Pamite
3. Mother-in-law Sucks

I do homework by thinking about how I can earn more. The need is increasingly expensive, in addition to Alif already school, will definitely need a lot of costs. I can not rely on money from Anang mas and also money from my sale only. I'm worried that someday there will be an urgent need and I have no savings. Debt is not the best option, as it will definitely lead to my reduced monthly allowance.

"Yes." While I was busy with a pile of un-ironed clothes I heard my mother-in-law yelling from the porch.

It's his habit to yell my name. And it's been confirmed that he went to my house just to ask for something.

I continued my activities without looking at what else answered his screams.

"Mom asked for rice to eat Fadil. Mother's rice ran out, but it's been nitip rice to your husband really." As usual, mother asked permission first but her hand kept moving to pick up the rice and dishes even though the request was not confirmed.

"Not all the dishes ma'am?" I deliberately offered to mean to insinuate. But it seems my innuendo is mental in his ears.

"What are you cooking?" ask me by opening my dining table.

I just looked around without answering. I don't know why my mother-in-law seems to have a very thick face. He had no shame at all, often asked for what I had but, if I needed anything he would close his eyes, mouth and ears. Let me not be, my son he never touched. From my son Alif to Anin, he never carried them.

"What do you do not cook vegetables every day? Once cooking chicken is okay, Yu. Make a son with your husband."

"Mom forgot or should I remind you? How can I cook chicken or cook delicious if the income of Mas Anang alone must be divided also by mother. Indeed, mother can if given money two hundred thousand per month cook chicken? If for me the important children can eat mom, my husband also never protested I often cook simple vegetables. What I cook is not garbage, there is a nutrient. Maybe mas Anang also realized himself did not ask for a good meal because of giving money that is not how." I replied in a soft and gentle tone.

Like I said at the beginning. I have always respected my husband and my mother-in-law. After all, they are the ones who are willing to take my life. Once again I emphasize, I do not mean to be insolent with him. I'm just a normal human being who has a point where I feel tired and bored with my mother's behavior.

I don't care what my mother-in-law thinks. Honestly, I'm sick of all this. Always giving up and always being blamed. I respect him does not mean I have to keep giving up and be quiet. It's been enough for almost seven years that my marriage was stepped on like this. I need to voice what is the burden of my life and my heart. Otherwise I could be the list of new people who fill the mental hospital beds.

"Geez Yu, you should be grateful to have a husband like Anang. He never asked you for this. Look at how you look like other mothers. Fortunately, you have a mother's child. Not that you always complain about what Anang gives." Either I heard wrong or my beloved mother-in-law's mouth must be beaten with a coconut grater.

"I'm very grateful that you have Mas Anang, if I'm not grateful I might not still be here. This mother is. And for the appearance of me who lost far with our neighbors, yes it was clearly ma'am. Other young mothers are given more money to take care of themselves, to the salon, vacation, me time. They also do not take care of children alone. Their mothers help mom, whether just carrying when her mother is dancing or shopping. Is my life like that, Mom? I can also be like them if I'm given the materials, the time and the container." I answered casually while continuing to rub the clothes. I didn't look up at Mom at all. Maybe now his face is very upset and could be flushed holding back anger.

Finished with a pile of clothes, I immediately cleaned my son's house and toys. In a moment, Anang will definitely go home and the children are still playing with their friends.  Let them shower a little late, not every day.

Finish with home and dish washing. I sat myself down on the floor with a spoon. The tiredness that I feel every day, in fact, is not able to make me accustomed to this fatigue.

It's still half-four. I grabbed my phone and opened my social media. The blue app full of honest posts from my friends makes me jealous, why my fate is not as lucky as them.

Why am I comparing my life to theirs? All I know is their happiness on social media that is either fake or not. I don't know what their daily lives are.

I kept scrolling down the screen, until I found Risa's post. The new neighbor I just met this morning. That I know from her profile picture that shows her and her husband's son.

Looking at the post I just saw, he sells products that are known to many people. Not wanting to waste time, I immediately clicked on Risa's profile to find out what she was selling.

I was looking for extra money for everyday, thank goodness if I could save up. And this very moment God sends the answer to what I want.

Based on Risa's profile in the blue app, she doesn't just sell one product. But a lot, and all the items he sells branded goods that are known by many people from any class.

No one is not familiar with tuppercare goods, eg glowing, shoppa, and also kitchen equipment branded ball. From the comments that I saw also a lot of people who are interested and intend to buy products on display Risa. If I look at the price list too, Risa's got a lot cheaper.

Seeing that I intend to be a member, in the hope that I can fix what my husband cannot fix. I'm not condescending, insulting or anything, I'm talking reality. The reality that accounts face is not easy. I've been quiet for almost seven years, silent but no one understands how I feel.

I've thought about this, if I manage to become a member of Risa, no one should know if I have a side job other than trading fried sausages. If anyone finds out then I'll be an ATM machine for my husband's family.

After resting for quite a while and eliminating the slight fatigue in my body, I got up and picked up my three children who were playing in the house next door. Somehow my heart was a little relieved, like my whole burden was lifted. In fact, I haven't done anything. I just want to start changing my life.