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Let it go or she's walking

I'm really weak, pale face proves that I'm not okay. I sat in the living room, massaging my dizzy head. 

"Dance." 

I turned slowly to the source of the voice, looking mas Angga resisting the annoyance that I knew why. "Yes, you need something?" 

"Aren't you cooking?" 

"No, I'm sick of the smell of cooking oil. So for now I can't cook, we'll order!" I smiled to persuade him. 

"I have money, everything I love to Mom. Use your money first …."

I rolled both balls of my eyes with a puff. "Where's my money from? If you don't love me money, just ask your mother." 

"I'm reluctant to ask for it." 

"Lah .. if you're disinclined, what do you have to do with me?" 

"We take the middle path, you cook. Close your nose so you don't smell the cooking oil anymore." 

"If I could, or could not do this, Mom, I've tried so hard. Therefore, if you ask for a salary with mom you should think again." This is my chance to turn things around, knowing that my mother-in-law was only fooling my husband into holding onto his entire salary. 

"But I'm having a hard time giving it to mom, how's dong?" 

I secretly smiled faintly at the look on the face of Mas Angga who seemed to regret giving his entire salary to mother. She looked at me hoping I would help her, I just shrugged both of my shoulders indifferently. 

"Don't involve me, it's your own decision without telling me first. Take the risk anyway Mas, I think." I stepped foot into the room, because the aroma of cooking oil was like spreading everywhere. 

I chuckled at the Angga mas who thought hard, whoever oppresses me I will definitely repay them. 

When it was time to eat, I came out of the room and ate with my husband and mother-in-law without a single hesitation. How not? Because all the salaries given to Mother Angga also have my rights and children. 

"Yes, ma'am, if you're hungry, eat. Eat while tasteful, if it hurts anything won't." My reply further made my mother silent, not struggling, losing against me speaking.  

"Liat al-Angga, your wife has now begun to dare to fight mother." 

"What the hell, ma'am, don't argue anymore." 

"But he fought Angga's mother, and now eats quietly." 

"Well .. Can I not eat?  My husband's salary is the same as all mothers, so it's only natural that I eat." 

Angga rubbed his face rough, although the good food in front of him did not make him tasteful. 

"Female, eat first, dear. Finish your food!" 

I was silent and carelessly fed my mouth, not caring about the attitude of the Angga. Because the more I persuaded him, the more two even went. I feel my elbow in the hand, immediately I look at the perpetrator who is none other than my mother-in-law. 

"What Mom?" 

"After Angga there, he hasn't finished his meal yet." 

"Mas Angga isn't a child anymore Mom, so it's up to him to eat or not." 

"You're a hell of a bitch? Ever since pregnant the third child likes to fight on. Don't be careless, can quality you." 

"It is difficult to persuade the Angga, if hungry will also return again really." My smiling words are friendly. 

Exactly after a while, suddenly Mas Angga back to sit in his chair and reasoned. 

"Well, I saw for myself, didn't I?" I said as relaxed as possible.