Regrets of Husband and In-Law
Allowed Work

"Narsih, do you remember how much your wedding cost Rangga?" Ask my mother-in-law. I just nodded.

"Good," he said with a face that was difficult to interpret.

"What does Mama mean? Narsih doesn't understand?" My toot.

"You know, from now on, this second, you have to work even harder to pay for your wedding. Including the dowry."

I'm just fixated on all the Mama-in-law sayings, weird. Everywhere the cost that has been given to the bride means that it already belongs to her family, really, this must be returned? What does it mean try.

"I mean Mama? Narsih has to give it all back for what this family has given us?" I answered him nodding his head.

"Yes, you think I married you out of love, no! Narsih! Wherever possible, I am a family child who is well-respected in this village must be married to a village woman, already so you are dirty, scuffed, unsightly, unsightly, shameful to be brought to the condition what does the world of Narsih say?" Rangga said my husband, making himself confused by all his words.

What the hell does that mean? I don't understand, because I'm not in high school? Yeah, I'm just a farm boy, I'm just a graduate of Elementary School. Indeed we are a poor family, and another I am not a woman who can make a husband ashamed, is there something wrong with my face? Instead the youth outside my village want me to be his wife? He said, I am beautiful and smart in farming because I often join my mother planting rice or vegetables belonging to neighbors whose rice fields are wide. Not a single neighbor asked me to be his ex.

My meeting with Rangga mas not long only two months to know we also agreed to get married, said Mama Darmi I am a beautiful girl, suitable for Mas Rangga, the ideal son-in-law candidate, he said at that time when he came to propose to me. I do not agree with Mas Rangga because Mas Rangga is the son of a rich man, but I still want to marry a man who has stolen my heart.

"Sir, think again, Rangga rich man, I do not want you later made a slave by them," said the father with a gloomy face and looked forward like knowing that his eldest son would be like this.

"Father said what the hell, Mas Rangga is a good person, sir, just look, if here must bring food and clothes for the father of the same mother, already ah, do not so sir, I should be grateful to have a good ghost. Not as you think," I'm still defending myself so that you'll respect our relationship.

"Many poor people marry rich people, end-to-end as servants or even in contempt and humiliation let alone you. Which is just a school graduate of SD, opo is not used as an insult?"

"No way sir, Mas Rangga is very dear to me, the proof is that he brought a lot of marriage handouts like this, and dowry is also gold, and gold, said Mas Rangga's mother all spent twenty million dollars," I said proudly and assured that everything would be fine.

"Yo wes, it's up to you Nduk, the important thing is that you remind everyone."

Answer with resignation.

"This father was a victim of a nyungsep fish soap opera," my lead. I just shook my head and walked into the room.

"Sir, do not leadekin your father later kualat." Mom said and looked at my face .

"Who's hurting Mrs? Narsih said what it is, let's not allow the father of sungsep fish victims. Mothers are the same father of Baperan."

"It's not so N-"

"Mom, let it be anyway, who lived Narsih's life not ours. The important thing is that we have advised him" said the father to make the mother silent. Hadeehh so confused, ngadepin parents whose thoughts are so worried about his eldest son who only educated SD. But don't get me wrong, my brain is not dense. Why can I boast?

Yep. Since I speak English most of the children in my village ask me for help to do school PR and their grades A, it's a sign that I'm smart. At first I did not believe what happened when I gave the answer only origin. Kok. It can be all right, said my neighbor I was told to be a private teacher of English for their children, but a conscience that refuses to fear the wrong in the future. I'm just a desperate capital.

"Yeah, wes. It's been a night of sleeping there," ordered the mother who I nod and rushed into the room.

I lay this body on a cotton mattress that began to melt, understandably I have not shampooed. His name is also a kisser.

Now there is only regret why I did not listen to your advice. The instincts of parents will never be wrong even though not a few of them will happen my love story, my household story is similar to the story of the novel I now read.

In the novel that I read the role of the woman is weak and the end of the household love story is destroyed and ended in divorce will my tongue be the same as the nov3l I read? It is Nauzubillah that until it happens that I want it to last until death do us part. Hopefully Mas Rangga and Mama-in-law are not like the characters in the novel story.

