My in-laws are like my madam
Chapter 11: Feeling weird

That night I couldn't sleep, I finished dinner, I sat in the house waiting for Faisal to come home from work because he said he came home at about eight in the evening. But it's nine o'clock in the evening. Suddenly a notification came into my phone.

[pity mas munkin late to go home because there is additional work at the office must be completed tonight ]

[yes, don't forget dinner ]

Reply me

[yes baby you sleep first do not have to wait for you to go home ]

[well mas ]

Hahh.kuh exhale violently. Tumben mas Faisal was late thinking I was feeling weird. I went into the house and sat in the family room, I turned on the television to drive away my boredom. While watching me surf in the virtual world see my friend's story. Tired of opening social media I see stories on my whatshap. I accidentally saw my brother-in-law's story uploading a photograph of their home. But there was something strange I saw that picture, like the back of my husband wearing his work shirt this morning. I saw my brother-in-law's status an hour ago.

I was wondering why there was a photo of Faisal at his mother's house while he said he was overtime. Without a second thought I took the keys and drove down the highway to my mother-in-law's house. Thirty minutes I was there, I saw in the distance a young woman sitting next to my husband, no matter who I was. They were so happy to laugh together so were my brother-in-law and in-laws. Looks like she really likes that woman.

I parked my bike under a big tree near a neighbor's house. I walked up to my father who had just come out of my house, lucky that I was wearing a hijab and mask so no one hit me.

"sorry sir, I want it" I said intercepting the father.

"yes, what do you want?

"i saw my father come out of the house, what is it why the house is so crowded is anyone sick?

"oh no one is sick, I just deposited money on Mr. Susanto, and they happened to be arriving guests.

Answer the father.

"oh I guess someone's sick sir, if you may know who their guests are tonight sir?

"i also don't know neng, but what I heard earlier was that Murni called the young woman his new potential daughter-in-law, he said he wanted to be betrothed to his son Faisal. It was strange that I knew Faisal was married" the father said honestly.

"So, sir, is Faisal there too, sir?

"there was neng, he was sitting near the woman neng" the father replied pointing at them.

"thank you sir"

"yes neng, I pwegi first yes"

I just answered the father. How limp my knees can no longer stand. My father-in-law was looking for honey for me. I'm back in my shit parked under a tree. I drive my bike home, my heart really hurts, why Faisal was not honest with me if he wanted to meet the woman of his mother's choice.

At eleven o'clock I arrived at my house. I locked the door and went into the room. I sobbed to remember my mother-in-law's words this afternoon. "what am I so good that my mother-in-law wanted to find honey for me to find a young wife for my husband? Am I wrong if I am not pregnant at this time? What is the nature of the woman should be able to give birth and be considered as a son-in-law in her husband's family? Really question after question I can't answer".

I slowly closed my eyes but late I didn't fall asleep. I heard the sound of my husband's footsteps coming home and opening the door. I pretended to sleep I wiped the remaining tears on my cheeks, I wanted to see how my husband reacted, whether he wanted to be honest with me or not. Mas Faisal went into the bathroom, not long after he came out using sleeping pajamas. In the kiss of my forehead, she lay down beside me.

*****

That morning, as usual, I took dirty clothes in the basket to wash them. My husband came out of the bathroom I saw his handsome face so fresh.

"go home and a half, baby, sorry to keep you waiting"

I just smiled wryly in response. I'm waiting for him to speak honestly, but it looks like he won't.

"kok tumben mas until late at night his home? Usually it's ten o'clock at most" I said to lure him into speaking the truth.

"yes, unfortunately, there was a sudden job to be completed that night" replied Faisal who was sheathing his shirt.

"oh yes mas, kirain mas go where? I said with my lips.

"sad you suspect the same?

"want to be suspicious, but what is this? I said she was wearing a light blue shirt with a woman's lipstick on.

Mas Faisal seemed to respond to my words. "honey it.that last night accidentally mas employees walked behind the mas when out of the office to eat. And when the mas stopped he didn't notice it and hit the mas from behind. Munkin lipstick nempel dikemja mas" Faisal answered smoothly lying.

I nodded my head in understanding. "you've already begun to dare to lie mas, where there was hit from behind a sticky lipstick on the arm. The reason you didn't make sense" my mind stared at the shirt and passed into the kitchen.

Mas Faisal followed me into the kitchen, and we absorbed together. I still put on my pouting face.

"sad you don't have to frown that her beauty will be gone"

"don't be lazy" I replied with a tone of judes.

"sad mas sorry yes if mas has made you upset, mas do not mean anything and mas also will not maxam-magis out there, promise deh" said Faisal holding my hand.

"mas loves you so much that you don't have to be afraid and jealous.

"yes, I believe in you"

"honey this afternoon you did not send lunch to mas ya"

"why mas?

"this afternoon I want to meet clients outside like a restaurant"

"oh, good mas" I just said it. Faisal and I continued our absorption.

"it's a pity this month's salary, you just shop alone first yes, mas can not accompany you.

"yes" I answered with a smile and then I saw the money in the envelope. The nominal is still the same. Monthly money given Faisal mas enough for our daily needs, the rest I can keep in case if needed in the future without my husband's knowledge.

That afternoon I went shopping to the city to fill the kitchen needs. After shopping, I stopped by the cafe just to quench my thirst. From a distance where I was sitting I saw the posture of someone who was very familiar sitting alone as if waiting for someone. I hurried to put my glasses on and put on my mask. Before long came a woman dressed sexy very seductive faith men.

I saw the woman approaching the man's desk and they were cipika cipiki. I can't hear what they're saying. So I'm going to move seats.

Seriate