My Mother-in-law's Bad Prejudice
7. my husband's side job..

after the events of the anniversary that year I deliberately closed the access to communication with my family-in-law.not because of revenge but I feel already discouraged..

since then my husband is also now so rarely on time to go home. sometimes if he is on the night shift he just returned home at 15:00 the next day. maybe because of that incident he knew that I could not go to his mother's house again, so every time he went home from work he would stop by his mother's place and rest there..

although I did not like my mother and my brothers-in-law, I never forbade my husband to go to his mother's house. let alone incite my husband to hate his mother and brothers, but I never forbade my husband to go to his mother's house, I keep my boundaries.Let them be hostile with me as long as my husband does not also be hostile with them.because even the blood relationship is thicker when compared to water..

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"assalamualaikum. good afternoon to my father's two favorite women.". said my husband when he went into rumh and saw us in the tv room..

"walaikumsalam. waaaaa khaira that father come home son".we dissolve in the warm interaction of our little family.I let khaira invite his father to play. because I'm sure. the father must have rested at his mother's place earlier..

I just mngamati khaira and his father was playing. Either only my feelings. from the look on my husband's face see if he was very tired and sleepy.. but if he reached the slalu house with his tired and sleepy face. then the day he ran out right where his mother used him for what ??

my mind is always saying words everywhere.I take a deep breath and throw it away slowly.I want to feel like I'm looking for clarity.. I have to be patient because if we do something that is investigative not at the right time, there could be a commotion..

"khaira, let's play with her mother.her father wants to rest". I took khaira from my husband's gang and put it on a round bike that he used to use to make him walk.

"this is well at the first meal. Daddy must be hungry, right??". I gave a plate of rice complete with side dishes to my husband.

"lapar is very dear. thank you very much attention as a wife. ibun know aja klau father dri pgi blum eat anything".

suddenly my curious soul thrashed. if he had not eaten from morning.then where was he all day ?? is it possible that at his mother's house he was not fed ?? but if he wasn't fed why didn't he come home ?? did he not know that I was preparing food for him. Then why should he hold his hunger all day ??

my mind continues to adventure..

"pelan2 eat it well. no one asked for it". I said with a smile.

"dad is very hungry bun. plus the mother cooked very good.this is just dad want to add.." he stood carrying his plate to the back and returned with the plate that was fully filled again. with a smile, he sat down next to me..

"in this world the luckiest father, can a wife who is a complete package.beautiful, kind, loving, diligent, smart cook and smart also to please her husband".

"issss padlock !! eh wrong means dreadlocks." I said while pinching his stomach..

"auuuhh sick tau. but mother likes kaaann..??" he said with a voice like a mock..

"that's it !! sokan muji-muji. turns out to be a lie". I put my lips together like a sulking..

"real loh dear.. if boongan for what father laboriously work from night until afternoon like this ?? yes to return the kindness and sincerity of mother with father laa dear??".

"haaaaahhhh jobaa ??