My Dear Fussy Husband
Call from Umma

Nadin was busy staring at the television screen. These days, women love to watch cooking shows. Nadin will practice what he has seen.

It was so happy for Nadin to be able to cook every day for her husband. Especially now that the menu is getting varied. Getting a good response and praise from the Guard increasingly makes Nadin spirit.

"Well! Cook the roasted chicken!" nadin cheer spirit. The woman hurriedly tightened the volume of the television. Directly staring at the focus on the screen.

Just a few minutes Nadin noticed the cooking show. The phone ringing sounds pretty loud. With a little bit of nadik grabbed his miik phone. After reading the name listed there. Nadin immediately shrank the volume of the television.

After that, the blue button on the screen. No wait long a woman's face similar to Nadin plastered clearly there.

"Assalamualaikum Umma" said Nadin.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. What are you again?" The woman seemed to squint her eyes to observe more clearly Nadin's face. "Aren't you, Nad?" ask Halimah.

Nadin smiled faintly. "Nadin's watching TV again. Um what else?"

"Why are you getting so skinny?" ask Halimah again.

"Do not know, the same feeling," replied Nadin relaxed.

Halimah sounded out sighing. The middle-aged woman who was holding the house negligee seemed to be silent for a moment. This made Nadin wonder.

"Well, does anyone want Umma to talk?" ask Nadin.

Halimah seemed to think for a moment before staring at Nadin from the phone screen. "What are you talking to Miss Anita?" ask Halimah directly at the point.

Nadin furrowed his brows in confusion. Feeling less understood by his mother's intentions. "What do you mean by Umma? Nadin did not understand," said Nadin.

"Yesterday Umma happened to meet Bu Anita in the park. Suddenly he was angry with Umma. He said Umma lied to him" explained Ms. Halimah. "While Umma himself felt he did nothing. You must be talking a no-no, right?" ma'am Halimah accused Nadin.

The young woman was increasingly confused by Halimah's words. The brain with the low capacity he has is trying to digest what he hears. As a result, a possibility accidentally passed in Nadin's head.

"Isn't Umma talking weird?" ask Nadin lirih. Actually, he felt a little scared too. But I don't feel welcome if I'm blamed.

"How come you're accusing Umma?" tanya Halimah did not accept.

"Umma used to tell Mama that Nadin works at the office, right?" ask Nadin. "Maybe that's what you're having trouble with" the girl continued.

At his house Halimah was silent. The woman recalled the moment of her meeting with Anita. Sure enough, Halimah said that her second child worked in the office. Is it possible that his irony is taking issue with that?

"What's wrong with Umma's words?" ask Halimah.

Nadin sighed softly. "Nadin doesn't know either" the woman replied. Lazy explained what Anita was concerned about. Nadin knows the length of his business if until Halimah knows that his mother-in-law feels unacceptable if Nadin is not a career woman.

"You must keep your attitude, Nad," said Halimah suddenly after a moment of silence. "You know, your parents and the Guard have been close friends for a long time. Do not let because of bad behavior you make the atmosphere so bad," continued Halimah.

At first Nadin looked at Halimah with a look of disbelief. Halimah could have spoken like that to Nadin. However, as much as possible Nadin controls his emotions.

"Nadin will always keep his attitude" replied Nadin.

"Said Miss Anita you don't want to go to college?" ask Halimah again. "Why are you, Nad? From the first time told to go to college it was very difficult," said Halimah.

Nadin was silent with a blank look. It feels lazy to face Halimah. In every conversation Nadin will definitely continue to be cornered.

"Nadin also had Umma's reasons" Nadin argued. The woman's voice sounded softly with a sad face.

Halimah looked down at Nadin. "Lazy excuse, right?" halimah. "From childhood you are lazy to learn. Usually just disturb Umma in the kitchen," continued Halimah with a surprised face. As if he had not thought through his son's mind.

Nadin's clear eyes began to glaze over. The girl straightened her eyes on Halimah. "Why has Umma always wronged me without wanting to find out first" Nadin murmured.

"What do you want to find out? It's all clear," replied Halimah ketus.

"Umma never loved me, did he?" tuding Nadin's. The figure of Halimah who always judges him makes Nadin think so. His voice began to shake. With all his might Nadin held back his tears.

"Speak what you are, Nad!" sentak Halima. The beautiful face with a soothing look was staring at Nadin with fused eyebrows.

"Speak the facts" replied Nadin with his own face. "From the beginning I never felt the love of Umma" Nadin's great-grandson.

The middle-aged woman shook her head. "That's what you're talking about!" jakak Halimah with sharpened eyes. "It could be this big if it wasn't for Umma's affection for what?" ask Halimah again.

Nadin began to wipe his tears violently. The girl switched the phone screen so as not to face towards him. "But Nadin did not get the kayak that Mas Dikta got," Nadin fought with a hoarse voice.

"What do you mean, huh!?" ask Halimah. "You think Umma and Abah have been favoritism all this time?" tanya Halimah.

"You always have to be kind" replied Nadin.

"Kok now you dare to talk like this the same Umma!" halimah's reply was unacceptable. His pride as a parent was scratched by Nadin's speech. Where there are parents who want to be called favoritism.

