Hope and Wish
R&W72. Change of mind

"Yes, later use my savings to build a new business Brother." I try not to be selfish. 

Actually, I'm hard if I really have to stay in Jakarta forever. Big city, how will I educate my children? Here even normal upbringing, the average children are still regularly teaching and Subuh was crowded with children to pray. How is it there? I'm afraid I can't educate a kid in a very modern city. 

He shook. "No need, Yang. Hold Adek money, enjoy yourself the results of Adek's devotion to parents. You can be patient to save and open a new branch, after all all the income from your business is not exhausted to eat us together everyday right? Do you mind if the money is sided and saved to build a new business?" He took my hand and flanked it in the middle of his palm. 

The cigarette had gone out and he threw it away. 

"No, Bang. Tau itself, only a few million for our needs together." I've been daydreaming, thinking about having a long time in Jakarta. 

I'm not a modern woman, but I'm sure my faith will survive there. However, if I have to educate a child in the middle of a modern city, how? Meanwhile, I myself since childhood only live in the big cottage of my parents only. I'm afraid my children's faith is fragile in that big city, I'm afraid my children are trapped in promiscuity. 

"Now, for example, today. Early in the morning, we are busy taking care of the kitchen and the children. The afternoon was full, the child had all slept. What brother? Is it sleeping again? Or just another ngamer? Running around to the brothers, yes shy, because they're again busy with their work." It's chin-backed. 

I feel bad for him myself. It seemed, I had to chat with father from heart to heart. I love my husband, I don't want my husband to be so moody. 

"Double breaks first. I want to check on the kids first, all of you want to pump ASI." This is just an excuse, I want to find an opportunity to chat with my father without opening up about my husband's feelings. 

"uh right? I have activities." He glanced at me, then he got up. 

"Mother Jasmine is inside?" Bang Workshop pointed to father's house. 

"Yes there, Bang." I'm trying to remember Jasmine's whereabouts. 

I had seen him in the middle of a fuss in his kitchen. He said he was making frozen food for Varo. As a gift later, because he will go to Singapore. The kitchen equipment is not as complete as the biyung, so he made the frozen food in the kitchen biyung. 

"Drawn to Hamdan's father?" He walked straight to the connecting door of the next yard. 

"Yes, Bang." I immediately took a swing to return to my father's house. 

However, father was still busy talking to his lawyer. Biyung is busy helping out Jasmine, so I don't have any friends sharing stories. 

I have an idea, it's good to exchange ideas with Mama Aca only. Mama Aca no leaking like biyung. He neatly kept any story. After all, Galen and Farah were sound in Cala and Cali's bed. 

"Ihh, is it still here anyway?" I was surprised to see Kal who was hugging Mama Aca in the bed of Mama Aca. 

Their ART says, Mama Aca is in her room. So, I went up and went into her room. 

"Yes, it's the Eid holiday." He released the mother of Aca who was playing a mobile phone in the bed. 

"Yes, Ma?" Kal was like begging Mama Aca. 

"Yes, please, Mama, there's permission to your papa. Dare you?" Mama Aca glanced at the girl next to her. 

"Who's friend? Bring it here first." Mama Aca got up and released Kal's hand from her stomach. 

"Yes alesan, Ma. I want to be alone, Ma. If the same thing happened to wait until danandan, this is it wait-waiting continues."

I feel like what Kal said was right too. But if alone it feels less exciting, especially if the holidays. It will definitely be a little difficult to get candid photos. 

"Yes, yeah. Talk to your papa, Mama help you." Mama Aca looks uncomfortable being bullied by her son, like a father. 

"Brothers…. Thanks, Ma. I'll leave you online first." He immediately ran away, coinciding with me sitting on the edge of the bed. 

Mama Aca sighed and glanced at me. "What else is this? Married a month skinny dry." 

I chuckled a little, then occupied Kal's place earlier. 

"Am mom really excited after marriage?" I had fun and held a pillow. 

"Add more gemoy instead, that's why papa you almost cheated." Mama Aca smiled wryly. 

Papa Ghifar didn't actually cheat? Is it true because of his wife's physical changes? I'm not sure that Papa Ghifar is, so I often assume that the story is nonsense. 

"Why am I so skinny, Ma?" I looked straight ahead. 

"You why? What's your problem?" Mama Aca took off her hairband, then combed her hair with her fingers. 

"Possibly, my problem is just fatigue. But here, Ma. My husband again offended the same father's attitude, I'm afraid he hates daddy. Conversely, if I tell my father, I'm worried that you hate my husband. I keep them getting along well, no offense or anything." I immediately expressed the unrest of my heart. 

"Nothing aduin to parents, while your problems with your husband do not involve violence and you can handle yourself, yes always alone. Don't spoil it, Ra. The thing is, you know for yourself how assertive your father is. Even though Nahda anything to melek to Mama, but Mama menggerasain herself it feels like parents intervene. So, Mama suggests let Nahda convey to her husband subtly. Mama also does not need to exaggerate even though upset too, because Mama ngerasain itself is not good to be recommended by parents. At the very least, just have a thin conversation with your brother. I don't take it personally that your brother isn't, but Mama meant for your brother to think better. Whatever problem Nahda was stirring, Mama didn't tell papa Ghifar. Worried that he would not accept it, worried that he would act decisively out of his own fear. What's the problem? How far is the problem?"

I acted quickly to tell the story from beginning to end. Until finally mama Aca mangosteen and silent for a moment. 

"Husband's not bad, Dek. Mama fidgeted herself." Mama Aca rubbed her chin. 

Her position was in front of me, cross-legged and hugging a pillow with her hair down. 

"But I'm scared in Jakarta, Ma. The real thing is, I don't want to be there. But how? I don't want my husband to think badly of me." My face is now grim. 

"Why afraid? You just have to come and adjust. You ever tell me about the residential and comfortable residence of him, right? Sure you're not at home? You do not shadow Jakarta near the river, do not shadow the coast, do not shadow the front house of the road, do not imagine the traffic jam. You are at home, you will not eat conditions outside the house of course. Do not be afraid of God's destiny, how will it be, have you left it to God. You go today and plan for tomorrow. Let it flow as it is, not having to think of fear from now." Mama Aca touched my hand. 

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