The Little Wife of Mr. President
Punishment for Jupri

The atmosphere of the trip still seemed silent despite the hours they had been in the car. Tired, of course the Gita is very tired. One night his sleep was not calm.

His mind was mixed thinking about the condition of his parents. Even the man beside her inexhaustibly made her think even more of a no-no. The fear of an unknown illness would make the Gita unsettled.

“Gita, want to go down to eat? I want to stop by to eat this. The journey is still good.” Mr. Dadang woke up Gita who had just slept for a moment.

“Iya, Sir. May.” replied Gita politely.

A simple food stall on the side of the road became their destination. Gita gets up and down with her husband. Jupri felt his body feel a little better and his head less pain after taking the medicine from the hospital.

“Come Bang, Gita help.” The woman grabbed Jupri's body as she was about to get out of the car, but her grip was off Jupri when she got out of the car.

“I can do it. Come.” Jupri is trying to be okay.

Sitting face to face eating quietly, in fact makes Jupri reluctant to shut up.

“Git,” call him slowly. Gita looked at it for a moment and downed the drinking water in the glass.

“Iya, Bang. What's up?” tanyakanya.

“How did you get permission from your father to leave the village? Doesn't that mean we both don't get money for our work?” Jupri remembered how their results should be handed over to the family.

Gita smiles. It feels like telling the husband is impossible. Jupri will be thinking more and more.

“Father don't know, Bang. Mother who gave permission after Father again work. I was also very worried when Abang was unconscious all night.” obviously Gita covered the actual situation.

Jupri nodded in understanding.

***

Not felt since the stopover on the roadside that awkwardness in the car warmed up as the four-wheeled vehicle.

Gita fell asleep on the sturdy shoulder of the husband, while Jupri re-thought what the question was.

“Who am I?” That's the question that comes up all the time.

Until without feeling they have arrived at the yard of a simple house owned by Gita's parents.

“Oh this son si*alan!” The cry immediately welcomed their arrival.

“Pak, not Sir. They're going to the hospital. Not anywhere.” The goddess ran out of the house to prevent the husband who wanted to welcome the arrival of the child and daughter-in-law with his rage.

The tired face of coming home from work, makes Haidar even more creepy.

“Mother there! Don't get in the way, Gita it must be taught a lesson. Especially her husband, make it hard.” Maki Haidar pushes rough his wife.

While in the car, Gita appears to wake up after Jupri wakes her up.

“Already arrived, Bang?” tanya Gita blinked her eyes. But the sleepiness that was still lodged in his eyes was immediately lost when he heard the father's scream.

“Gita! Out you!” In front of there Haidar was already walking closer to the car.

Gita knows what kind of anger the father, he who saw the situation of the husband immediately came down first to block the father.

“Pak, Gita does not mean..”.

Plaque!!

The slap landed on Gita's cheek right then and there. Jupri who came down quickly too late prevented it. With his own eyes he saw how the hand of the in-law slapped the face of the wife.

I swear by whatever it is really not.

“Pak, please don't flirt on Gita, she's female.” Jupri for the first time.

“Bigger you! Feel this!”

Plaque!!

Jupri resigned when the in-law slapped him. The gita who saw that was screaming hysterically.

“Mr! Please, Sir. Bang Jupri still hurts.” Gita's cry made Haidar go back into the house.

The crying goddess hugged the child and her daughter-in-law.

The departure of Haidar just now was not to avoid. Instead, the man returned with a piece of the daughter-in-law's clothes.

“This is your shirt. Now you go to the barn. Follow me. Because we do not work today, from now on you will come to the City to become a rice worker.” Haidar's hand pulled Jupri's hand along with him.

“Pak, no. Bang Jupri still hurts.” Gita ran to hold his father's hand.

Jupri could not bear to see the cry of his wife. He also held the Gita's hand.

“Gita, I'm cured. Besides you're right, I have to find an extra. Don't cry, I'm fine.” Gita stood up shedding tears looking at Jupri who let go of her hand.

The man followed where Haidar was walking.

“Kak Gita!” Shani, who had just returned to teach as a tutoring teacher, the children rushed to hug her brother.

He doesn't know what happened before.

“Come in, we just pray that Jupri does not hurt.” The goddess led her son in.

“Pak Dadang, briefly well I paid. I brought Gita in first.” Bu Dewi saw Mr. Dadang who was still standing with a face of shock at the behavior of Haidar who was so rude.

“Iya, Miss Dewi please.” replied.

Inside the house, Gita kept crying worried for her husband.

“Kak rest easy, Shani there is a phone we can contact Kak Jupri. Later Shani asks for a phone number that goes with Kak Jupri. Brother don't cry anymore well?” Entertain his sister to Gita.

Gita was silent for a moment, she wiped the tears on her cheek and said,

“You bought hp, Shan?” ask Gita.

“Iya, Brother. But nyicil. This is very important for Shani's work. Now anything needs hp. Try it Brother has the same hp Kak Jupri. Must have been better communication.” said the sister.

Gita. He wanted it, but how to buy it. Salary daily labor only mediocre for in the kitchen. Not a few people eat in that house. There's a father, mother, sister, husband and Gita herself.

The goddess who heard the conversation of her two children held the hand of the Gita. He knew what was on Gita's mind right now.

“Wear the money I gave you, Git. That must be enough. At least it'll make it easier if you need something.” The goddess smiled lovingly at the child.

“No, Mom. Gita will give me this back to Mom's money. Hopefully Bang Jupri is fine.” he said with a chest.

He should not be selfish to use the mother's savings money, saving with their condition will certainly not be easy.

The woman handed the money in her wallet to her mother. Although it has been used well. At least he can return the rest.

The goddess nodded slowly. “Mom don't need this, Son. Wear it or keep it. I'm sure you'll need it someday. I've had enough of Mom's sales and money from Dad. Shani also gave Mother.”

Shani really pity her sister. “Yes Brother Gita. It's important to my brother anyway. Who knows, one day you can buy a house to live with Kak Jupri. It would be better, let me not press you guys on. Poor Brother Jupri, Brother.” Hearing the word house, Gita finally stopped returning the mother's money.

True, he must think about his home life with his future husband. It is impossible for them to live under the pressure of their father forever.