Household Fighters
Part. 4

Finally finished also with the cooking show during the day, my body was getting tired after half a day of work without pause.

Now israhat time for a while before dhuhur time, hopefully this israhatku can make the body refreshed later.

I still have almost an hour to be able to rest this tired body before the dhuhur time arrives.

Vang Ahmad will also usually go home when the dhuhur prayer time arrives to do it all for lunch.

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Thank God, my israhat this time is very comfortable. I fell asleep so soundly that Ahmad bang back from the workshop and woke me up.

"Dek Rista . . . let's get up", the sound of Ahmad's bang was heard beside me. He looks fresh like bang Ahmad has finished bathing and praying.

For me to sleep well until I was not aware that Ahmad had come home from earlier and had gone back and forth to enter the bathroom to change clothes before bathing.

"Ang already ate?", I asked as I got up to sit on the bed.

"Yet, the deck of Rista pray first let it be together later".

"But my brother must be hungry, let Rista prepare your food first yes", I stood about to go to the kitchen but bang Ahmad immediately held my hand.

"Abang is not too hungry yet, want to eat with the deck Rista aja day soon", bang Ahmad looked at me with love. Looks like my face is warming up a little bit.

"What a brother, see it very. Rista was embarrassed brother", slow my voice while closing Ahmad's eyes so that he did not continue to look at me like that and make me wrong.

"Indeed you can't see your own wife?", bang Ahmad even hugged now.

"August . . . Rista wanted to take a shower", I tried to let go of Ahmad's embrace because considering my husband would be hungry if I did not rush to finish the activity because he was firmly waiting for me to eat together.

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"What's the sleep? Let's eat brother . . ", I touched the soft arm of bang Ahmad who was lying on the bed.

It seems like Ahmad was so tired that he fell asleep like this while waiting for me. I felt sorry and hesitated to wake her up.

I decided to lie beside the bang Ahmad while staring at the soft face that was so soothing, I noticed the face that lately always accompanied my days with love.

My hand moved to touch my husband's nose that was sharp but seemed very in tune with his ovary face, then I peeked his cheek slowly.

"Who is ready to pray the deck?", it turns out that even though it was very slow still I had disturbed the sleep of my husband.

"Eh, sorry. Brother's a nuisance, huh?"

"Where is there disturbed, brother accidentally overslept earlier when we want to eat huh? Why didn't I wake up brother when I was ready?", bang Ahmad held my hand, I also got up and followed him to the kitchen.

"Ang to sit down first", I pulled the chair to let my husband wait and I hurried to take the dishes I had prepared earlier before taking a break.

However, when I opened the hood where the side dish for lunch I had prepared earlier turned out to be only a little leftover. Maybe this is enough for one person.

Yes, I can still share even with just a little side dish, as long as it's not hungry.

I switched to open the rice cooker, and it turns out that the rest of it is not enough even for one person.

Without feeling, my eyes had dewy and dripped as I closed the rice cooker back tightly to the original position.

I'm sad, really sad about this. I am tired of cooking myself, from the morning I work without pause there is nothing to help even sister Isma is just busy with the cake and she is still asking for my help, too, but why did they finish all the cooking I had cooked?

Don't they know me and bang Ahmad haven't eaten? But this didn't just happen this time. I can't even remember how many times this happened because it happened over and over again.

That's why every dish I cook is always set aside apart from cooking for the rest of the family.

I and bang Ahmad indeed almost every day eat late because I always wait for my husband first to eat together. I couldn't bear to eat first while my husband was still busy working hard to make a living out there.

I want to welcome my husband home and eat together to make him happy a little because there are friends to eat, especially I think eating together is more delicious even if only with simple food.

"Abang, sorry . . . ", my voice seemed to be stuck in my throat. So sad is my heart right now, that I can't make a sound.

"Why apologize?", Bang Ahmad even surprised by my behavior.

"I'm sorry brother . . ", I'm getting down and can't look at my husband's face, I don't want him to see the clear hairs falling over my cheeks.

"You why the hell deck, from earlier sorry mintak continues?", bang Ahmad got up from the chair and stepped towards me.

"You cry deck? What's all of a sudden crying?"

I did not reply, this time my body trembled withstanding the sadness in the heart. I can't stand it like this. Tired of working from morning makes my stomach more hungry, I think my husband must also feel the same way because he usually did not eat anything after breakfast at home before leaving for work.

Bang Ahmad seemed to know what was the cause of my crying, he rushed to open the rice cooker that I had just closed again after seeing the contents inside.

Bang Ahmad also opened the hood of food in the place where I usually set aside special food for my husband because he often ate the last.

"Don't be sad deck, we're eating out today. The Rista Deck is ready for us to leave now". Bang Ahmad stroked my head slowly.

I was ready to change clothes, bang Ahmad was waiting for me in front.

"Where are you guys going at this time?", the mother-in-law just came out of the room and passed me when she was about to come out.

I just looked down unable to answer my mother-in-law's question because the sadness was still very strong in my heart.

"During the marriage Ahmad often the streets are not clear, he is not diligent work as before", mother continued her sentence with a louder voice. I'm sure bang Ahmad must have heard what mom said.

"We want to eat a buk, not a walk", finally bang Ahmad helped me explain our purpose to his mother.

"Halahhh, there's little money you take your wife to eat out so. You become wasteful after marriage", again the mother does not filter the words that come out of her mouth.

My stomach is very hungry but to eat it cannot. They have finished off the food that I have painstakingly cooked, even when I want to find food outside was still the mother scatter with spicy words.

Already concerned with the behavior of those who do not care for me, now my mother adds wounds to my heart with her words.

"Food in the kitchen is no longer buk", bang Ahmad still gives understanding to his mother, but it seems that the mother-in-law does not care about the explanation.

"Leave ripe again what is the difficulty?", this is my mother-in-law who never wants to give up and feel always the most right. Worse he never cared about our feelings, maybe more precisely he didn't care about me.

"Yok deck, quickly put on the helmet we leave now", bang Ahmad chose to stop explaining to his mother and immediately turn on the motor.

"Remember your mourning Ahmad, do not continue to hope to ride in the house of your mother already want to have your children", mother still continues the overflow of thoughts.

But the last words of my mother-in-law made me think, maybe that's the cause of all the unpleasant behavior of the Ahmad family bang so far.

Maybe it's time for me and bang Ahmad to think about where to stay so as not to continue hitchhiking at the mother-in-law's house.