Not the Dream Son-in-law
Remembering the past

"I'm sorry my family, Dek," my husband said. He sat on the edge of the bed, as if he was waiting for me to enter the room.

I just kept quiet and sat next to him.

"The kids are asleep, Deck?"

I nodded, "I'm wrong, Bang. I already knew there was no place for me in your house, I still forced myself to go there" I said with tears.

"Already, Deck. Don't take it for granted" he said again, looking at me.

"Look at you, Bang. Maybe your life wouldn't be like this, if you hadn't chosen to live with me..."

"What's wrong with me living with you, Dek. Akh..."

"My fault is poor, Bang. I'm not educated..."

"Stop blames herself, Dek. I'm happy living with you, I'm lucky to have a woman as good as you, Dek" Bang Rozi held my hand tightly.

"Come, Bang. I'm tired..."

"I'm sorry." he said as he took me in his arms, very comfortable.

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"What's your name, son?" ask the middle-aged woman. That woman is Bang Rozi's mother, the man who's been filling my days for the past year.

"Nurhayati, Buk," I replied, looking down in shame.

"Have you been close to Rozi?" ask again.

"Almost a year, Buk," I said slowly.

"It's been a while, too" he said again, nodding and looking at me closely.

"Still in college or already working?"

'Degh!' my heart was pounding at the words of his mother bang Rozi. How I want to answer it, let alone college, Junior High I did not finish. And every day my work is only to take care of Minah's children, when my brother is working.

"Yati's only at home, Mak. Momong. Counting the exercises, so that tomorrow is more proficient in parenting," said Bang Rozi with a sweet smile. I knew Bang Rozi like that to save me from his mother's question earlier.

"Oo.." said Bang Rozi's mother briefly.

"Where do you know him?" asked the mother again, more precisely bang Rozi's mother was interrogating me.

"Yati's house is in the next village, Mak. So, meet up often." Bang Rozi replied deftly.

"Near also yes, near where is your house Nak Yati?"

"This is Mr. Hardi's late son, Mak."

"Sir Har.di.di.. who is a cii.lok.." Bang Rozi's mother turned to me, probably asking for an answer.

I'm nodding. As soon as the look on Bang Rozi's mother's face changed, she seemed surprised to find out that I was the son of a lilok merchant

"Yes, you guys keep chatting. Mak's head is dizzy, want to rest first." Her mother bang Rozi left me and bang Rozi in the living room.

"What I'm going to do is go home, yes," I said hesitantly afraid that bang Rozi was uncomfortable.

"Cock for a moment, meet my other family has not," said Bang Rozi as if not received.

"But, Bang. It's late in the afternoon, Minah nyariin later." I reasoned.

"Yes, I called Mom first. Let Adek say goodbye," he said as he went to his mother's room.

Looking at the tea glass that was served by Bang Rozi's mother lying on the table. I took the initiative to drive him to the kitchen. But, while passing through a room adjoining the dining room. There was a chatter of bang Rozi and his mother saying my name.

"Come, Mak. Just a moment, Yati wanted a parting." Bang Rozi's voice whispered a little and was like begging his mother.

"No, absolutely not yes still not. If you want to go home, just go home" said Bang Rozi's mother, clearly heard in my ear. Maybe he intentionally raised his voice.

"Sir.toll..."

"Roz... Rozi. such a woman you want to make a wife..."

"Sir... Is it wrong Yati what?"

"So high school you Rozi, that's when you're still asking" said the mother loudly.

"I don't really understand the way of your mind..."

"Huh... You see Rozi, is Yati worth it to you, my son..."

"But, I love Yati, Mak."

"Foolish with your love. Mak doesn't agree that the poor, uneducated woman is your wife." Bang Rozi's mother's words just made my heart cut. My tears are flowing down my cheeks

'Drrrett! Drrrett! Drrrett!' the vibration of the cell phone blew my daydream. I lyrics to that Nokia-branded phone. On his gray screen it read 'form calling' yes, it was a phone call from my in-laws.

It was so bad I answered that phone call. If you do not think about it later bang Rozi who got scolded by mother. Especially if you find out the reason, HP bang Rozi left at home and I did not answer the call. It will be a long matter.

"Hello Mak, assalamualaikum," I said as I pushed the green button.

"Waalaikum salam, really long in his phone lift Yati," replied his mother with ketus.

"Sorry Mom, the HP voice was not heard..."

"Oh, that must be your reason. Where's Rozi?" ask with ketus. My heart hurts again, my mother always blames me.

"Go out, Mom, ' I replied in a soft voice.

"Yes already, say the same Rozi. Tomorrow morning Rido wants to leave, if you still consider Rido his brother tomorrow morning comes. After this either time, he could meet with Rido, "mom's message to my husband.

"Yes, nan..."

"Say also the same Rozi, if other people do not want to come to Mother's house, he does not follow, remember there is no such thing as a former brother, let alone a former biological mother."

I gasped at mother's words. Other guy? What does that mother mean to me?