The Mistaken Son-in-law
CHAPTER 7

Pov (Aisha)

Duarr...

      "Astaghfirullahaladzim". My speech

beristighfar saw my in-laws' behavior.

After the departure of my father-in-law. I went into the room and took my phone on the nightstand. I look at old phones that can only receive calls and short messages because they are never filled with internet packages.

I also intend to buy an internet package using the money given by Mas Arya yesterday, it has been a long time also I did not open the social media.

After wearing instant hijab and cardigan because I only wear short-sleeved negligee, I went out to Mpok Atik stall to buy internet package.

Upon arrival at the Mpok Atik stall, there were many mothers who were gathering. Seeing my arrival, they whispered and looked on cynically.

"Eh there's Ayesha, what do you want to buy?" Ask Mpok Atik friendly.

"You want to buy an internet package that is fifty thousand Mpok?" My answer.

"Note the number here neng". He said, handing over the book and pen.

I also wrote down my number and Mpok Atik sent his internet package.

"Udah entered nuh neng try checked. Just buy it, not buy another one?" Ask again.

"Yes, he entered Mpok. This is Mpok, how much is the total mpok". Means back.

"Fifty-three thousand neng". Answer Mpok Atik.

"This is the money Mpok". I said while giving the money.

"Eh Aisyah napa earlier you did not join your in-laws help - help at home Ms RT? Although you are a new citizen here but your in-laws are old citizens, you should follow the price of attending even if you do not help anything. Like your in-laws that do not say - say but go home with a parcel, do give but the envelope most filled with money a thousand thousand pieces, in-laws lu kan pelit bin medit, do it a rich man, do it, you also must socialize with residents here do not languish in the house macem kura - kura.hahaha". Cerocos Mpok Eli laughing followed by other mothers laughing.

"Udah ngurus lu Eli, you also why here do not help sono, even hump in the day?". Ask Mpok Leha.

"We have helped from the dawn, we have finished our work so we go home, the event is late afternoon, the invited guests are the same officials friends - friends of his son's office Bu RT". Answer Mpok Eli.

I also immediately say goodbye because it is not comfortable to be among those who love me and my in-laws.

"I'll excuse you, there's still work at home, assalamualaikum". My pamphlet

"Wa'alaikum hail". Answer them simultaneously.

After I got home, and went into my room and activated the mobile data on my phone. I can finally open the social media and play the internet again. I intend to contact my family, aunt and omku, all this time I communicate with them only through phone calls or short messages, if you want video through cousin's phone because they do not understand using an android phone. I saw my cousin online in the green app. Press the button for video call. The first call was not lifted, I repeated. Finally lifted also look handsome face my cousin smile sweet.

"Assalamualaikum de, how are you de? where's auntie om? My toot.

"Wa'alaikum salam sis, Alhamdulillah well sis, if we how are we? Mamak again behind there is a lift of clothes, if the father is still in galung (paddy). Patience well I bring my cellphone to mamak". The answer.

"Mamakkk, here's a video call na kak Ais". I heard my nyari voice while heading to where my aunt is".

Seen on the screen my tantric face, his face was exactly the face of the late Emmaku. I don't feel my tears dripping. And so did my aunt who was crying. I miss each other and talk about a lot of things. After about half an hour of our conversation, I ended our conversation after the sound of the voice adhan, before turning off the video call, I left a greeting for my om and family there, I left a greeting, I promised to call them next time. After that I rushed to pray.

After the prayer I went to the kitchen to cook lunch. I opened the refrigerator door with only two eggs, half-board tempeh, cabbage, potatoes and leftover carrots making a capcay yesterday. I also cook with only potluck.

After thirty minutes, so is my cooking. There are balado eggs, fried tempeh, stir-fried vegetables and terasi sambel. Leave it on the dining table. Fortunately Mas Arya never choose - choose food, whatever I must be he ate with greed. While my mother-in-law and Rani where want to eat a menu like this, he said the food of the poor. There are - there are them, but great people like our President also like to eat tempeh. If my mother-in-law had said she wanted to go to gather with friends, she would have eaten outside, while for Rani, if she did not want to eat my cooking, she would have eaten, let the rice box from Bu RT he who ate just now I saw the side dish Chicken.

My phone rang, the name Rani called. This long life child. I hurried to open the door. The child if he told open the door must call he said lazy to sleep - knock on the door.

Chequek...

"Tumben quickly you open the door, well dong don't melt like a snail, don't wait for me to call many times you just open the door. Move you, the cave's coming in". Said Rani barged in while pushing me without saying hello, fortunately I held on to the door so as not to fall.

