Modalin I'm Dong, Mas
Capital 57

Aline, who felt her sleep start to continue, slowly opened her eyes, looking around to find out where she was.

"We're here, Mom? How do you not go straight in?" asked Aline who was still yawning as she endured the drowsiness.

Arka did not answer, the man even pointed the index finger to the porch of his house to make the forehead of the wife frowned following where the index goal of the husband. Aline looked a little surprised, why suddenly there was someone sleeping on the porch of his house? But, who is that guy? Is it possible if it was a beggar. Or maybe scavengers, but since when there are homeless people who dare to sleep on the porch of his house.

"We're going in, Mas. So that we can know who she is," Aline told her husband, Arka nodded. The man drove his car back to the carport.

However, it seemed that the person Aline thought to be a beggar was unaware of their presence. The person was still asleep with his face and body covered in batik tinsel. Aline and Arka walked slowly without making a sound, trying to see who was sleeping.

Aline who walked in front immediately stopped her steps when she saw who the middle-aged woman on the porch of her house was. The pretty woman's eyes were pinching, making sure that her gaze was not wrong. The person who at first glance looks like a lemulung is Bu Kanti, his mother-in-law.

"Mas, is this Mom, right? But, why is he sleeping here? Where's this big bag again?" astonished Aline, the woman looked at the husband with a questionable look.

Arka did not answer at all, the man could only shake his head because he did not know why the mother could suddenly be there. Could Bu Kanti intend to stay at their house and wait for the arrival of the two to fall asleep? But, it felt impossible, all this time the woman never wanted to go to Aline's house. In fact, not allowing the two of them to visit him.

He only asked for money transfers every month. What then? Why now suddenly Bu Kanti appeared with such a terrible situation.

"Mas, try waking up. Poor Mother sleeps here, it's late at night and the air is also very cold. What if mom gets sick?" aline orders her husband, Arka starts touching her mother's shoulders and gently shakes her.

"Mom, wake. Why are you sleeping here?" whispered Arka in the middle-aged woman's ear.

Bu Kanti began to squirm, slowly her eyes began to open staring at the two young people who were standing before her.

"Aline, Arka, you guys just got home? I'm waiting for you here from the afternoon, and I'm hungry because I haven't eaten in the morning" the middle-aged woman complained as she held onto her belly, which had been protesting, wanting to be filled immediately.

"We go in first, Mom. Let Aline make some food for me!" The young woman led her mother-in-law into the house with Arka trailing behind her while carrying her large bag.

Aline sat the middle-aged woman down at the dinner table and made her instant noodles and warm tea.

"Here, I eat first. Sorry there's only instant noodles because Aline isn't cooking today."

Bu Kanti nodded then ate the food Aline was serving without a word coming out of her mouth. The middle-aged woman looked so greedy, it seemed like Bu Kanti was indeed so hungry that it did not take long to move all the contents of the plate into the middle-aged woman's stomach.

"That's what it feels like, waiting for you to come home for a long time" said Bu Kanti as she pushed her plate away.

Bu Kanti could only bow her head, not daring to look at the face of the child and his daughter-in-law. The middle-aged woman was just busy playing her fingernails, making Arka and Aline throw eyes at each other in suspicion of Bu Kanto's unusual attitude.

"Mom, Mom told me the same story. Alu and Mas Arka will not be angry anyway." persuaded Aline gently, when Aline whispered that sentence, Bu Kanti only realized that the son-in-law was currently in a big pregnancy. The middle-aged woman's hand stretched out to touch Aline's distended stomach which already seemed so clear.

"Aline, are you pregnant, son?" asked Bu Kanti accompanied by a smile that expands on the lips.

"Yes, Mom. Thank God the age of the womb is eight months," replied Aline with a sparkling face.

"So, what's going on here, Mom?" Arka repeated her question earlier, Bu Kanti still did not answer. The middle-aged woman bit her lower lip, as if afraid that Arka would be wrathful after hearing the story coming out of her lips. However, because it continues to be urged, with the forced finally Bu Kanti told everything.

"Actually, Mother's house has been taken over by Mother's friends," said Bu Kanti who managed to make Arga's eyes widen.

"What does Mom mean?" The voice of Arka is rising. How could his house be taken over by someone else, this time doing what was done by the middle-aged woman.

"Wait-wait, do you mean our house was taken over by a friend of Mom's? How's the story, Mom? Why can you, what did you do?" Arka urged the mother to tell her the real events clearly.

The middle-aged woman's face looked frustrated, thinking about how to arrange a sentence so that the child did not get angry with her.

"So, I'm arisan. Keep the same friends Mother invited to play cards. Well, I bet money is abis. Then, my friend gave me the idea to mortgage the house. So I pawned a hundred million. It turns out I lost and couldn't pay."

"Continue?" cut the increasingly impatient Ark.

"Keep I was expelled, so I'm here to stay with you."

Arka kicked down the dining table in frustration. I can't stop thinking if my mom can do something silly like that. In fact, until losing their only place of residence. Aline who saw the look of anger on the husband's face immediately approached and gently stroked the two men's shoulders. She was afraid that Arka would do something bad to her mother.

"Already, Mas. Tomorrow morning let's discuss this issue, now let Mom rest first. It's night, pity, I must be tired waiting for us from the afternoon;" said Aline wisely. Arka nodded then sat down on the chair limply. While Aline escorted the middle-aged woman towards the guest room.

"Now I rest yes, let Aline try to talk to Mas Arka," said soft woman who was pregnant big.

"Thank you, Aline. You still want to accept Mom." A look of regret was clearly reflected on Bu Kanti's face, remembering how she used to treat her daughter-in-law. Aline smiled and nodded, and the woman came out of the room and went back to her husband, who was still sitting at the dinner table with a face full of anger.