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Insulted By Removing Money

The sun kept on intercepting. The distance between the market and the house is quite far as well. By riding the angkot can quickly arrive. Although there is a motorbike at home, but I can not use it at all because of fear of gasoline will run out. If you can't buy, don't wear it. They more often told to walk to the stall near the house, and if to the market if there is no ojek then the transportation service that delivers.

"Hopefully during my stay, Arvin hasn't woken up. Hhh, pity that she's so grim, but she's not being properly cared for, "Slightly worried.

The face repeatedly looked at the road ahead, to make sure that soon it would arrive. I can't wait to come home. Chicken and bread on order are now perched in the hand. It was fortunate that the bag of crackles was black, so it did not embarrass itself from the order of sister-in-law.

"Now, Sir. The cost." Giving money ten thousand rupiah.

"Yes, thank you! Here's the change" replied the driver friendly, while giving money two thousand rupiah.

The distance between a large highway and a house is pretty decent making feet sore too. Got to get into some alley.

Near the house there is actually a supermarket that is all-round, but the family always told to shop in the market only, which he said in order to save money. The price can be twice the market. Some are told, so they openly use this self-service to shop like women.

Walk in a hurry to get there. Enter the house and immediately put the groceries. Before cooking it, first want to make sure to the child's room, whether he has opened his eyes or still not.

"Thank God you're still sleeping, so it's not hard for your grandmother to babysit, '" Relief.

"Brand ... Faisal?" yell out the voice of in-laws.

Closing the door to his room again. Move quickly to approach him.

"What's up, Mom?"

"What's up. How the hell are you! After buying what I told you, why not cooked as soon as possible? It's even put here. You told me to eat raw, huh!" Got the nagging again.

"It's not that, Mom. I was going to Arvin's room to see him."

"Hadeh, you are a busy person. The child is still soundly molested so, use the show look around."

"You just made sure of that."

"Well, answer .. answer. If you should be angry. Do you want to be a bad son-in-law 'are you this?"

"No, Mom." Answer as slowly as possible.

"If you already know that, now cook quickly. Been starving to death waiting for you to come. That's what you want, let your father-in-law die soon."

He was angry while his hands were placed on the waist, as if ready to challenge it all out. His name is also a parent, they are always right and the child is always wrong, although not necessarily the actual situation is not so. It can even be upside down wrong, but it always wants to look right.

"Astagfirullah, Mum. Why say it everywhere. I don't expect that, instead want you to stay young and live long, until later I can see Arvin mature and married."

"Choose, brag your mouth. Go to the kitchen there. I died a long time ago of hunger,"

"Hhh, okay, Mom. I'll prepare what you ask."

The purchased chicken is still neatly wrapped in plastic, now I take it from the place to put the living room table. Naturally, if the in-laws are angry, there is a possibility of careless nature.

"Eeit, wait. How many kilos did you buy? And now where's the change?"

"Shortly, Mom. Just bought two kilos, and there's still money left." Trying to check the left right pants pocket.

Confusion when the money is not there. The panic I feel now. Sangar-in-law's face even more frightened.

"Where's the money?"

"Mm-maaff, Mum. The money was there, but it's gone now."

"What?" He was surprised to not believe.

"Now look for the right one in your pants or grocery bag. Who knows it's tucked in there."

My advice was immediately followed. Sweat water began to wash over his forehead. Afraid that if there were none, it would definitely get nagged.

"Where? What's not up?"

"M-sorry, Mom. There's no."

Prang, roughly a flower pot beside him deliberately nudged. As soon as his head bowed and squeezed his own hands, the effects would be severe hearing his horrors of emotion.

"You really are, yes. It is always stupid and not wise to do such little work. Just buy a little work, to eliminate all money. Did money grow from the tree of your ancestors? You son-in-law don't know yourself, it's still good that you we pick up and ride a place to live. If not, live with your poor brothers. You want that, huh?" the curse that makes the heart plunge.

Eyes have been glazed over, when this self-esteem was so trampled. Is it in his eyes that I just have no one, then lucky to live in his house? Aah, maybe yes, which is seen from the way he is increasingly sadistic insulting.

"I've apologized, Mom. Why do you always insult and bring up my degrees? " So much sadness pierces the heart.

"Why? Don't you take me for a poor man who's usually just hitchhiking, huh?"

"It's not like that, Mom."

"What's not that? If you don't accept it, you can lift your foot now from here," he's kicked out, with his index finger pointing at the door.

Deg, it turns out he really did. Less obedient and good especially in this family. Be too patient in dealing with the behavior of their family, but still always wrong and incompetent.

Silence is silent. A tongue that wants to argue a lot more. Inwardly not very accepting of his expulsion, but if you step foot out, what about Arvin and the fate of Anissa who will be a widow.

Aah, is it really my destiny to be stupid and continue to be enslaved to them? Maybe until life is detached from the body, they will realize that my sacrifice to keep Anissa's good name is no joke.

"I'm really sorry, Mom. I'll change the money."

"Select, pretentious to have money. Do not be the same yourself. You can make money and support your own family. No, huh? So do not try to pretentiously want to replace. As if you want to say change, do you wear your necklace instead? Husband is not very. What dreams and sins am I .., so as to have a son-in-law like you."

His humiliation is endless. The ears are made hot, when vocabulary is constantly repeated. Want to retreat, afraid even he is increasingly becoming-so, but if still there it feels like the heart is no longer strong on the scorn.

"Yes God. Strengthen the heart of your servant. I just want to worship in a household for you, but why do the insults keep coming in so many for me? Patience and strengthen this heart, for the trials that want to raise to a degree. Guide the servant as a priest who is able to love his wife well. Unite our hearts, and end this suffering, so that we may build a good and loving household hymn with the children" Inwardly pray.

Alone in the children's room. No dew drops falling without being asked. Trial after ordeal keeps coming, and whether or not until when will it withstand it?.