Adult Zone
3. Dream Son-in-law

...SON-IN-LAW IDAMAN...

...Written by David Khanz...

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Just this week, I became Mas Tedi's legal wife. Living with Mother-in-law on one roof. Previously, to be honest, I was eager to contract a house and live alone with my husband. But because of the reason Ibu Mas Tedi lived alone, finally forced to obey his will while caring for and taking care of the old woman. Especially from his five children, all are male sex. My husband is my youngest son.

"If we contract a house, pity .. My mother lives alone in the house, Deck," said Mas Tedi as soon as I proposed living apart from Mother-in-law. "My brothers are all married and have their own home. After all, he really wanted a daughter-in-law who would stay at home and accompany him."

I understand the desire of Mas Tedi. It was hard to leave her mother alone, just as I had to separate from my own. "The boy should have taken his wife instead of getting carried away and staying with the wife's family" Mas Tedi added.

Frankly, while knowing Mas Tedi, rarely ever visit the family home of my husband. Only occasionally. It was only on the big days. Previously already knew, Mother-in-law was an old widow and had long been left by her husband.

There is a deep concern about the stories of in-laws. The experiences of my social media friends often speak, about the attitude of their mothers-in-law who are selfish and unfriendly. Unwilling to accept the presence of a son-in-law, unwilling to share a boy, even to scramble their child's salary with his daughter-in-law. I'm afraid it will happen later.

That's why Mas Tedi intended to bring me to his mother's house, this heart was a bit heavy to support. More comfortable living and close to the mother herself, if indeed the husband does not have a place of residence.

"But I have to promise, I can still visit my mother's house whenever I want, right?" I said a little sulking. Mas Tedi smiled, he replied, "Of course, Deck. I forbid you from meeting your own family, did I?"

Yeah, thats. The beginning of living in the house of Mother-in-law feels foreign. Whatever you want to do, it's a little awkward and wrong. I don't feel free to do everything at will. There was always talk from my mother-in-law. "Sop vegetable cooking, that's not how it works, son. Vegetable ingredients are cut into small pieces. Keep washing. After that, put it in the hot oil after the fried onion is yellowish. Not after waiting for the water to boil, just inserted," said Mother-in-law while taking a container containing raw vegetable material from my hand. At once, this self felt humiliated. I subconsciously replied, "But getting in now or later, the result will still be the same, right, Mom? Anyway, want to be cut big or small too, later it will still be equally eaten, really."

My mother-in-law smiled at my answer. He gently rubbed this shoulder while saying, "Rubber, son. But cooking is not just about taste. Display is also necessary, you know, to arouse appetite."

'Ah, a lot of talk, this old lady! Why not just cook him yourself, anyway? I'm still whining in her kitchen!' my grumbling in my heart. Piqued.

That's a small example. Not to mention if I try cooking my own dishes. There are only chirps that make the heart go nuts. "That's why I love fried tempeh that is steeped in broth water, son. Do not paste the slices directly fried so. It will feel bland. Here, Mother examplein, yes," said Mother-in-law, again taking a whole stick of tempeh from my hand and the knife. Then sliced thinly on a wooden cutting board. "Well, cut out thin like this, enter into hot water that has been sprinkled with flavoring spices. Let it sit for a few minutes. After that lift, drain, then fry until the mateng. It will taste better than being fried like you were, son."

'Oh, sebel! Very repot, anyway, meddling only my business? I don't think I'm cooking, what? Just this business, doang already fizzled! Especially when I have kids. This old lady must be even more troublesome!'

Therefore, I am the laziest if I have to cook with Mother-in-law. Always look for excuses if he reminds you. "Son, Tedi's coming home from work soon, you know. You haven't cooked yet, have you?"

From the room I answered aloud, "Yes, no, ma'am." He was forced to avoid it without coming face to face with it. "Mother if you want to cook, go first. I'm later, later."

Once twice I could indeed refuse the invitation of Mother-in-law to cook together. But often do the same thing, sometimes feel bad too. Unfortunately, for the business of eating together, I have no power to evade. Especially if Mas Tedi is the one who invites. "Eat with mom, yuk, Dek. Poor if not won't be won. Mother ate alone, tuh," said the man approaching me who was still lazy in the room.

"I'll be later, Mom. Let me eat first," I'm heavy-hearted.

"Don't do it, ah. If you eat together, right, it will be much more delicious. Yuk, honey," urged Mas Tedi. I can't refuse. Honestly, actually from earlier also wanted to eat immediately. Just trying to hold back while waiting for the arrival of the husband.

Finally forced, I obeyed Mas Tedi's invitation. Sitting with Mother-in-Law.

"Taste you good too, Dek. Similar to the processed results of Mother," chirped Mas Tedi while enjoying the dish. I glanced and chimed, "That's the cooking mom, really, Mas."

"O, huh? Continue ... Which of your dishes, Dek?" tanya Mas Tedi while paying attention to one by one processed in front of him. I replied without even looking at the man, "Tuh, fried tempeh. That's your favorite, isn't it?"

Mas Tedi took one and tasted a little. "Hhmmm, pretty. Just ... somewhat less salty. Maybe it's been a little longer, huh?"

"Times, anyway, Mas?" I also take my processed products and eat slowly. "Ah, same thing, kok, I'm fried kayak."