"Aisss, where are you not at home?" Tanya Rani searches for her mother around the whole house exactly when the chicks lost their mother.

"So my mom nitip said that she went out to meet her friends". My answer.

"What are you doing?". Tanyaku.

Rani stomps her feet like a candy-free little boy.

"Lu cook this shit, there's nothing else you can eat, no cave level eat kayak gini food". Rani said while opening the hood.

"In the refrigerator there is only this that can be cooked, Mas Arya has not been paid. If you want, it's a rice box that mom brought from Bu RT's ration". I said while pointing at my front box rice. Basic mother and child the same behavior, if you do not remember me hitchhiking here already kandetto (jitak) also this spoiled child so not brash.

The spoiled child immediately took the rice box and opened it. "Well if this is all I like, but the portion is small, where is full? But let it be than nothing". He also ate it with gourmand.

'Living a lot of protests'. I murmured in my heart. "Read the prayer Ran first, before eating let's not eat with the devil". My speech.

"Bacottt, you're the demon". Say while sticking out your tongue.

'Astagfirullah, what sins do I have in-laws kayak gini, like should be diruqyah let the devil in the body out all'. I said in my heart while shaking my head with this behavior, son.

Uhuk... Rani coughs from choking on the sambel, her hands extend out pouring water into the glass and drinking it.

'That's what I said, so if you say don't fight, still want to ko?..Hehe'. I murmured inwardly while holding back the laughter and passed into my room.

I played the phone, opened a blue app that I hadn't opened in a long time. I have many friend requests. There was also a message that came in, there was one message that attracted attention with the account name Anie Imutz Celalu. He's my old best friend and the son of my late Ettaku cousin. His father with the late Ettaku was a one-time cousin. But we separated from the second grade of Junior High, he and his family moved to Papua because his father who is a state servant was transferred there. Since then our communication has been cut off. At that time, we did not use cell phones. I also opened a message from him. There are also many messages he sent. I read from the top of the new message he sent.

'Sappo still alive?'. ('Brother are you still alive?'). End with a lot of laughing emoticons.

'Weh there ka in this village with my parents, want you to play to your house.

    'There's already you in your house, but said Aunt Hasna already married ko new ko follow your husband to Jakarta'.

'Have I asked your number to say hello to his son Aunt Hasna if I nda phone nda bother you?

Suddenly there is an incoming message in the ijo application from the new number. 'My number is, by Ani Cute'. It turns out he was beating me.

'Iye ku save nah'. My reply.

There was a voice call from him. I picked up the phone from him.

'Hallo assalamualaikum sappoku, does ko miss me?'. Ani asked with a laugh with her cry.

'Wa'alaikum salam sappoku, iye miss you too much ko, miss your head kandetto'. I answered while laughing too.

     'Hehehe, how evil. Wih has become a mistress now ko nah, is there my nephew'?

     'No pity yet, pray well sepekatnya let anyone call ko Aunty Ani?'

     'Aamiin insyaallah as soon as possible, uh do not Aunt, later if it is your son, I teach you to call ka aunty. Apami you work now?'

     'Aamiin, your style is called aunty. Nda there ji just be a housewife, want to work but nda know what work'.

'Try ko download online writing application, it's a novel reading application that can make money, ko kan used to be smart to make up stories never also ko can champion writing. Who knows in the application there is your fortune while channeling your talent.

 'Iyo huh? I'll download the new Pi'.

     'Eh already want to take a bath, later we connect again, assalamualaikum'. Then he closes the phone.

'Wa'alaikum salam'. My answer.

I was so excited to talk to him, it did not feel a little more Ashar time, immediately I took a shower and prayed.

After praying, I remembered Ani's talk about online writing applications that can make money. I immediately downloaded that one. I opened the app after it was downloaded. There are many novel titles in different genres. I'm trying to read the novel in the order of the most popular novel, "Hurtful Son-in-law". After reading a few chapters. There is a similarity in character to the one I experienced that is the same - just as hated by in-laws, I also read the background of the author. It turns out that she was inspired by her own life story, she is also a housewife like me and amazingly she is only set in Junior High School education. But thank God he can be successful as a writer and have his own income.

I also became motivated to be writing and God willing to be successful like him. Maybe later I can make a life story as a story from my novel later, or another story genre. May the talent of writing that used to be still useful, because for a long time I did not imagine making a story. So I can explore my hobbies while producing fortune. Aamiins.

"Why again?". Suddenly something surprised me with a pat on the shoulder.

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