My husband belongs to his mother
The arrival of the mother-in-law

" Mom's coming?" I asked Mas Hamdan this morning after we had breakfast.

" Yes, deck! it's the mas just want to get Mom to the station!"

I nodded in understanding and hurriedly cleaned the dining table.

My name is Joya Jasmine, I am 23 years old. Mas Hamdan is my husband, we got married two years ago, we are not far away, only 3 years old. Mas Hamdan is a gentle man, during my marriage I was very happy.

We have not been blessed with children, not procrastinating, but have not been trusted by God, even though we have not made it a burden of the mind, we still enjoy the beauty of our marriage, yes..you could say enjoy togetherness like a lover, only we enjoy it in a halal relationship.

This was my mother-in-law's first visit, during our marriage we lived in the house that my father gave me, usually Hamdan mas visiting his mother, I was also not very familiar with Ibu mas Hamdan, he said, because during my marriage only four times I was taken to visit the hometown of Hamdan mas.

" Deck, we're leaving first!"

I hurriedly approached Hamdan and kissed the back of his hand in reverence before Hamdan left with his four-wheeled vehicle.

The distance from the train station from home is only about 30 minutes, so it is not surprising when Hamdan returned after leaving for not two hours.

" Ashloraikum"

Hearing the sound of greetings, I immediately approached the Hamdan mas who was now holding the hand of a middle-aged woman who I knew was my mother-in-law.

" Waalaikumsalam" I answered while shaking his second hand.

" Into the Mom." I lead him to sit in our small living room, the house we live in is not big only has two rooms, kitchen, living room and a place to watch television.

Mas Hamdan's mother looks indifferent, maybe she's tired.

" And, I want to drink some fresh warm tea" My mother-in-law said as she glanced cynically at me.

" Yes Ma'am, Dek' Kok Mommy is not getting a drink!" as soon as Hamdan's voice rebuked me, I didn't forget to get a drink for Mom, only I thought she was sitting comfortably, then I will prepare a treat that I have prepared to welcome my husband's mother.

Not wanting Mom to wait for long, I hurriedly stepped into the kitchen.

After preparing some warm tea and some cakes that I made myself I hurriedly presented them to my mother-in-law.

There was no word from my mother-in-law, Madam Mas Hamdan immediately sipped the tea I made and enjoyed the cakes I served.

" Have you eaten?" my question is, Mom looks very greedy to enjoy the cake that I serve the goods when she is hungry, I also have prepared food for Mom.

" When on the train was there a restaurant?" the cynical tanya that made me gasp. That's not what I meant, I was just about to offer you a meal, but wanted to have a pleasantry first. Does he not like me? butwhy?.

I glanced at Mas Hamdan who was just silent, why did not Hamdan help me, at least explained to his mother if I had been far away to prepare for the arrival of this Mother.

Yes, even two days before Mom came here, I had made this - it was to welcome her, I did not want her to be disappointed in her first visit.

Immediately I took him to the dining table, me and Hamdan mas did not come to eat, because two hours ago we just ate.

" You're just the two of you, making so much food?" Ask me there is no hospitality at all.

I squeezed my hand, why does it seem like Madam Hamdan doesn't appreciate all my efforts.

" Hamdan would like fried chicken Mom, wife Hamdan does not like to be different menu, Joya likes to bersuah if again breakfast, while Hamdan likes fried-fried" after a full moon the sound of Mas Hamdan was just heard, but instead of understanding the words of Mother even like returning to blame me.

" So the wife does not be chatty, must be a pinter adjust, what the husband likes is aja eaten, if you think the fall is wasteful!"

" Oh yes, I will eat, then Hamdan nasehati Joya" said mas Hamdan softly, but enough to hurt my heart, what does it mean? so I can't cook what I like? there hasn't been an hour of Mom here I'm like I'm in jail.

" Hamdan doesn't like squid, why cook squid?"

" This is for Joya Ma'am. Mas Hamdan already Joya cuisine" I tried to answer as friendly as possible, his gaze was never friendly, I don't know what was wrong.

" So it was not nasehati to you.masak ngak need macem-macem, wis opo sing in like your husband that you eat!" I kept pushing until I was surprised.

" Hamdan." More confusing, I called Mas Hamdan instead.

" Yes, Mom." Mas Hamdan who seemed to have just finished bathing was shocked to hear the call of his mother

Some water still dripped from his hair, O Allah.His most surprised is he?

" Katae just wanted you to nasehati, natane kok still gini, Iki wasteful Lo "

Ibu mas Hamdan did come from Trenggalek East Java, it is not so fluent in Indonesian, but I still understand what I propose.

Mas Hamdan looked at me. Mas Hamdan most know if I have been wanting to eat squid for a few days, it is impossible because of his mother's reprimand, he would forbid me .

" Dek, smell it in the cook tomorrow, it's fried chicken already" he said that made me look up. I can't eat chicken, how can he forbid me to cook what I want to eat, anyways I who cook myself do not bother anyone.

Throughout dinner, I had no voice at all, I was heartbroken, I wiped my stomach, my desire to eat sweet sour squid I had to bury, along with the yawning of my hunger.

I just ate some bribes, then cleaned up the dining table, because my mother-in-law and Hamdan's been done since.

When washing dishes do not feel my tears dripping, I am an only child, all my wishes have always been prioritized by my parents, as well as by Mas Hamdan, but today...

" Deck." I hurriedly wiped my tears when I saw Hamdan approaching.

" Mommy said she'd stay with us, she'd be lonely living alone, you wouldn't mind, would you?"

O Allah.What does it mean to stay here? I'll answer, but Mother speaks first.

" Why don't you ask your wife Dan, she has to obey what her husband says"

Today I was shocked so many times, what if Mom lives here? it's only been a few hours that I've lost my freedom, how about forever.

My fear came true, one Sunday Mother in this house, everything changed, the state of the house changed, the food menu changed, the habits changed, even my husband changed.

" Joy, why are you so happy to argue with Mom?" ask Hamdan so recently came home from work. Moreover, this is God, what else did Mother bring to my husband?

And look, even the word deck is no longer spoken.

" i....

" Let me go back to Trenggalek aja Hamdan, the wife is sick of liking Mom here!"

I close my eyes tight, if this is how I will be blamed by Mas Hamdan.

" I'm sorry about Mom!" hamdan's voice was rising, an indisputable sign, while I still did not budge until Hamdan's voice returned.

" Do you want to be a bad wife?"

I cried in my heart, my life really changed, if a week ago I was always in the prime of pampering, now I'm not like babu.

Even after rudely forcing me to apologize, until the two days that I passed with a million wounds the man did not even go home, which I heard from Madam Hamdan went out of town, even now if there's anything, Hamdan will be more informing Mom. I was invisible and was not considered to be my existence.