The man returned to taste the food he was still chewing. It's "Yes, really. It could also be due to the lack of calories, Dek." Mas Tedi glanced at his mother. "Later, try Adek learn to cook with Mom. His cooking is delicious, you know."

Suddenly my meal was not tasteful. Trouble being in the kitchen this afternoon, the result was just a chatter at the dining table. If only there were no Mother-in-law there, I would have left this dining table, then slammed into the bed and cried so badly. It sucks!

"Alright, Ted. Your wife's cooking is delicious. Here, Mom's gone three. Now you want to add, okay, right?" Suddenly Mother-in-law interrupted. The woman took a piece of fried tempeh from my cooking, then thrust the dish containing the cuisine earlier to the near her son. "Here, spend it, Ted. Intentionally today, I'm your favorite masakin. Also for my mother's daughter-in-law. Eat and enjoy it all, yeah."

Since the incident in front of the dining table, I became lazy to cook. Prefer buying side dishes rather than making your own. Even for cooking, more done by Mother-in-law. Until one day ....

"Mom's shopping, huh?" I asked when I saw the old woman was about to come out while carrying a basket. "Yes. What's up, son?" Mother-in-law paused for a moment.

"A little while, Mom," I said as I moved into the room. Then come out while handing him a piece of money. "I'm dropping all of you, yeah. Red onion a quarter kilo, asem vegetables are the same spices, salted fish, vegetables, and ingredients sambalnya."

Mom-in-Law looked at me deeply. He said later, "Yes, already. All right, I'll be out for a second, yeah, kid."

Suddenly, Mas Tedi emerged from the room. "No, Ma. Let Tedi do the shopping."

"It has. It'sit's okay. Here, let Tedi go shopping," jawan Mas Tedi while taking the basket from his mother's hand. "Mom just wait at home, yeah."

"It's okay, Ted. Mom is strong, really. Just shopping for vegetables in front of the alley there," said Mother like she objected.

"No. Let Tedi be with Tedi's wife who is shopping" said Mas Tedi as he pulled my hand out of the house. On the way, the man said back to me, "Other times, don't like any nitip with Mom, yeah, Deck. You better buy it yourself. If you need to, you're the one who helped me shop."

"I'm, right, just a nitip, Mas. Not to tell your mother!" reply fierce.

Tedi looks smiling. "Yes, but what's the difference with telling? Besides, my mom's, isn't she, old. Not good with heavy roofing. Poor thing."

"Yes, already. Tomorrow, you alone are shopping and cooking. Don't fuck me."

"Lho, I don't mean it, Dek. We're, aren't we, married. You can't always depend on your parents. Especially household affairs. Pamali."

"Yes, here's this, here's what I don't like most about being home for a long time. Everything went wrong. When was I, Mom?" I started to get emotional.

"Lho, no one's wronging you, really, Dek. I'm just giving you some advice, all right." Mas Tedi's voice still sounded soft.

"What advice? I always compare my cooking with your mother's. It was as if my cooking was never good. I need time to study too, Mom! What do you think is easy to cook? If you're just talking about it, everyone can do it too!"

"Yes, already. We will cook together, yes. I'm the same you. Learning together is also the same Mom. How's it?"

I don't want to answer. In this mind imagine how the old woman's mouth will continue to sound blame what I do. 'Huh, he thought it was just good cooking? My mother's cooking is no less delicious! Very arrogant, anyway, it could be that way too!'

The longer they stay, the less they live with them. There is always an unexpected conversation. It has to be this, that's what. I really can't feel freedom like my friends' home experiences out there. Can go arisan at will, to the salon, shopping, sightseeing, to eat with friends reunian. I felt locked up while I was at home.

"Son, the clothesline should not be left for long outside. If it is dry it should be removed. Let's not get shabby, you know." The voice of the old woman was heard again, when I was just closed in the room that afternoon. Even on certain days, it always does not tire of taking me out of the house in the morning. "Son, come with me to the assembly, yuk. Instead of staying home."

Really sucks!

Honestly, I don't want to join Mother-in-law to study because there are most of the congregation of old mothers. It's very prestigious if every time you hang out with them. I will get old and wrinkled quickly. What would my friends say if they met on the street. "Eh, since when did you become a mother?" That must be how they say it. Duh, embarrassing!

The only way for everything to go back to normal is for me to go back home. Living with my own mother. Eat and eat, without having to bother shopping and cooking. Washing is enough to put dirty clothes in the washing machine and dried. If it is dry, just wear it without the need to bother ironing. Because everything was done by my mother. While staying with the in-laws, everything had to be done alone.

"You came here without your husband's permission?" ask the father as soon as I get home. "Yes, Sir. I want to move here. There you don't feel right" I replied as I sat on the sofa and turned on the television.

His eyes suddenly rounded large. Shouts, "Go home! Go back now to your father-in-law and husband's house!"

"Lho, Sir ...."

"Go back!"

"This is, right, my house too, sir!"

Suddenly, Mom appeared from inside. Then come along to talk, "Now your life is the responsibility of your husband, son. We would have sinned if we let you go without your husband's permission. Go home now."

"Mom!"

"Go home! You can come at any time if you are with your husband."

"Mom!"

My mom and dad pulled me out. Then close the door of the house tightly.

"Mr! Mama! I want to stay here with Mom and Dad!" yell begging.

There's no answer. Door locked strong.

"Sir! Ma!"

Still no reply. It forced me to go back to my mother-in-law's house and live an old life.

It's boring!