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This is my home!

Food problems are also in the issue of mothers, want good food every day without ever knowing how much money is given by their children. 

"Female, your wife has dared to fight mother."

Mother was about to incite my husband to hate me, we glanced at each other for a split second at the nature of motherhood. 

"Why are you quiet? You're scared of your wife, aren't you?" 

"What the hell Mom, always blame Dance. I should be proud to have a daughter-in-law like my wife, she's been helping me with economic hardship, taking care of the kids, taking care of the house, and taking care of me." Mas Angga who looked at his mother, he did make a mistake but he also wanted to fix it because he would never let go of a pearl. 

I secretly smiled because the first time Mas Angga defended me, usually he sided with his mother and sometimes indifferent to our quarrel because from a long time ago me and mother never get along. I inhale oxygen as deeply as possible and release it slowly, the experience of making anyone change even if not instant. 

"So you're more defensive of your wife than devoted to your mother?" 

"Dance my responsibilities, and I won't be able to choose between you. Don't be just a trivial matter, I'm mad at me."

"Of course I'm angry." 

"Mom, if I had good cooking money, what you want I would give you. But I ask you not to ask for anything, let alone cook meat rendang which is very expensive."

The middle-aged woman was upset that her wish was not fulfilled, passed away from there towards her room and closed the door very loudly, indicating that she was angry. 

I smiled at Angga, for the first time he defended me in front of his mother. "Thank you, sir." 

"I should be the one to thank you." Mas Angga came hugging my body, not forgetting to land a kiss on my forehead as well. "I'm sorry, I've been wasting you all this time." 

"Yes, I'm sorry."

I don't care if my mother-in-law doesn't like me, at least I have the support of my husband I never had. Even if the storm hits, I will not waver because there is an Angga mas by my side. 

"Yes, I'm hungry." 

I prepared food on my husband's plate, sitting next to him even though I didn't eat. Now I am fully convinced to devote myself to the Angga and stop complaining about his attitude first. 

"Oh yeah, after the food Mas want to meet a friend."

"Walking?" my back said I didn't like that. 

Mas Angga ruffled my hair and smiled anxiously. "Don't you, I want to find a job for the future of us and the kids." 

I smiled embarrassed because it was bad to think about Angga mas, while stroking my stomach which was still flat. 

"Dad will try to find money for you."

I held amused as Angga mas stroked my stomach, a fetus that was even very small as a seed where I could hear my husband's words. 

I delivered the Angga mas to the front door, not forgetting to shake his hand and pray for his safety. I waved and smiled with my husband gone, hoping that we would complement and strengthen each other in a time when the economy was squeezing. 

"Why is it so far away, why is it still there?" 

"Eh Mother." I was surprised and immediately went from the door to the sofa, I who relax for a moment even made my in-laws' faces cynical. 

"Why is he still here? Do what cake, don't relax." 

"I'm ready to finish everything, after all this is my home, what's the harm in relaxing for a moment."