Due to Prohibited CBC
Mother's request

Looks like mother is not happy with my words, whatever I always do is never in her eyes, always insinuating me and stamped as the wife of her child's burden. It was my turn to start a small business, also in the quack for not taking care of the house well. 

I began to think for the fate of me and the children in the future, will it be after I gave birth to a mother to stay here? Because I used to almost experience the baby blues due to very sharp speech. 

"Lisa's tired, you clean the room."

"He's been lying all day, ma'am, what makes him tired?"

"Yes, if you say you always answer." 

"Just wake Lisa up and have her clean the room, I'm busy in the kitchen." 

"Eleh, your brownie efforts will not be sold, why continue. Most also last a month or two, and after that go out of business."

My chest is tight whenever my mother speaks, in words nothing good is said, and it is very sad. 

"From my mother praying for my efforts to go bankrupt, I'd better pray for myself, let's be blessed." 

I didn't speak to my mother-in-law, it made her yell and berate me as a daughter-in-law. I thickened my patience and also my ears from the insults that came over and over, am I only considered a maid in my own house. 

The first trimester of pregnancy made my emotions unstable, let alone the words that Lisa and mother made me very angry. If I didn't have a conscience and forgot about relationships, I would have kicked them out of my house. 

In the afternoon, I who was about to bathe the children even quarreled with my sister-in-law who just woke up. I shook my head at the behavior of the virgin child who woke up in the afternoon, but she looked at me cute and did not care. 

Suddenly I wanted to eat something that tasted sour, my tongue kept tasting wanting to eat a juvenile mango. "Where should I look for a young mango?" my thinking.

After I finished taking care of the children, I welcomed my husband home from work. As usual, I serve snacks and tea. I accompanied Angga who was sitting on the terrace, holding my two children. 

"Mas."

"Heum." Mas Angga looked over as I called out to him. 

"I want to run young mango Mas, find me young mango yes." 

I smiled and nodded. "Thank you, I'd like to understand my request." 

"No need to thank you, it's a form of affection that I haven't noticed." 

"Yes, it's." I feel very safe and calm when hugged by Angga mas. 

"Have you just come home, Angga?" 

Someone's words distract us. 

"Yes, Mom. Do you need anything?" tanya Mas Angga looked at her mother. 

I saw that mom was planning something, clearly on her face. 

"Mother wants to install AC, the room is hot and cramped." 

True my guess, it turns out that mother wants to install AC in her room. I don't have a problem with that, just not using my kids' future savings money. 

"Pair up Mom." 

"Really?" there was a face on the middle-aged woman's face. 

"Yes, Mom." 

"Where's the money?" he said without shame.

"What money is Mom? I don't have any money." 

"Yes ... money to buy and install AC, use money savings Dance. 

"Use money from selling your father's house. If using my money is saving children, let alone buy AC, already eat thank goodness." My light that doesn't care even at the stamp of a stingy daughter-in-law.