Not the Perfect Wife
296. S2 - Take to the city
"That's Afrin, Mother?" ask Nayla.
"Yes." Yeah."
"Have you met Khairi's mother?" ask Nayla. He already found out from Yasna this morning.
"Had, Mother had just spoken to him."
"How's the guy, Mommy?"
"It looks good, it's still pretty too. Hopefully she can love Afrin like her own daughter."
As a parent Yasna was always afraid that Afrin would get a fierce in-law and always look for his mistakes, as he had. He would not be willing if his daughter was treated like that. Enough of him to feel, not his son and daughter-in-law.
"Sure, Mother. Afrin has always been kind to anyone and she will be surrounded by good people" Nayla said, trying to give her in-laws peace of mind.
"Amin, hopefully," said Yasna. "Oh, yes, Nuri's check it out tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, Mother. His physique is stronger. Yesterday it fell, thank God, he's fine. Not even a fever."
"Thank God, then."
Nuri has been on alternative medicine for a month. This is a recommendation from Aydin's co-worker. At first, she hesitates, but Nayla tries to persuade her husband to try. He was sorry to see his daughter who had limited her space of movement.
As a mother, Nayla knew that Nuri wanted to play with other children, but everyone was forbidden. They were afraid that a child would do something to the little girl and make her sick. However, now Nayla can be a little relieved because there are developments for her daughter.
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"Assalamualaik."
"Waalaikumsalam" said Wulan. "Non Afin! please come in."
"No need, Ma'am. I want to go straight to my mother's house. I just want to bring this food. Maybe we'll stay there tonight, we'll go home tomorrow. That's also if Ibu Nur and Laily want to come home with us to the city."
"Yes, Non. I've understood. I also agree that Bu Nur lives in the city. He has suffered enough to live in this village."
"Yes, Mother. Thank you for the advice" said Afrin. "This, make Sister Wulan a family. Then I'll say goodbye."
"Thank you, Non. You've been very good. May God make matters easier for Miss."
"Together and thank you for it."
Afrin said goodbye and immediately left Wulan's house. They walked back to Bu Nur's house. Khairi whispered with Mr. Hari and asked him to find a hotel. He couldn't possibly take the driver from his in-laws to stay at his mother's house. The man knew how tormented it was to sleep on the floor on a mat.
As soon as she arrived at Bu Nur's house, a woman was standing on the terrace. His hands and neck were filled with gold. Many say it's a walking gold shop.
"Assalamualaikum" said Bu Nur.
"Waalaikumsalam, sorry, Ms. Nur. I'm here to collect the rent, Mom's been three months behind. How many more months will you pay?" ask the woman haughtily. He also stared cynically at Bu Nur as if underestimating her.
Khairi sighed. The house almost collapsed this turned out to be a contract. Why did his mother choose to live here? Why not find a more suitable contract? Back again for the money and it made him more guilty.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Meli, but I'm having my son. Tomorrow I'll come to Mommy Meli's house."
"To my house! Wh-wh-what for? To ask for more relief? I am tired of that word. Better, Miss Nur, stay in the mosque, there is no need to pay. Not having money just pretentious to stay contracted," said Bik Meli with a cynical tone.
The heavy and firm voice that came out of the man's lips made the fur of Meli crouching. Same with the others who were there. Afrin knew that even an emotional Khairi could only rub her husband's shoulders.
"Mas, take mom and Laily in, let me finish it" Afrin said at last.
She did not want her husband to do anything and invited the attention of the citizens. They only came to the guest so, the woman was afraid of being expelled. Khairi nodded and brought his mother and sister in.
"Sorry, Mom. What's the total of all my mother's rent?" ask Afrin gently.
The woman opened the book and showed it to Afrin. "Actually 600,000, but because Bu Nur was late to be fined every month fifty thousand. It's all 750,000."
Afrin opened his bag and gave him a hundred thousand as many as eight pieces. The woman named Meli also received and counted it. He immediately put it in the bag, without giving her change.
"Sorry, Mom. My money still has fifty thousand in return" said Afrin, who tried to remain polite.
"You, right, rich! That money is nothing. Usually the rich people are so, right, if you pay something do not ask for change," said Ms. Meli arrogantly.
"That's someone else, Mom, not me. For me it is better that I put the money in the mosque box, which can give a bed for free," Afrin said following Meli's remarks. "Rather than giving it to Mom who can't be polite to my mom" she continued
Ms. Meli opened the bag again and gave her change roughly. The woman was upset by Afrin's attitude. After that he left without saying a single word making the wife of Khairi shake her head.
Afrin went into the house and joined them all.
"Has Miss Meli gone home, son?" ask Nur to his son-in-law.
"Here you go, ma'am, just now" replied Afrin.
"He didn't hurt Brother, did he?" ask Laily.
"No, do you usually hurt?" ask Afrin.
"It is not physically painful, but our hearts are hurting" Laily replied in annoyance.
"Laily, it's not good like that. Ms. Meli behaved like that because we are late in paying the rent," said Nur.
"Stay still, Mom. He should be able to take care of our feelings, not at all insult us" said Laily.
"Already, do not be stored in the liver, it will even become a liver disease. Brother already paid the rent, really!" sahut Afrin's.
"Why bother, son," interrupted Nur who felt bad.
"No hassle, Mom. It is precisely Mas Khairi and I intend to bring Mother and Laily to the city to live there."
Nur and Laily were surprised to hear that. They never thought about going to town. Especially the middle-aged woman, considering how the past had once hurt her so much. By the time he had forgotten his heartache, the son wanted to bring him back.
While Laily was confused as to what to answer, he also once wanted to live in the city. Not to live with his brother or father, but to work like any other friend. In her village, many girls choose to work in the city as ART. There are also those who work in the company as office girls.
"Yes, Mom. You want to, right, live in the city? Mom and Laily will be staying in my apartment. I will visit there often. It's not that I don't want to stay with Mom, it's just that I have to keep Mama Merry feeling," Khairi said with a lowered head. He also felt bad about his mother, but the man had to be honest from now on.
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