For My Brother and Mother
I miss my old mother

By 11pm, we were home.

My mother was in charge of bathing Azam, our newborn son.

When I had not given birth, all my housework was done as I could.

But after I gave birth, until my son was 1 month old, my mother took care of all the home affairs.

Satria did not want to bother my mother to cook iftar for him, so Satria more often buy side dishes outside to break the house, so mother rarely cook to break the fast.

When taking care of our child, we try not to bother my mother.

Although she slept in front of my bed, Satria and I never disturbed her sleep, when Azam woke up to change diapers or drink milk, we worked together to take care of her, to meet her needs.

Azam breastfeeds once an hour, and changes diapers every 3 hours.

At that time he was still drinking milk, my ass had not come out.

Satria's deity every hour boiled water, washed milk bottles and brewed them.

One week Azam took a drink, it made Satria look tired and sleepless.

My mother started with her babble.

Satria and I were never considered right to take care of Azam.

One night when Azam arrived crying, my mother was shocked and came out of her room scolding me and Satria.

Azam rarely cried, only when bathing and thirsty he cried.

At that time somehow Azam cried quite loudly, at that time actually Satria and I had also carried him, but we were still exposed to the tantrums of my mother.

"If you do not want to take care of children, do not need to have children, children cry good sleep, g can take care of.!!", said my mother in front of me who was breastfeeding Azam.

Astagfirullah. She also gave birth, she also took care of children but why did she say so much to me, just because my son was crying.

My mother was angry continuously, all the ridicule came out of her mouth, as Satria wanted to answer I purposely prevented her by squeezing her hand.

But the longer my mother's nagging the more unwarranted, as if we didn't want to take care of Azam.

Satria could not stand it.

With a glare my mother did not accept with the words Satria who dared to answer him.

"I spoke to my son not with you, never taught you by your parents, dared to answer me, insolent", he said.

Astagfirullah, why did my mother become like this..??, I miss my old mother. I'm sorry for Satria, but I also don't dare to go against my mother.

Satria passed away, she could not stand my mother's words.

"Mom, I carried Azam while crying, why are you still angry" I said trying to explain.

Suddenly my head was pushed with my hands.

"A brash kid, dare to answer you" he said.

All the bad talk was given to me.

Even though that day was less than 1 week, and we did not talk much to each other after the incident.

When takbir echoed, Eid prayer was carried out. Only me and my mom were home.

It was so easy without guilt to talk to me.

"If Satria doesn't want to be here anymore, let her go, you stay here with my mother" he said.

How hard he could talk to me that way, it was as if asking me to divorce my husband.

Astagfirullah O Allah. May we be given strength.

Thank God my husband is not like my mother thought, he even apologized to my mother after returning from Eid prayers.

He is innocent in this.

I could only cry in silence.

I don't know what else this ordeal is..,??.

Where was my old mother.??, I murmured in my heart.