A reprimand makes my daydreams scatter exactly. Hardikan from beloved husband, ups. Can you still call her beloved husband? After what happened to me? What woman he said earlier, I was a village woman, a kuel, a little scrapped and inappropriate to carry where, those words still ring in my ear until pierced into the heart.

"Dry it!!!" His voice boomed violently, as if the house was falling he thought I was dumb.

"Yes, Mom, what's wrong? Can't you just call me softly?" I answered politely, however he is my husband whom I should respect.

"For."

"For, for. Yes make work, Narsih! Basic *not shallow!" It meant with a fierce face as if it wanted to swallow me alive. Suppose not my husband had me punch his face dear he is still a husband where only one day I bear the status as a wife of kayah. This is the ending.

I'm sure, I'm tired of having a debate with him let tomorrow morning I'll talk to mama who knows who can mediate wisely, for what his son did to his wife.

After I confirmed Mas Rangga breezed towards his room, and of course I followed him as a result he stopped his steps and turned back.

"Where are you going?" Ask with a ketus.

" Want to come with you to our room" I answered with the peda.

"Huh, our room!" I'm nodding.

"Who said," he said with a mocking smile.

"I."

"Hahaha, Narsih, Narsih. Maid's room, right behind." He said with pride.

"Can't I Mas, how come I'm your wife, your rightful wife," I'm sure normal women crave the paradise of the world to spend the first night with the man we love? What wrong. Don't you.

"Who says we want to jap jeep jup near you just I'm uncomfortable." Mas Rangga rubbed his face after speaking like that. As if I was disgusting to touch.

I try to be patient even though this heart hurts.

"Not your wife, Mas,"

"It's night I want to sleep, understand you, and tomorrow I'll take you to my friend's factory for work. You have an uneducated wife, that is, *it's not slow."

I am touched by the words of my worst husband yes, worst if his beloved husband never throws hurtful words, this is tantamount to knocking me mentally, I know I'm a bon-bon ice graduate still married.

At the beginning of getting to know I was honest to be honest that I was the son of a man who did not have and educated SD.

"Mas, did I not mishear what you said that you want to marry a village girl like me people do not have education are minimal just SD graduates," I answered first.

"No problem for Mas, want SD, ice bon-bon or ice Doger even though the name of love does not know the status, if the heart has dropped the choice can not do anything. This is the name of a soul mate said the adage of a jorok soul mate met where aja. So I hope you do not underestimate the Dimata Allah SWT we are the same if both dead buried in the ground do not bring property carried by charity worship that Soleh," he said at that time the wise.

"I did not choose the wrong husband, already loving, good religious again," my praise made Mas Rangga smile sweetly showing dimples cheeks. Ah Mas Rangga I am to you.

But now Mas Rangga became a wolf that showed his daggers, nature and character. I was fooled by his character who could turn into garlic and turn into an onion which made me at all times to tear out tears as his sharp bawl pierced the eyes. If time could turn back I would listen to the advice of the Father and would never experience the same thing you think. What are the wrong paths again? Enjoy and respond to meet the father who has I got namelan.

Sleeping in a room that is quite large and there is a size mattress that is so soft when sleeping with a sweet smile I stretch both my hands and ready to jump on the mattress.

"Eehhh, where are you going," Mas Rangga blocked my hand but I was already cheering cheerfully on his soft mattress I deliberately behaved like a child so he added the emotions of the stupid masses with pride anyway. He insulted me, didn't he? He sold me in my unique and eccentric way. Nice right?

"Mas, here is a bobok," I said by patting the lip of the bed.

Mas Rangga dell both his eyeballs to me and put his feet into the bathroom shortly after he returned with an unsightly face.

"Seriously, don't you want to spoil the same Prins Narsih?" My God while twisting my flirtatious eyes but he was cute and careless going to the sofa turned out he chose to sleep on the sofa rather than with me. All right I'm tired, I pull the blanket up to the chest.