The Thorn in the Family

Their Advice

...“Bosa-nausea and manners often deter people from going forward just for fear of hurting others”....

“Why should be ashamed ma'am, the existence is just that for now anyways we will cook for many people”.

“Mothers are embarrassed son, understand what your pakde and bude said later surely they will assume you are a stingy” person.

“Mother doesn't want it son, mother doesn't want a mother's child in a stingy katain or what is”.

“Ya let alone ma'am, indeed the ability of Tari at this time is just that”.

“Just don't argue don't be like that, you rarely go home what's wrong to give the best to sadara kita”.

“’By feeding them good food every day so bu?’’.

“Not every day, mom will only cook good when you are at home, mom does not feel good if it looks you at home should cook food as usual, like always, while you yourself are now famous for living well and mapan”.

“Mother does not want people to assume that the mother's child is a stingy” person.

“Here let the mother cook, all the chicken cooked so there is a variation of the menu”.

Mom quickly opened the refrigerator to pick up the chicken I had bought earlier at the market. It should be cooking tomorrow why it should be spent right now.

I again breathed out violently.

The feelings when at home I have to stroke my chest a lot.

Moments later after all the food was fully served on the dining table, the invaders returned home to ask for their rights. This time with a complete formulation of pakde, bude and his three children including Udin mas also participated.

“Assalamualaikum, wow very pleasant smell, if you look around from many sure Dance is at home”.

Say bude who breezed into the kitchen in the follow the other members.

“Wassalamualaikum, ngeh bude Dance home yesterday night”.

I grabbed the hand of pakde and bude to shake hands.

As usual they will all eat first, ahead of the existing host.

“Tumben mas Udin tagged in?”. I asked those who were enjoying my breakfast and my mother's.

“Iya happens to be today holiday”. Answer Udin by enjoying a cup of coffee available on the table.

“Mar this later I pack ya rawonnya”. Shouted bude at the mother who was washing dishes in the back, coincidentally the place to wash dishes was outside the kitchen near the well of our house.

‘Iya mbak take it, earlier Dari cook a lot but sorry no fishnya’’.

I just heard that I was so upset.

“So papa I happened to have bought meat, the plan will want me to cook pis”.

“Look at bude again cook layers, what are they share to us later’. Dance in the heart while watching them eat.

“Loh this fruit where there is no?”. Pakde asked why there was no fruit, usually if the dance came home there must be fruit and market snacks on the table.

“There's a moment I'll get you first”. Mom got up from the dishwasher to the fridge to pick up the orange I brought yesterday and serve it on the table.

Like that mother, from last night did not have the heart to eat my default orange with the reason still full and lazy, when I know in fact mother did not have the heart to enjoy the orange if pakde had not eaten it.

Pakde is completely heartless.

“Tar you are not wasteful if work, cook he said to be a secretary but the precarious house on leaking all, paint on the wall jga on peeling where the color is no longer regular”.

Say bude on the sidelines of his meal.

“If you can hunt gih in benerin, this will again be the rainy season of your mother's kasian and Ipul”.

I can hardly believe what Bude just said from his mouth.

I was just silent, still trying to digest and listen to her words.

“You have to pinter-pinter Tar financial arrangements, you're a woman should be able to have the rest of the savings so that later if you have a family not to lack”.

I nodded my head again as if confirming bude's statement.

“See Udin, can already buy bude necklace and bracelet of this latest model, how do you?”.

“Do you not want to buy your mother a necklace and bracelet?, see also your mother only wears a rubber band on her arm”.

Astarghfirullah.

Many times by stroking my chest slowly, trying to hold back all the anger that exists.

While Udin mas flattered smiles like the most successful people.

“If you are afraid of running out of money can be deposited bude only, later bude help bring you do not worry bude will not bring lari”.

Bude went back to speaking many things like saying those words without sin alone.

“What to entrust if every month slalu never bersisisa”. Inner Dance in the heart.

“Ter is what your bude says, cook work has not had any results for years, surely you are very wasteful people. Don't worry about your husband later”.

Pakde spoke again at that time as if adding hot spices in the chat.

“Dengerin tuh Tar advice bude and pakde”.

Mother added, I was cornered that morning.

How can I have a lot of savings if every day I have to bear your lives like this.

How can I have so much money while relying on me?.

How can you say I'm extravagant, while I never enjoy the least amount of my labor.

I want to scream at them all.

It did not feel like everyone in the room had completed a series of breakfast rituals. As usual, Bude will wrap the food for lunch with his rice. Do not forget bude also brought all the oranges on the table.

“This market snack is no tah?”.

Ask bude by opening up the hood of food that is on the table, still trying to find the existence of market snacks.

“No bude Tari was bad luck to his market”.

“Duh girls do not be lazy if you wake up, so bad luck will not get snacks, it is not good later if you join in-laws if lazy can be a habit”.

Bude answered by walking out of the house.

I stroked my chest again and massaged the temples of the head that suddenly felt dizzy with their behavior.

Pakde and his family returned home, while his mother cleaned their plates and glasses that had just been used.

“The orange bu is carried by pakde all”.

Ask Ipul to mom.

“Iya nak”.

“I haven't tasted it bu”.

“Let's son, later you can ask again the same mbakmu, mother is not good to cook brother ask not in love, besides mbakmu buy oranges are also just a little where can be divided-”.

Ipul moves from the kitchen with a face of a nelangsa.

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