Test Loyalty
Breakfast Breakfast Menu

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I saw the sound of azaan beginning to be heard from the nearest mosque. Dhena opened her eyes which still felt heavy. Hariz was no longer beside him.

Dhena tried to dispel the drowsiness that was still attacking her. Then he forced himself out of bed and opened the door to the bathroom.

The door to Ms. Aida's room was still sealed shut. Signs the person inside has not woken up.

Have not had time to complete the ritual wudhunya from the direction of the room has been heard whining Fathan. Just like any other little boy. Fathan also every time he woke up from his sleep sometimes began with a cry and a bit fussy.

Dhena immediately finished her activities in the bathroom and hurried to approach Fathan. So that her crying does not disturb her mother-in-law who is still in the room.

Just as Dhena's footsteps were about to enter the kitchen space there already stood the figure of Bu Aida who was holding Fathan.

"You, right, now have Dhena's son! Should be able to learn more skillfully in order to take care of this child. Do not get used to catfish like snails," said Bu Aida ketus.

"Yes, Mom. Here Fathan is carried with his mother, yuk!" invite Dhena to try to reach her son who is still in Bu Aida's arms.

"Don't want Fathan to not want to be with Mama, Fathan wants to be with Dad," refused the plain recitation that shook his mother's hand.

"No, look! This is due to a child that is not taken care of by his own mother. So close to his father. Until he woke up, what his father was looking for. In fact, most children are sticky to his mother, not even to his father." Bu Aida immediately said a lot of cornering Dhena.

"What's this, still dawn, how come, it's on the storm?" Hariz, who had just entered a new home from the mosque, asked slowly.

"That's your wife. From the first marriage with you until you already want to have two children catapult disease is not lost. In the bathroom, it was almost twenty minutes. There is no hurry" said Ms. Aida, handing Fathan in her arms to Hariz.

While Dhena immediately passed to the room to immediately fulfill her obligation to perform dawn prayers. At the end of his prayer, still with a mask attached to his body Dhena then rested on the love of pouring out all the burdens of the mind that he always borne from people who could never appreciate his feelings.

For only the Almighty can know the feelings of his heart when it is not appreciated and always considered one-eyed by those around him.

"You who are patient, yes, do not take the heart of all the talk of the Mother," comfort Hariz gently rubbed the head of the wife.

Dhena smilingly nodded her head towards the husband with tears still wetting her cheeks.

"Not many thoughts. Pity our son who is still here" Hariz said. His palm rubbed gently on his wife's stomach.

Dhena opened her face and folded and put it back. After that he rushed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for his little family.

Dhena started frying some of the bloated fish she had spiced yesterday afternoon that was stored in the refrigerator. While frying the fish he made kale stir-fry and Hariz's favorite sambal terasi.

After changing into Dhena's clothes then stepped into the dining room. There were Hariz, Fathan, and his mother-in-law.

Dhena's eyes widened when she found the dining table everything that was served had changed the menu. There is gudeg jogja, a bowl of meat rendang, potato parchment and various other appendages such as ati ampela chili ijo and capcay meatballs.

Dhena sighed which felt very heavy. Either where now all the dishes that he served and had been hard-earned almost took for two hours he struggled in the kitchen earlier.

"Know, no, you Hariz, where did all this good food come from?"

Hariz shook his head.

"This is all from Nelly, you know, he had deliberately ordered this food for us," explained Bu Aida smiling satisfiedly towards Hariz.

"If you find a wife that should be good at helping the economy of the husband not the one who even added the burden of her husband. Let's guarantee the family nutrition." Bu Aida's voice was deliberately a little hardened so that Dhena felt insinuated by his words earlier.

"Gazzy ... There's parchment. I like the peddle, Grandma," cried Fathan. His index finger pointed towards a plate that contained some of the contents of a ready-to-eat parchment.

"Here, Ma, we have a big meal" Hariz told Dhena, who was still watching.

Hariz called it a big meal because they rarely get to enjoy such specials.

"But, this is only for the three-person portion of the doang, you know. If for 4 people it seems not enough," between Bu Aida glanced at Dhena with her eyes.

Hearing the mother-in-law's words, Dhena gulped and said, "Yes, Mom, it's okay for Dhena to eat alone in the kitchen" Dhena replied trying to strengthen her heart.

"Nothing, right, can be divided so that we are all evenly divided," said Hariz. His hand received a plate that had been filled with white rice that had been taken by his mother. While Fathan was fed by Bu Aida from his own plate.

"No need. Let Dhena do all her work first in the kitchen. I saw that the former she cooked was still messy and all dirty," said Bu Aida. His hands were skillful in taking the meat shawl and mug onto his son's plate and his own plate.

"All the time, you used to dirty clothes yesterday in the washroom. I'm old, I'm not strong if I have to wash dirty clothes," said Ms. Aida.

"But, ma'am, Dhena now has a history of allergies that can't smell the pungent smell of chemicals like detergents or floor-painting liquids and the like." Hariz tried to explain the health condition of his wife who did have a history of allergies and breathing.

"Don't be so spoiled like that, lah, like the son of the sultan," said Bu Aida scattering the tip of his lips.

Dhena rushed to the kitchen so that she would no longer listen to all the chatter between the child and the mother. Her heart was torn with grief every time she heard the words that came out of her mother-in-law's lips.

As if Dhena has no self-esteem every face with Bu Aida who continues to corner him and always glorify the figure of Nelly who does have a good career and a much more established economy.