Household Fighters
Part 1's. A

Life is a choice that every human being can choose, but this choice is never far from what fate says.

Life often does not go according to our expectations and designs are complete and perfect with our predictions, however, every step that will be passed and every second of time passed never escaped the attention and design of the owner of life who knows all the abilities of His servant.

This is where I am today, Rista Anandita the eldest child of a simple family who always decorate the day with beautiful colors without gray. My life was never married like a rainbow that came after the rain.

But now, the beautiful rainbow has been covered with gray cloudiness that gives a sense of restlessness and anxiety to the eyes that see and the heart that feels its presence.

"Ristas! Get out of this bathroom Amir wants to take a bath", the voice of my mother-in-law from above called out loud.

I had to get out of the bathroom with disappointment because I had not had time to carry out my morning bathing routine today.

Yeah, I'm disappointed. It's not the first time I've had to go out of the bathroom when I just entered it.

I went to the room and waited for the Amir bang to take a shower so I could resume my bathing activities, I had been waiting for him for half an hour and now I was out of the room thinking my brother-in-law was done with his activities in that room.

But, just about to step into the bathroom suddenly Flowers are already beside me and come step into the same bathroom.

"Sister, I'm going to leave this in a hurry", without waiting for my answer he stepped before me and closed the door.

I had to go back and wait for the flowers to take a bath to continue my bath. In the heart it began to feel tight because the sadness suddenly appeared.

Often in situations like this my heart screams to go back to my parents' house so I can return to a comfortable life like before.

Does not feel clear grain has escaped from the eye pelupuk and freefall to wet my veil.

My in-laws house in this village is indeed the bathroom is outside and is about 5 meters from the house and almost every house in this village has the same design with a separate bathroom.

I who have been accustomed to closing the aurat is a little bothered with circumstances like this, but the determination to keep the aurat from the gaze that is not mahram is still very strongly imprinted in my mind.

"For so long you take a bath Rista, when to cook if this hour is still hanging in the bathroom", the mother-in-law who just came out of the house seems to want to go to the bathroom as well.

"Flower, I'm gonna wash this face. Ready to call mom, right?".

Surely my guess is that mom wants to go to the bathroom too. Looks like he just woke up.

Mother went back into the house and headed for the kitchen, I was a little restless with her cooking the room because the food this morning seemed to have been eaten by bang Amir just now.

"Rista, you haven't cooked from the morning?", mother-in-law's voice was really very loud this time. Louder than he called me to get out of the bathroom.

I hurriedly walked in to see mother to ease her screaming voice, I was ashamed of the neighbors. Although this is in rural areas but the house is quite dense population so that if you talk a little loud it will be heard to the house next door especially if you scream like the mother-in-law did just now.

For half a year here I've been so many times I'm still so embarrassed by his screams.

How not, who yelled often about my shortcomings. For example, like this time, my mother did not get the morning food because she woke up late but I was blamed for not cooking for her. Though the woman in this house is not only me, there are still flowers and Isma's sister who can cook.

Maybe even their ability is more than me who used to only cook once helped mama at home on the sidelines of my busyness.

"The wrong part of the mother is also why the clock is just waking up, this is already going to noon buk do not bother with breakfast again", suddenly bang Amir raised his voice when mother was angry with me.

"If she had cooked in the morning it would not be possible for my mother to starve even if she got up a little late", the mother-in-law's voice had sounded a little smaller.

"You're eating cow cake, not enough. Want to make your mother starve to death?", mother-in-law still babbling but bang Amir has gone somewhere.

At this hour my brother-in-law usually goes to the coffee shop. Hopefully he will bring a little food from the coffee shop for mom so that mom does not starve.

"I'm ready to open" the sound of flowers came out of the bathroom.

"Yes", even to respond to the words of Bunga only mother still with her voice that looks upset. Is this his frustration to me, either to bang Amir my brother-in-law.

While waiting for my mother-in-law to come out of the bathroom I immediately took the rice and cooked, hoping that the rice would quickly ripen so that the mother did not starve. Even without the side dishes at least I have tried to cook what is there as a taste of my care for mother-in-law.

From the beginning of entering this house is already the intention of the heart will live this life with the husband's family as my own family, like my own family, without distinguishing anything because for me the family of the husband and my family during the Ijab and kabul it has been spoken before the witnesses.

My father and mother have given me permission to connect the family relationship with this marriage bond, there will be no doubt for me to continue a good relationship with my parents.

But as it turns out, real life is not as smooth as dreams. How easy it is for this self to dream and aspire according to the will of my heart and mind, but now I am dealing directly with real life.

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Just got out of the kitchen and will continue my bath delayed by the three residents of the house who made me continue to succumb earlier. Even without the slightest rebuttal because I realize that I am not currently in my own territory, then succumbing would be better for me.

"Eh, buk Mimi . . . very tangled face, why?", that's the sound of the neighboring Hindun buk beside this house.

I continued my steps towards the bathroom while smiling a little towards the Hindun buk as a greeting, besides this smile is alms. Counting looking for reward without capital.

But when I was in the bathroom, the sound of their conversation was still heard. Because the water in the tub is still full I have not turned on the water tap so as not to wasteful and redundant.

"Where not to tangle this my face is buk Hindun, have a single ghost just not becus and let me starve already this hour he did not cook", the mother-in-law's answer sounded clear in the ear and this made the heart uneasy.

"But anyway Rista did not cook, this morning I saw still a dim atmosphere he was busy lifting water", thank God the Hind buk did not corner me.

"Just lift the water does not mean to cook, buk Hindun do not support my home kedaan deh", O God my mother-in-law really intention to want me to look wrong in front of the Hindun buk.

My chest feels tight to hear their conversation, I turn on the water tap so that their voice does not sound clear anymore and does not further hurt my mother-in-law. Just let the mother-in-law say as she pleases, maybe this is the influence of age so she forgot her conversation with bang Amir just now.

There is no need to be heard if it will only cause heartache, not that I let others misunderstand by letting parents talk that is not-not about me but I always want to think positively. How well my mother-in-law's tongue-licking turned her back on the real situation, I'm sure the neighbors will know the real situation.

There was no need for me to make a roar to defend myself and corner my mother-in-law, however she was still my mother. The mother of my husband, then it is also my mother who must be respected even though she is doing wrong and hurting my feelings.

Maybe some people will think to fight and choose to straighten out when faced with an atmosphere like this and it will make him satisfied, but another case with me.

At this time I think more with the situation ahead, if now I go out and argue every word mother-in-law maybe I will look right in front of the neighbors and the heart will be satisfied for a moment. But after that is done, there will be discomfort when dealing with the mother-in-law later.

And maybe if I act like that it will make the relationship with the mother-in-law so not good anymore, it is also possible that his heart will be hurt on my husband as a son who has chosen a wife who would hurt his mother.

I don't want to be one of the reasons why my mother-in-law's relationship with my husband isn't good. From childhood in education it has been taught that heaven is at the feet of mothers. Especially boys, until whenever they are still obliged to serve their mothers.

I realized, I was also a woman who would later become a mother as well as the current position of mother-in-law.