"Umma and Abah are trying their best to give you both the best! You can say your parents are loving" Halimah said with a sharp look. "Try here look at your face! Don't dodge, yes, Nad!" challenge Halimah because her phone screen only shows a white wall.

"Umma I'm tired," Nadin whined complete with his crying voice.

"Umma is also tired of your behavior all this time," Halimah's reply sounded like issuing her wrath.

"Umma," Nadin said. The woman was disturbed by Halimah's words. "Kok Umma said that?"

"You think Umma's not tired all this time, Nad? Every day Umma eat the same heart your behavior. Umma and Abah just want you to go to a smart school! But every day you always argue with us," said the woman issued what she had been damning.

"It is up to you to consider what Umma like," continued Halimah in a resigned tone.

In his silence Nadin smothered his own mouth. The girl muffled the sobbing that just kept coming out. There is a sense of tightness when you hear the word for word Halimah says.

"You're not delaying having a child, are you, Nad?"

Hearing that question brought Nadin's focus back. The woman rubbed the rough beautiful face that was full of tears. Back at the camera to his face. "Not really Umma. Nadin and Mas Dana were struggling," Nadin replied with a smile on display.

Seeing that red face with those eyes certainly made Halima speechless. "Umma hurt you too much?" ask Halimah. His tone this time sounded calmer.

Nadin nodded slowly. "No" he answered briefly.

"Umma hope you get pregnant soon, Nad," said Halimah with a pause. "The reason for Ms. Anita's spirit to match her son solely in order to immediately have grandchildren. Umma do not want you to be treated badly because you have not yet conceived," continued Halimah with a serious face.

Nadin just nodded at his mother's words. He knows his position now. Without having to be told Nadin also understood. The only way to take back Anita's heart is to immediately conceive a Guard child.

"Message Umma is only one. Take care of Abah's good name. Take care of your behavior, do not make your parents again feel embarrassed," said Halimah again.

"Yes" replied Nadin briefly.

Feeling that there was nothing to talk about again Halimah immediately closed the call. "Umma shut. Assalamualaikum," he said.

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Nadin just threw out his phone. The girl covered her face with both hands. Her sorrowful cry sounded heartbreaking in this room.

With a cry that had not subsided Nadin began to raise his head. His clear eyes that were now continuously letting out tears were scouring the entire room.

"Tight whiny," Nadin said in a quivering voice.

Both of his hands clenched tightly. With a swift movement one punch struck his own chest. Because not satisfied Nadin again hit the other body part.

The woman continued to roar. Evaporates a sense of tightness that can somehow be this torture. "Mas Dana," whined Nadin.

His long black hair did not escape from Nadin's hands. Over and over again the woman grabbed her own hair hard.

"Please, I don't want to fuss over this anymore" Nadin said weakly.

For the last one. Nadin pulled his long hair until a few strands of hair were left in his hand. His slender body trembled with tears still outwards.

"I can't make Mas Dana sad" Nadin muttered as he realized his actions would only make the Guard hurt.

Nadin's right hand slowly stretched out to grab his phone. Now only the Guard had Nadin in mind. Her husband would be sad if Nadin did not come out of this black hole.

"Hey! What's up, Nadin?"

Nadin rubbed his tears violently. The woman bit her inner lips to muffle the sound.

"Nadin," call the Guard slowly. "What's wrong? Any problems at home? You're all right, aren't you?" ask the Guardians. The man was very worried about his wife.

"So Umma called, Mas," Nadin fought.

Hearing Nadin's hoarse voice instantly made the Guard understand. The woman is fighting this time. "Let's tell it at home, shall we?" bargain Guard soft.

"Yes" replied Nadin slowly. "I was waiting for Dana."

The guard shouted for a moment. The man immediately thought about what Nadin had done earlier. Whether the woman did something dangerous again or not.

"Before Umma calls you again what?" ask Garda to distract.

"Watch a cooking show" replied Nadin innocently.

"Well! What's the recipe, Nad?" response of the enthusiastic Guard.

In front of the television screen, Nadin smiled. The girl focused her gaze on the screen. "So cook grilled chicken, now vegetable," replied Nadin enthusiastically.

"Burning chicken is good, Nad. I've been a long time, you know, not eating grilled chicken" Garda said.

"Mas want me to make it!?" asked Nadin with enthusiasm.

"Of course you will" replied the Guard.

"If that's what I made grilled chicken today," Nadin said.

"Yes, but if you mind. Cook it easy. The roasted chicken we will buy," said Garda.

"But I want to try" said Nadin.

"Yes" answered the Guard.

"When I go to the market, huh, Mom? Want to shop all the streets," permission Nadin full of hope.

"Can't! You want to tell me later?" the Guard said firmly. Since the incident in the square some time ago the Guard has not returned to trust Nadin.

"I'll be careful!" nadin is sure.

The guard weighed in for a moment. It is not better if Nadin is busy with his affairs and forget for a moment what is lodged in the woman's head.

"Be careful but, yes!" said Garda. "You'll just take a taxi online. Wear a covered shirt. Don't dance and then even teased by guys."

"Yes my husband," replied Nadin in a spoiled tone.

"Remember if you want to cross see right-left. When you finish shopping, go home and let me know. Careful, yes, Nad. I'm really worried about taking you off."