Test Loyalty
The Arrival of the Mother-in-Law

Dhena's pregnancy isn't her first. But somehow he felt very hard to live it. Maybe because Dhena felt unprepared because Fathan, her first son was still three years old.

Dhena was still lying on the bed. While Fathan was playing alone in the living room while watching television shows his favorite cartoon. Hariz had been going to work since half-time this morning.

"Assalamualaik."

The voice that said a greeting from the direction of the front door surprised Dhena who was just about to close her eyes. It's been a few days. At the age of her pregnancy which entered eight weeks she was often hit by severe drowsiness when it was still morning. In addition, the pain in his head makes him unable to do activities even if only cleaning and cleaning the house.

Dhena dragged her footsteps towards the front door. When the door opens. A middle-aged mother was standing right in front of Dhena.

"Owh, Mom, Monggo, Mom. Please come in." Dhena kissed the back of the woman's hand with reverence while inviting her to enter the house.

"Russia ... Grandma's here." Fathan immediately rushed into the arms of Bu Aida who turned out to be Hariz's mother.

"Grandmother is now big, yes, it turns out," said Bu Aida as she grabbed and held Fathan to bring him into the house.

Entering the middle room Bu Aida again lowered Fathan from his sling.

"Malaysia, Dhena ... This is the man's house what ship broke? The room is a mess like this you just let it go?" Highlight the eyes of the white woman glanced cynically at Dhena.

The room area of three times four was seen filled with small pieces of paper used by Fathan was playing alone.

"Yes, ma'am, from this morning Dhena's head hurt a lot. So, can't and can't clean up the house." Dhena answered what it was.

"Devil, just your excuse. Say it's lazy." Ms. Aida walked towards the other room checking one by one.

His mouth did not stop grumbling when he saw that dirty dishes were still piling up in the kitchen.

In order to maintain the feelings of his mother-in-law Dhena rushed to immediately clean up the toy Fathan scattered on the floor and then swept it clean.

"Mama, my toys don't get machined. I'm not done playing yet" whined Fathan to see Dhena put all kinds of toys that had been scattered.

Dhena also let Fathan when his son returned to take all his toys out of the basket that had been saved by his mother.

The heavy feeling in his head he no longer cared about. Dhena then headed to the kitchen to wash all the dishes and kitchen utensils that she had not had time to touch.

"My son's love has been working half a day outside. Until the house has to do all the work tasks that are at home as well," Bu Aida told Dhena.

Dhena did not say a word all the words of her mother-in-law who continued to corner and corner her. He swallowed all of Hariz's mother's words while trying to contain the rumbling of his heart. If he had not been arrested, his tears would have washed his cheeks.

The test of living in the household turned out to be multilayered. Everyone who lives it is required to prepare patience and strong fortitude. Similarly, with Dhena one by one the household exams he went through, he enjoyed and he passed. Creating a history of the part of his life that can later be taken wisdom and lessons for his beloved grandchildren later.

After finishing all her work Dhena returned to the living room while bringing warm sweet tea to her mother-in-law.

"Monggo, ma'am, have a drink." Dhena.

Highlight Bu Aida's eyes looked back at Dhena sharply.

"Are you seriously pregnant now?" tanyanya. She gets word from Hariz by phone that Dhena is pregnant with her second child.

Dhena nodded her head slowly.

"What the hell are you, Dhena. Just had one child. Fathan's not taken care of. Look, he's so skinny. Moreover, you have to take care of two children," said Bu Aida while pointing at Fathan with her chin.

"God willing Dhena is ready, Mom."

"Yes, you're ready. But still my son who will be hassles like when his baby Fathan first," his girlfriend who knows Hariz often helps do homework and replace the bedong Fathan first from the neighbors around.

"Dhena's not ready yet, Mom. But how else, this has happened and part of the provisions of the Almighty," replied Dhena expressed his heart.

"Why don't you just use KB, if you really aren't ready?" cecar Bu Aida's. His eyes full of intimidating glare.

Dhena did not answer the question of the mother-in-law. His head bowed against the white-covered floor.

Clear drops began to hang from both corners of his eyes. Once he blinked his eyelids, then the warm liquid would plunge freely wet both cheeks Dhena.

Bu Aida's hand put the phone into the bag she placed on her lap. Then reach for the glass that was served by his daughter-in-law. Sipping warm tea to stay half.

"Wanted the mother, you should be looking for work if Fathan is a bit old later. Let you help your little family's economy. I know life is difficult and lacking. Still rely on the salary of a husband whose income has not been able to meet the needs of the family for a month. Let alone be able to give Mother rations every month like the child of Mother in Batam. To just buy rice is still difficult, right?"

Bu Aida's long words managed to hit Dhena's heart. Moreover, his condition compared to his adoptive brother Hariz who has been successful in terms of economy. Makes Dhena's heart wither.

Ms Aida's conversation broke down when she heard the sound of Hariz's motorcycle parked in the front yard. Hariz said his greetings as he passed through the open door. That was answered simultaneously by Bu Aida and his wife.

"Eh, there's Mom. When's mom coming?" tanya kissed the back of the hand of the woman who had given birth to her.

"Have you gone, honey?" ask him towards Dhena.

"Yes, Mas," Dhena replied shortly.

Hariz saw Fathan was asleep with the state of the television he was watching still lit up in the living room.

Aida told Hariz to sit in the living room together. After keeping his bag in Hariz's room, he approached his mother and wife. Sitting right next to Dhena.

"Hariz, why did you divorce Nelly without telling Mom first? Isn't Nelly pregnant with your child?" Ms. Aida's question was like a sharp knife hitting the chest cavity of the woman sitting next to Hariz. Because all this time Dhena has not known if her ex-wife is now pregnant seeds from her husband.