Not the Perfect Wife
47. At Mother's house
"Assalamualaik." Yasna knocked on the door while shouting.
"Getishalam."
The door opened, looking Alina smilingly welcoming her son and daughter-in-law.
"You've come, come on, come in!"
"Where's the father, ma'am?" ask Yasna.
"Dad's gone to work."
"Why is Dad still working? I've asked you to stop working, why haven't you stopped?"
"Your father is stubborn, just like you."
Yasna snorted at her mother's sneer, her mother's solitude was much more stubborn.
"Aren't you home, Mom?"
"Not yet, he's out, he said he had a promise with his friends."
"Where do you work, Mom?" ask Emran.
"The oil company, as HRD," Alina replied. "Na, make a drink for your husband."
"No, Mom. Later if I'm thirsty can take it myself," refused Emran.
"Where can it be, hurry up, Na!"
"Yes, Mom." Yasna went to make drinks for her husband.
"Sir Emran, I'm asking you one thing, please don't hurt Yasna. She had suffered enough all this time, she had never told me anything she had experienced during her time as a wife, but I knew that if she suffered, she had always been humbled by her in-laws, because of her lack of a wife. If Nak Emran doesn't love her anymore, please turn her back to Mom well." Alina shed tears as she said so.
Emran approached Alina and grabbed her hand. "Mom, don't talk like that, I'll try to make Yasna happy, I just pray for us that our household be blessed. I'm sure Mom's prayer will be answered."
"Mom will always pray for you."
"What's wrong? why are you crying?" ask Yasna who just came out.
"There's nothing" replied Alina.
"Nothing, why are you crying?"
"Here you go, you go with your husband, I'll make a cake, you'll take it home." Alina goes into the kitchen leaving Yasna with her husband.
"Mas, what's wrong?"
"There's nothing. Come on, I'll help you pack your things."
Yasna still wanted to know what her husband and mother were talking about, to make her mother cry, but it seemed like neither mother nor her husband wanted to explain.
Yasna entered her room followed by Emran, a simple room that was only half her husband's room. They put Yasna's clothes and other necessities into the suitcase and bag.
"Mas, don't we pick up the kids?"
"So I called Mr. Hari to pick them up."
"We went home in the afternoon, Mom. All the same saying, Dad, I haven't met my father."
"Yes, it's up to you." Emran lay his body on the bed, he felt his body was very tired.
Yasna stuffed her makeup kit into a small bag.
"Alhamdulillah, it's over, Mas ....
Yasna's words stopped when she saw Emran who had fallen asleep, she smiled when she saw the husband was comfortable in his house, but when compared to the house of Emran, very far difference.
Yasna, along with Emran, hugged her husband from the side, something that would become her habit from now on. They eventually fell asleep until the afternoon.
In the afternoon Hilman came home from the office, he saw there was a car Emran parked in front of the house, he was sure the son and daughter-in-law must have come. Gibran, his wife and children have also arrived.
"Dad see Emran's car ahead, ma'am, but the house is quiet."
"They're behind, again Gibran and his family, you better take a bath first."
Hilman nodded and passed towards the room, while Alina made warm tea for her husband, a habit Hilman always did after work.
"How long have you known my sister?" ask Gibran.
"About five months ago" replied Emran.
"You're new to him, why are you so sure you want to marry him? Aren't you afraid that he just wants to use you?"
"Never hurt her, there's enough men to make her cry."
"I'll try to make her happy."
"Mas, Afrin's at the cry home go on, go home, yuk!" take Yasna.
"Crying why?" ask Emran.
"He's been looking for me from earlier."
Emran sighed, as long as he was his father never once did Afrin cry for looking for him, but why is it that now that Yasna is not home she cries? Isn't that overkill? He cannot be alone with his wife.
"Alright, come!"
They go into the room, they will shower first and prepare to go home. Yasna hasn't wanted to go back yet, she still misses her brother, but she already has responsibilities at home.
They came out of the room looking for Yasna's father and mother to say goodbye.
"You guys want to go home? Dad just came, why don't you eat first?"
"No need, Mom! At Afrin's house, I cry" Yasna refused.
"Next time bring your granddaughter here."
"Yes, Mom."
"You want to go home?" ask Hilman who just came out.
"Yes, Dad." Yasna hugged her father.
"Take care of yourself, obey your husband, don't argue with him as long as it's still on the right path" whispered Hilman who can still be heard by everyone.
Yasna just nodded in her father's arms.
"Thank you, Dad has taught Yasna well until now," said Yasna who was also embraced by his father, he took off his arms and turned to Gibran and others, the last he hugged his mother, he hugged his mother, parents and friends for Yasna.
"Thank you, Mom, for everything I gave Yasna, I'm going to miss you so much."
"If you miss, come! Bring your grandchildren along."
"Surely, I'll bring them here."
"This is a cake for your family, I made a lot of it on purpose."
"Thank you, Mom. You shouldn't be tired of making it."
Emran greets Yasna's entire family one by one, much of the advice he gets from them. Emran was happy, the Yasna family already considered his children, as grandchildren and pats for them.
Emran and Yasna leave their parents' house, there is sadness in Yasna's heart when she leaves the house, but as much as she can bear, she does not want to make Emran worry.
"Next time we visit again." Emran seemed to understand what Yasna was thinking.
"Yes, Mum."
Emran knows it must have been hard for Yasna to leave those who loved her dearly.
"I'm surprised Afrin, she's never been like this, she's never been looking for me crying, but why is she overreacting now?"
"Mas envious of me?"
"No."
"Really?"
"No."
Yasna laughed at hearing that, Emran just shook his head.
'Stay like this, I just want to see your laughter, not your sadness, ' said Emran.
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