The Mistaken Son-in-law
CHAPTER 8

Pov (Aisha)

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

"ASTAGHIRULCAN". I'm shocked. Almost my phone slipped off. It was Mas Arya who surprised me.

"Ih Mas make a shock, enter there is no direct sound ngaggetin, fortunately I do not hang". I'm a little upset.

"Sorry sayank, I didn't mean to ngaggetin you, Mas was knocking on the door, saying hello but you didn't say hello. That door is not in the key either. After entering the room, you see HP again".

"Emang again see what in hp, very serious. Husband came home not knowing?". Tanya Mas Arya was curious.

"What if the front door is unlocked? I opened the door for Rani to lock again. Maybe Rani's out." My answer.

"Sit here, Mom, I want a story". Arya was sitting next to me.

"I had to call my cousin from Etta's late side, her name was Ani". I also briefly shared my conversation with Ani, including my desire to become an online writer.

"So, what do you think if I write a story on the app?" I asked for his opinion.

"According to Mas good, suppose that you again channel your hobby, but do not think first about the income so that if the results are not as desired, you will not be too disappointed, so taken casually write". Mas Arya replied giving me advice.

"Yes, thanks for the advice. Yes, now the shower is over it is praying yes. I'm waiting at the dinner table." My speech.

"Ready Ma'am boss". He said while saluting and passed to the bathroom.

I laughed at his funny behavior.

After half an hour, Mas Arya had already joined me at the dinner table. I also served him to prepare dishes, get rice and side dishes. We also eat together with a delicious even though the menu is simple but if we thank him, it feels delicious.

After eating, I cleaned the dinner table and Mas Arya helped me wash the dishes. When we were both working together, we often did homework together. To make the work lighter. After everything was done, we both went into the room. Then Mas Arya took out a brown envelope from inside her backpack.

"Yank this is Mas's salary this month, you please arrange yes division. The rest is saved for our savings.

"Yes Mas". I also counted his salary. Two million and five hundred in total, it was more than enough if only for the two of us moreover we did not have children. But the money has to be split for water money, rations for mom and Rani, monthly shopping, not to mention our rent during our stay here. Yes, for six months we paid rent to stay at my mother-in-law's house, it's really sad indeed. Everything we are responsible for, my homework is done but we have to pay rent to stay here. After being cut with all expenses only left behind five hundred thousand not to mention if it arrives - the pulse of electricity or gas runs out it will be purchased from the remaining money. That is the reason why Mas Arya became an online object. I did not think with the way my mother-in-law thought, whereas Mas Arya was her biological child. I don't know where the money given from Mas Ryan, to my knowledge the rations of mother and Rani and the needs of this house have been borne by him Mas Ryan.

"Yank if we had, what would we have contracted?". Ask Mas Arya.

I also looked at my husband, I had enough of his words.

"Are you sure?" Our savings money is not enough mas, especially later to buy furniture. I'm not sure.

"Every night someone wants to say it, but I forgot because I was tired and sleepy."

"Yesterday at the base, friends mas fellow ojol said that the house of Pak Haji Mansur children who were on the front lane near the entrance would be rented cheaply and the contents because his son moved the task out of town and had provided the house there. If you agree ntar afternoon we go to Pak Haji's house for more details, today mas not bulge first. Later accompanied by friends Mas, let him help talk.

"I totally agree, but later on how to talk to mom, I'm afraid you're offended and won't agree". Say worry.

"If the mother's problem, then the mas explained well to the mother. We live here, we also pay rent. I'm sorry to see you doing all the homework, mom and Rani don't treat you well either". Let Rani later help mom take care of the house, she's a big no longer a child, she must learn independently and responsibly". Mas Arya said firmly.

"Yes, I've been following you, God willing, everything was launched, aamiin". My speech.

After performing the Ashar prayer, Mas Arya and I prepared to go to the house of Pak Haji Mansur. When we got out of the house, my mother-in-law just got home.

