The Mistaken Son-in-law
CHAPTER 4

Pov (Aisha)

"Allah. Food kayak gini aja mother can also cook better, you guys are too much praise him". The scorn of my mother-in-law.

I just kept quiet hearing his words.

"I said I wanted to continue drying clothes". I said goodbye to them.

Mas Ryan and Mbak Bella replied with a nod, while the mother-in-law even threw away her face.

I also passed inside. My tears were dripping over my mother-in-law's treatment, why she hated me so much. I shed tears and continue my work.

After drying, I immediately headed to the dining table to clean up the former breakfast. But it turns out that in the kitchen there is Bella's mother who is washing dishes.

"Why even Ma'am who was washing dishes, I told you this was my duty". I feel bad for Ma'am Bella.

"It's okay, Ais, you're again drying clothes, let your work be finished quickly, the dining table is also done". Said Bella.

"But I'm not good, ma'am is a guest here. Thank you, Mother." Reply me.

"The same - the same, no need to feel bad, like someone else". Ma'am Bella said with a sincere smile to me.

I smiled back too.

"Yes, you ate first, Ma'am going forward". Her pampholes.

"Yes Ma'am". My reply

After Ms. Bella left, I opened the cupboard on the stove and took the fried rice that I had eaten.

I am grateful to have a good sister-in-law like Sister Bella who thinks of me as her own sister.

After eating and washing my food. I headed to the living room to join the others. The sound of Maira's voice. She was accompanied by her Papa and Mama, invisible to my mother-in-law.

"Auntie.we're going to the Mall, aunty's coming". Maira ran to hug me.

"Yes you go with Ais". Take Bella's Mom.

I have not had time to answer the invitation of Ms. Bella, I have heard the voice of my mother-in-law from behind.

"Well, you guys ngajak him, he's where ever been. Norak later he, even make us embarrassed". Refuse my mother-in-law refused to invite me.

"But mom..." Replied Ms. Bella was detained.

I glanced at my mother-in-law, she gave a code so I could reject the invitation.

"Yes Ma'am I don't have to come, I'm not feeling well next time all the same - same Mas Arya". Refuse smooth.

"Why didn't aunt come? It's not exciting". Maira nodded her mouth.

I approached her too.

"Dear Maira, auntie promised that auntie was healthy aunt would come with Uncle Arya too". Muck persuaded him.

"really? Promise huh?" He asked while raising his little finger.

"What time is this drama?". My mother-in-law felt uncomfortable seeing my familiarity with her granddaughter. Then he walked out of the house followed by Maira and Bella. Ryan was waiting in the car.

"We go first Ais, you're good at home. Assalamualaikum". Greetings Miss Bella and go outside.

"Wa'alaikum hail". My reply. Walking forward to close the door.

Maira waved to me. I returned his hand with a smile.

Then I got into the house after Mas Ryan's car was out of sight.

I went into my bedroom, rested my body for a moment, tired for sure but inevitably had to go. For a year or so this became a daily routine, I always woke up before the housewives woke up and went to sleep after they had all gone to sleep.

All I do alone, sometimes Mas Arya helps if he no longer works, but now it is rare because since work while bulging he always comes home at night, I could not bear to let him help me because I knew he must be very tired of working as a security until the afternoon, after which he went home for a while to take a shower and change clothes and then continued to bulge.

It is not without reason that my husband worked so hard, it was all for the sake of our desire to live apart from my in-laws.

Actually we were married in the beginning, we both lived in rented, although small but we were comfortable and happy. Until one day Mas Arya's workplace office was threatened with bankruptcy, so by being forced by the company where Mas Arya's workplace laid off some employees, one of which was my husband.

Mas Arya company is engaged in export - import is quite large, my husband serves as Operations Manager. But because of the pandemic, his company went bankrupt.

The dismissal of my husband left my late father-in-law in shock and had the heart attack that my mother-in-law said, because Mas Arya was his favorite and closest child. Mas Ryan rarely went home because he took care of his business in other districts, while Rani was closer to her mother. He also loved me as much as my late Ettaku. The late Father-in-Law is a PNS teacher who is still until the end of his life.

The dismissal of my husband and the death of my Father-in-law, was considered bad luck to my Mother-in-law caused by me. He considered his son marrying me to a different tribe was a misfortune for his family. Which made him hate me, out of nowhere he got such an understanding, when it was just a myth.

After three months of my father-in-law's death, Mas Arya invited me to move into his mother's house. She said it was my own request to make up for me, she accepted me. But that was just his excuse to insult me and make me a free maid. The reason he dismissed Bi Narsih after our move, the reason is to save expenses and all can be done together. Real it's just resourcefulness to drain my energy.

My days are filled with c*cian and h*naan from my Mother-in-law and sister-in-law.

He always vilified me in front of my husband, but Mas Arya never commented because on the one hand he believed in me, and on the other he did not want to fight his mother. Mas Arya just asked me to be patient until she got another job and saved up to contract a house on her own.

Alhamdulillah after almost a year of unemployment, there are friends of Mas Arya who offers a job as security at one of the famous Banks. We are grateful that even though the work offered is very inversely proportional to the work of Mas Arya, at least we have income, so we can raise money to be able to realize our wishes, we just need to be patient until that happens.

I woke up from my daydreams when the Adzan reverberated, the Dzuhur prayer sign had arrived. I rushed to the bathroom to purify myself and fulfilled my duties.

After prayer I climb up the prayer to Allah SWT. I pour out all my sorrow and grievance upon Him, though I know Allah is All-Knowing, but my late Emm I once said that Allah loves servants - Him who repeatedly asks - Him, which makes it completely - His place depends.

After the prayer, I checked that there was an incoming message from Ms. Bella, which contained if I didn't need to cook. Because maybe the afternoon they go home and will arrive home after the magrib, I smiled reading a message from Mbak Bella that means I can rest for a while. Make lunch I can eat instant noodles only.

Suddenly I was surprised by a knock

the door is outside.

Tok

Tok

Tok

'I guess who came?'.

Seriate