Household Fighters
part. 3

Today was a little difficult to wake up, my whole body felt crumpled and very sick.

My body seemed powerless this morning, but still I had to force myself to get up to perform two mandatory rakaat before the sun came out of its hiding place.

After carrying out routine worship I intend to lay down for a while longer even just lying down without closing my eyes because I am already not sleepy after my body was flooded when about to ablution just now.

But what is my day, because this is not a private realm that can act as I wish. I was called mother-in-law and had to get back up from the bed I had just occupied before breaking down this weak body.

"This please do for a while, Isma is still in the room like she's still praying at dawn", a few eggs were handed over to me. It's my sister-in-law's job to scavenge rupiah. Why should I do it?

"Please cook the rice before Isma comes out", with a little weight pestle stepped up to take the rice and began to wash it.

But one thing is very difficult when I have to cook so early, here the way to cook is not the same as my parents' house.

At home our parents usually cook using a gas stove, while at home the mother-in-law still cook using firewood.

I always had a hard time starting a fire in the kitchen with dirt and dust, until it took a long time to revive it even though it had been a few months living here.

After much effort, the fire was finally able to light up, I lifted the rice that I had cleaned up earlier on the fireplace.

"Oh my God, Rista, what have you been doing? Why are you just ready to start the fire?", the mother-in-law's voice that sounded a little loud made me surprised and stroked my chest.

I'm his son-in-law, but he screams as if I'm working for a big fee from him. But, let it be because it may have been accustomed to him like that with his other children as well. Maybe because I was already considered like her biological child so the mother-in-law behaved like that.

"It's hard to hear the fire", that's the only word that can come out of my mouth.

"When will you finish the eggs? Don't get bad luck. I'm gonna get you a cake this morning".

"That's a cake made by Isma buk, why should Rista work?", my husband just came out of the room and it seems he heard the talk of me and my mother-in-law.

"Just a moment while waiting for Isma ready for dawn prayer, besides living together why not help each other", still with the reason for the dawn prayer when this is supposed to be brother Isma was ready from earlier with only two rakaat his dawn prayer.

"Here let my brother help me, you are from the last limp why should be forced to help Isma?", I just continue to break the egg and put it in a container to be stirred as a sponge dough.

Which makes it difficult for this dough to be done manually using an egg whisk.

Somehow sister Isma is still at home using this manual tool even though the world is all sophisticated and can save energy, and goods to help her shuffle eggs are also not expensive items.

I'm sure he can buy this stuff because the order of the cake is quite profitable and he did this job also for a long time.

Moreover, from the results of this cake business is only used to be alone without helping any costs at home. Because my husband bang Ahmad has borne it all.

Even male Amir bangs rarely help the cost of the house, most only a few times if the cows are sold.

"Don't do it, brother get ready for work" I've started stirring the eggs. Because the rice that I cooked in the kitchen was boiling forced to wake up first to shrink the fire so as not to burn.

It turned out that my husband still helped stir the eggs, but soon he had to take care of the rice fields and gardens.

I hurriedly fried some other eggs for the side dish and a little fish in the leftover refrigerator yesterday, a few sauteed vegetables that yesterday brought bang Ahmad the results of the garden.

Before getting married with bang Ahmad I routinely do this on the sidelines of busy studying to find extra money even though money from parents is more than enough for my needs.

I've been used to having my own income since I was in high school. In the past during school I took time to sell pulses because the work never took time to study, everything flowed without disturbing my concentration to achieve the best value.

"Have a meal let me continue", I prepared breakfast on the table. I took over the whisks that Ahmad held so that my husband would not be late with his job.

Although he only works in the garden and rice fields but his work is quite time-consuming, especially before the bright sun he must deliver the results of the garden to the market.

In addition to working in the fields and gardens my husband also still had time to buy and buy the results of the garden residents and the goods will be delivered directly to the market every morning. There was already a trusted person waiting and would sell those items to buyers.

Before the time office workers entered work, my husband was already in the fields to control what needed to be done so that the harvest could be achieved.

Then he went to the garden to control while bringing breakfast to the workers. Not infrequently he also worked with them before rushing to the small workshop he had pioneered since before we were married.

I sometimes feel sorry for him imagining the difficulty he worked from the morning blind.

Once I proposed to let the workshop be employed by others, let Ahmad bang enough control as he did in his garden and rice fields.

"The income in the workshop is not yet clear, it may not be enough to pay workers", that is the reason why Ahmad worked alone in the workshop.

"If for example the workshop we all make a shop how?", I gave him the idea so that pengilan in the workshop increased and worthy of hiring others.

"That's a shop that sells such workshop tools?"

"Yes, the flower brother is his workshop. There are services and there are goods as well", I explained to give the idea of lightening the burden of the husband.

"But it takes a lot of capital like, brother has not been able to", bang Ahmad seemed interested in my idea but constraints with costs.

Actually I have some savings, I think it would be enough just to fill up some stuff in my husband's little workshop. But it seems I am less willing if the capital from me but the income is only to bear the burden of this family.

It is not not that they do not want to share, but what Ahmad bears is not in his right.

If only for the needs of Mother and her sister's school fees I wouldn't count like this because I know it's a boy's obligation even though he's married as long as he can.

But this brother and sister also enjoy the results of my husband's efforts, even though they both have income. I still need to learn a lot about the sincerity of sharing because the science has not been that high in this regard.

"But if starting from small items first maybe you can, can turn the capital later bang", I again gave an idea.

"Maybe try later". Only until there was our conversation at that time and I saw that Ahmad was still very hesitant about his business capital. Until now I have not heard any discussion of Ahmad about this anymore.

That's my husband, very persistent at work and never stingy to share. The proof is that he bears all the necessities at home and the cost of his sister's school. But unfortunately, tired of working to squeeze sweat there is no left to save.

Even though the mother-in-law has a garden that earns income as well, there are coffee and oil palm plantations that never drop their income. But my husband never once heard me complain about his production.

I do not want to interfere, besides bang Ahmad also never alpa gave me a living for personal needs. It's just that I still feel less with his living that has not been able to realize a place to live for us.

I can only be patient with my wishes. Hopefully it will materialize soon.