Behind my In-laws silence
Chapter 3 The second conversation of my in-laws.
After giving fried chicken to my children, I remembered Lulu. To give her medicine at this very moment.
I heard the mother complaining to my father. Emh, mom said my name again. And it was clear what Mother said.
Makes my heart hurt a little.
If only I was upset why not talk to me directly. Complain to the father-in-law.
I saw the door open, I could only peek in between the slightly open door.
"Father knows not, Ana, our daughter-in-law. Fever child immediately take to the hospital, nothing to the hospital. Rich a lot of money only," said the mother.his eyes looked at the father. I saw my father ignoring my mother's words.
"Mother first if the child is sick, just buy stall medicine. No need to be expensive to bring to the hospital," mother continues to babble in front of the father.
Seen the father only shakes his head, occasionally memijit his tongue because he heard the nagging wife.
As for me who heard mother's scolding, just glued still, like a statue that stood almost collapsed. It hurts so much.
"Yes, yes, the money itself." replied the father staring at the window. As if I don't want to argue with my mom.
"Allah. Father, this is my mother saying just the answer is that. He should be self-aware, already know hitchhiking, a lot of behavior," said the mother, justifying his words that do not want to lose with the father.
Holding the chest there's a sense of hurt here.
"We should be grateful, Ana helped a little with the mother's work." You are a little defensive of me. My father-in-law has always been friendly since I came from this house. There is no dislike face, but different from the mother who impressed jutek.
I kept peeking at the door of what mom was talking about.
"Tetep just eat from the mother, and the child there are three. EXTRAVAGANCE" my in-laws said as if they didn't like me and my children.
"Open Ana also helps, from buying vegetables. Farhan, Radit and Lulu. Not our grandchildren, either" answered the father. A little bit of a dispute about what mom was talking about.
It looks like the father is tired of responding to the words of the mother who is relentless straight no turn at all.
"Ah, it's hard to talk to the father, mending a conversation with the neighbors. Better know how mom feels," mother grumbled. He folds both his hands.
On the door that opened a little. I saw the father just shake his head, and leave his seat.
After opening the door, I was shocked, seeing that I was already at the door. I just stumbled, feeling the pain in my chest.
"An, since when are you here?" asked the old man, I just looked down and held back the tears that you were afraid to see. Though the tears are no longer stoked.
"Sorry sir, just now." I said softly, covering all the tightness in the chest. Heard the words of mother, who was always silent if I asked. Or even face him.
Mom went outside to hear me and my dad talk.
"Sorry mom. Ana wants to give Lulu medicine, "I showed her about a little crackle, which contains medicine for Lulu's youngest.
"Lulu sleeps, in the mother's room." replied the mother slightly tautly, while covering her two hands.
"Well, when you wake up please tell me." I looked at my mother's face, which was not looking at my face at all.
What does my mother hate about me that way.
"Dad." Only those words were always coming out of my mouth. There were no special words for me while living at my mother's house.
"Yes, I've been working." said softly mother. Open the door and close it again.
Though the speech was slow, it was very painful.
"An."
You call me when I walk in tears, but I want to be a strong woman. But this heart shows its weakness.
Not that in novels there are often stories like this, strong not weak. Hard and not stupid, but me.
Ahk, stop. I'm not the same as the woman in the world.
"An."
You call my name back, I may soon weep these tears, so that you do not see the sorrow that is sliced in this heart.
Trying to turn around, seeing my dad approach me.
There was a face of guilt, the father calmed this messed up mind.
"Don't put it to your heart, what you heard from your mother's mouth, huh. An, your mother is rich" said the father.
I am now smiling in the sadness that incarnates in the depths of my heart" sir. Ana knows."
"Yes, you go to the farm first, but the weather is not too hot" replied the father. The old man who fathered my husband.
"Yes, sir, would Ana make you a pack sir?" ask my father who rushed to go outside the house.
"Not for An." Shouted father. Which apparently no longer saw the trunk of his nose.
Annoyed, sad mixed in this weak heart.
I seemed to ignore my arrival.
Why do you say that, when I want the best for my children. Was I wrong to take my high fever son to the hospital?
Isn't that what a mother should do, why does the mother-in-law even underestimate all that? Ahk, I'm trying to forget everything. But always in my mind my mother's words were very painful.
I immediately rushed to the kitchen cooking fried chicken for lunch.
Kasian Farhan and Radit, from the morning had not eaten. My father has not eaten either. Mom's time is just salt on the table.
As bad as it feels, where Mas Raka has been 2 days he did not return home. I try to think the right thing really makes me not bad to think about Mas Raka, no matter how a husband leaves for work for his son and wife.
Although actually I'm tired and tired of living with in-laws,
"Where are you, I miss. If there is no you, my heart is fragile. There's no solace in this heart."
Breathing out slowly still feels tight.
It doesn't feel good, like this.
Still lucky I have savings for supplies here, all because of the late mother.
He always keeps a stash of money for me if I don't hold money.
"Well, it's not cooking yet. We're hungry." My son's whining broke the daydream, making me special several times.
"Yes, my boy, be patient. Mother again fried chicken really, you guys calm down, yes," I said a little scream, calm the hunger in the stomach of my son.
Although actually I also feel the same way as my son feels today, tired and hungry. All mixed into one.