Not the Dream Son-in-law
POV mom

"Do, it looks like Rozi won't be here. Inter Yati home gih, dizzy mother's head to see her children who do not want to be silent," I ordered Rido. Yes, want to wait especially, the meal is finished, the equipment and the house is back kinclong. If it's Rozi, let Yati bring the rest of the chicken gulai home for him.

I don't know why Rozi didn't come. When he was on the phone Rido he said yes would come.

"Well, Mom," said my proud son obediently.

Rido went back to Yati. Yati was busy wiping the stove table that had been splashed with oil when cooking.

"Eh, Om. Can you take us home?" ask Yati to Rido. The perfect fit, Rido back was willing to say that.

"Yes, Brother. Let me take you."

"Oh yes, Ti. Just bring the rest of the chicken gulai home. For Rozi and your children" I told Yati.

"Well, Mak," Yati said, nodding. Let all the leftovers Yati brought home. In this house, no one will want to go anymore. If in the house of Yati, all will be lost by his children.

"We go home, Mom" Yati told me.

"Yes" I replied briefly.

Yati and her children get into Rido's car. Finally coming home to them, really dizzy I saw the behavior of the Rozi children. Somehow Yati and Rozi were teaching their children, so like that, very naughty and never want to be silent. Unlike Raffa always play with tablets. Where if you eat Yati and Rozi children are greedy for mercy.

"Have they gone home, Mommy?" ask Airin out of his room.

"It."

"Thank God" said Airin, "So I don't have appetite, Mom. Hearing the snot of Ilham pulled into his nose, iii.." Rido's wife shuddered amusedly. Maybe imagine what happened at that meal.

"That's so inspiring, Rin. Snots."

"No treatment times Mak, same mother," said Airin also.

"Maybe, it's up to him, Rin. Mak is also tired of saying that Yati, stop baby. Uh, still bunting. But look at the evidence, he himself is worried about it. Untreated sick child, in order to heal himself like that..."

"Eh...Where's raffa, Rin?" tanyaku. From that moment on, I didn't see my grandson.

"In the room, Mom. I deliberately told him in the room, later broken again my son's tablet in the hands of the bad boys. It was only repaired yesterday, too" Airin explained. True too, those children would not dare to enter the room.

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Three days Rozi never came to this house. I called him unanswered. The roof of the chicken coop is leaking, I'd like to ask him to fix it. Where is the boy?

"You go to Bang Rozi's house, Mak," he answered briefly.

"Yes told me your brother, Mak sent him here, actually the rooftop chicken coop..."

"Bang Rido's going to be Mak, tuuuh," pointed Resti at Rido who was sitting on the living room sofa and looked fun playing his phone. It was so exciting that both hands of Rido held the flat object and both thumbs of Rido danced on it.

"Eh, how could your brother Rido do such a job. He'll get used to sitting behind a desk, counting the money coming in," I said firmly, convection entrepreneurs kok in order to actually leak the roof, yes do not connect. If Rozi was already used to working rough like that.

"Not so, too, Mother," said Resti.

"Just say the same Rozi, if he's not at home say the same Yati. Have him deliver to Rozi..."

"Yes, Mom. Iyaaaa," said Resti while out of the house.

"Eh... Resti, wait!" myrag.

"Otherwise, Mother?"

"Wait a minute" I said as I hurried to the kitchen.

"Take this for your brother's children." I handed over the bag of crackles I brought to Resti.

"What is this, Mama?" ask Resti anyway. Take this child, so many questions.

"Bakwan," I answered briefly.

"Bakwan? Let's not let this be the one we made last night, Mom..."

"Yes, but I've been hot. It's still good," I explained.

"No ah, what a pity Mak gave the children bang Rozi bakwan the rest of last night. That's my mother's grandchildren, not the garbage hole," said Resti with his rent, he returned the crackle to my hands. Resti's words just now really made my ears hot.

"Have brought it, then it's all over there, too" I said, handing the crackle back to his hands.

"No!' yelling Resti while denying the crackle containing the bakwan, then he climbed on a motorcycle.

"Resti!" yells annoyed. But, Resti kept riding his motorcycle without caring about my screams.