd, after all there is nothing wrong with it as well. Wouldn't ask him to also charge into his market."

"That's Tan, I don't understand either. What is certain is that at this time I feel embarrassed when I go back to the kitchen, I am very lazy to help now. Most of our services were never seen by her, not her sincere ngak yah Tan, but yes it is." said I at length issued a tear in the heart.

"Yes, I understand how you feel. That's why auntie came here only intermittently to go home."

"It's nice to Tan, than here all day this work and that, his tiredness is incredible

but there is no result, I if you are close to it must be too, mending at home can fall asleep." said Ku who was answered with a nod by Aunt Pit.

While chatting, My mother-in-law came over. Maybe he felt guilty after saying it to me earlier. Well maybe!!

"Good, people busy working behind you are even fun to talk here. Come back to help work because there are still many more to do." said Mama-in-law Ku

I just kept quiet, and didn't want to say anything.

"Again our rest, brother, tired of shopping in the market earlier" replied Aunt Pit

"Ara, if indeed you want to cook also for your parents will do nothing, it's up to you. But we also cook later here, that's all I mean Mama, can eat here, rather than wasting money to shop again right." my mother-in-law said so gently.

Oh, my God, although his tone was made as gentle as possible, but did not feel his speech just now also made my heart hurt more.

'Waste of money' Gosh, this is really very and very painful for me. Anyway what's wrong is shopping only a hundred thousand ngak to millions, said to be a waste of money.

In part it was to eat my parents who came to visit from the village, and it was very rare because it took five hours to get here and it cost quite a lot too.

For me there is no term of waste of money if for the happiness of parents, especially for eating problems.

I'm still silent a thousand languages, that's me if the heart is not good, do not be to see his face to answer his words I'm reluctant.

"Yuk yuk yuk back, help work." invite my mother-in-law after finishing her words.

"Yes, brother, we will follow." replied Aunt Pit. I saw my mother-in-law walking back to the kitchen.

"That's how your mother-in-law is, everything you feel right now. Auntie feels it first."

"Aunty only now understands how her nature and character, so yes if she talks about living in a yes-iyain only. It's not heartbreaking that his words hurt Auntie's feelings." continued Aunt Pit again trying to encourage me.

"Either Tan, I still can't understand nature and accept every hurtful remark to Me."

"Surely later you will also understand and understand how, a lot of patience. Yes, I've been going back. Later even more excited again." replied aunty Pit while rising from her seat and passed into the kitchen.

That's what happened a few days ago, so I was so determined to take my parents to my house. Because of the fact that my parents had come from earlier only in Cuekin without caring at all.

So why do you think there for so long.

Without any longer, we immediately went from there, dying those who were busy with their respective affairs.

Half an hour later, we reached the house I was in.

All of them choose to rest, even though it is just straightening the legs, the driver also chose to sleep for a moment.

I'm cooking rice, for lunch later. While the sauce is not so I made because it was banned by my parents. Because it turns out they also brought supplies from home, so many kinds of sambal that he carried.

"Price cooked, do not cook the sauce." said Mama Ku.

"Why is it mah, all the ingredients are there anyway, just cook it."

"So we also bring a lot of sambel kok, later if you cook afraid of redundancy" said my mother while pointing at her luggage.

I immediately rushed to cook the rice, fitting in the plug into the electricity turned out, the electricity was off

Oh my..!! What other trials are these.

Forced to cook on the stove, I thought it was just an ordinary light off, but until the afternoon and magrib ahead, the lights did not go on.

The beginning of my parents want to sleep here, so his gatot because ngak might also be dark-eight without any lighting at all.

After eating out magrib, with a laxative flashlight hp a makeshift. We went back to my mother-in-law's house. Although the weight is real, but want how else.

Half an hour later we arrived at the house of Mama-in-law Ku, the clock has shown the number eight nights, the guests who come have begun to quiet because the weather does not support, heavy rain.

And when we came, we were greeted with an unsightly look, where the things I was afraid would happen too.

The drinking of wine or wine is called at my place of residence. All that consume is relatives of Mama-in-law Ku more precisely his Om of Mas Angga.

Miris indeed, at a sacred event like this in suguhi with a view like this.

They're already on a drunken, erratic raving. I'm ashamed of my parents who saw this. Because in my place there has never been anything like this.

I see Mas Angga still sitting down drinking black coffee with his friends. I'm afraid he's also going along with drinking wine or Tuak like his Om. But apparently not, she still holds firm to her changes to be even better, to not taste the illicit drink again.