"Jalan Bu". Answer Mas Arya.

"Oh, has Rani gone home yet?" Ask my mother-in-law again".

"So afternoon she came home, ma'am, but I think she's gone again, don't know where". My answer.

"That's why you don't just stay in the room, Rani leaves until you don't know". Said my mother-in-law ketus.

"Oya Arya today you pay, where's mother and Rani's share?". Said my mother-in-law to Mas Arya while raising her hand.

"Yes Ma'am later if you've come home will be given the same Aisyah". Answer my husband again.

"Now, I want to order gof**d, no taste of our wife's cooking".

I glanced at my husband asking for his approval, as if understanding my glance, Mas Arya nodded. I opened my wallet and took out a hundred thousand and ten bills and gave them to my husband's mother. He took the rough money out of hand then immediately went in but said anything. We also headed to the house of Mr. Haji Mansur which is three lanes from the house of my mother-in-law.

After arriving at the destination, there is already a friend Mas Arya waiting in front of the second level painted white and white fenced, Surely it is the home of Pak Haji Mansur. The house is very contrasting from other houses because it is the largest and most spacious.

Mas Arya's friend also pulled the bell and said hello, not long after the fence was opened by a middle-aged woman, from the appearance of her art at this house. We also expressed my purpose. The woman then let us in. I was stunned to see the beautiful garden and a lot of flowers, especially when entering the house that luxurious interior for me. We were invited to sit down, not long after a man appeared using a white peci, maybe the age of my late father-in-law. I can guess he is Mr. Haji Mansur. We also touched his hands.

"This is my friend who wants to contract the house of Babe's son". Said Mas Arya's friend named Supri.

"Yes Pak Haji, as Supri said, my wife and I would like to contract the house of Pak Haji's son, introduce my name Arya and this is my wife Aisyah". Said my husband.

"Don't call Mr. Haji, call me aja babe. Oh so you who want to contract, surely you have been told to know the same Supri if the house wants to be contrasted with the furniture. Oya lu Arya Surya's deceased son isn't he?. Ask Haji sir.

"Yes it's Pak Haji eh.. I mean babe, Supri already told you. Loh babe knew my late father?" Tanya Mas Arya was curious.

"Your father was the cave playmate of the boy, but unfortunately your father did not live long, when he died the cave again outside the city so the cave could not send him to the final rest. During his life we also rarely met because of the busyness of each, just once we met when your brother married, it never again. Said Mr. Haji while rubbing the eyes that began to dew.

"It's okay, please pray for my father." Saying husband.

"Cave must have always doain him. Yes, let's go to my son's house, his house is just two houses from here". Said Mr. Haji taking us to his son's house. And Supri also paid her way home because she wanted to continue ngogoljol.

You are also invited to enter a minimalist house painted and fenced Lilac and on the terrace there are several flower pots and plants.

"Assynoga". Said Mr. Haji, then entered the house. The interior and furniture of the house also contrasts the dominant color of Lilac as who has a house like the color.

"Wa'alaikum hail, eh babe who is this?". From inside the house appears a middle-aged woman but still looks beautiful wearing a robe and scarf. Pak Haji introduced him as his wife named Hajjah Salamah. He was as friendly as Pak Haji, even though they were rich but not at all arrogant.

"This is Mak who wants to contract this house, he's Arya's son Surya's late friend babe, if this is his wife Aisyah". Said Mr. Haji introducing us to his wife".

"This is Arya who used to be invited to the same house Surya already big where handsome, maybe you have forgotten yes because you were very young. This is also Irfan's house Mother's son, you used to play together". Bu Hajjah's.

"This is your wife? Pinter you choose wife". Said Mrs Hajjah again with a smile on my face, I replied with a nod and a smile.

"Later for the rental money, let it be explained to the mother's daughter-in-law yes because her husband is still in the office, wait a little while again out". Said Mrs Hajjah again.

"SAAD"...

Seriate.