The Mistaken Son-in-law
CHAPTER 15

Pov (Aisha)

When I got home, I went straight inside. Do not forget to lock the gate and the house. I drove my mother home first, and then I went home on foot.

Once inside the room, I immediately cleaned myself and changed clothes and then prepared for prayer.

After praying I remembered the soto that was bought with my mother, I also went to the kitchen to take a bowl and spoon. I'll eat that soto soon.

After eating, I was able to wash my food and cook. I also tried to turn on the stove with my heart, it was easy I was the first parno.

Today I will chicken ketchup favorite Mas Arya, because there is still a soto that was a pack so I do not cook vegetables, hot ntar aja sotonya. Will cook more chicken and bring Babe and Mom.

After cooking and moving the food to the container, I put it on the dining table and I cover it with a serving hood. Chicken soy sauce for Babe and Mom I put in tu*pperwa*re medium size. Then I went to the house they didn't make sure the door was locked, for the fence to close because it was close to the house and I was just a little while away.

Once at their house, I pulled the bell. Not long out of this art house named Mbok Minah.

"Assalamualaikum Mbok, Babe and Mommy are there"? My toot.

"Wa'alaikum salam neng. Pak Haji again to Empang, if Bu Hajjah again Istirihat. Neng wants to go in first?" Ask her back and open the fence.

"Sir Mbok, I just want some nitipin for Babe and Mommy, please Mbok". I said while giving the food I brought through the fence.

"I say yes, thanks Mbok. Assalamualaikum". I said after Mbok Minah received the food I love, after that I returned home.

When I got home, I went into the room to get my phone. I opened the writing application, I applied for a contract because I already had my own savings.

I have filled out all the contract submission requirements, just waiting for the diacc and the contract will be sent by email.

The housework is all done, the cooking is done. While waiting for Mas Arya to come home I better continue writing and later save it in the draft.

I did not feel the time for prayer had arrived, rushed me to worship and fulfill my obligations.

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The bell outside sounded so freshly finished praying, I took off my face and folded it, then saw who came.

Chequelek

"Assalamualaikum yank, this is my home". Greetings from behind the fence.

"Wa'alaikum hail, briefly mas". I answered while opening the fence.

After the fence was open, Arya entered the motorbike, I then menci*um his hand and we entered the house together.

I told him to take a shower and eat because I had already cooked his favorite meal.

I had time to tease him because he thought the soto was my creation, until told to sell soto because it was delicious. He laughed because of my snoring.

"Why didn't I see Mas in the bank?" My toot.

"So Mas again guard at ATM in front of Bank yank". The answer.

You continue eating, I am happy to see him eating my cooking greedily and until he added. Usually at my in-laws' house, we just eat potluck.

After dinner, we talked in the living room. He asked about my plans later. I also told him my idea of a detailed story, thank God he agreed and gave me a lot of input. I also talked about the advice of my mother to read the prayer in this house

We also plan to go to Babe's house after Isya to convey our plans and ask for input from them.

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Later that night after praying, we headed to Babe's house.

After meeting with them, Babe and Mother greeted us kindly. We also convey our purpose and purpose.

According to Babe our idea is very good and God willing it must be in demand and crowded. Because the place is strategic, Babe also reminds us in trading must be a mandate.

Maybe next week the making is worth starting because the subscriptions babe still have work on the spot. All work costs and materials for waking up will be borne by him, even he offers his vacant land beside the field to be used as a parking lot for our sales. He did not ask for anything enough to prove we can succeed and succeed in running our business. Our success is also their pride.

We were moved by the kindness of his family, I promise not to disappoint them and will run our business so that we are independent and successful.

After that we discussed for the prayer reading event that will be held this Sunday, said the mother later the guests will be served with wet cakes for snacks while listening to tauziah from Pak ustadz. Rice boxes to take home.

I plan to make a special cake from my hometown, as well as acquaint the residents here, who knows if anyone likes it and will order it later. It could be a business opportunity again.

It turns out that babe and mother also like food from my home region, namely conro soup, Fitri had cooked it. He asked me when - when to be eaten by me. I'll take it and cook another meal from my village.

"Later to cook for his prayer reading event at the mother's house, here the cooking tool is complete. Cake cooking utensils are also available, the kitchen at home is also wider. Because not much we cook it ntar assisted by Mbok Minah and her daughter". Said mom.

"If you're ready all just bring the same Babe employee to the house next door". Said mom again.

"And the business is in order - home leave our morning fathers - fathers, mothers - mothers are quite focused on cooking". Babe's turn to talk.

I got carried away talking to them, as if chatting with my late parents. It's been a while since I was able to talk and laugh after this. It's a pleasure to be with good people like Babe and Mom. If my mother-in-law could treat me well and love me, we would be able to chat like this. May Allah open the door of his heart, so that he may accept me as his son-in-law.

We also say goodbye because it was past ten o'clock, so fun to talk until forgetting time.

When I got home and changed clothes, I got ready to go to bed. But my sleep plan was delayed because Mas Arya asked for her rights that we had not done for a long time, because the time of staying at home our mother-in-law was exhausted because of our respective work so that we immediately fell asleep. I also served him well, until finally we fell asleep because of fatigue to combine love did not forget before Mas Arya said the word love and menci*um my forehead. May Allah leave the spirit of the little angel in my womb.

Seriate.