THE THOUSAND-MOUTHED BROTHER-IN-LAW
11. I'm Always Wrong

Pov Tyas when scolded by Ian's brother-in-law.

That night I was busy in the room preparing a percentage that would be held online. This is the first time I have ever met a face to face with someone above me.

The job I was doing at the time was just selling. Yes sell, but Alhamdulillah with persistence I can produce up to dozens and tens of millions. The item that I was promoting was Air al-kali which has been consumed by many artists as well, it turns out that the beginning of a little makes a lot of sustenance.

I thought my activities would go perfectly. Apparently not, because it is not an effort that makes everything constrained, but family.

I live with my sister Yani and her husband ian. Actually they are the ones who support my work, but I don't know what makes Ian misunderstand me. So it is to blame for their commotion that almost every day is heard.

"You said to your sister! Here if you just want to eat sleep in the room, bagusan go home." Bang Ian spoke to my brother in a high voice, obviously I heard his words. It hurts so much to live hitchhiking on others, even though they are not other people, but my own brother.

I don't know what my fault is, the work at home I've done it all, just because I'm sitting in my room. I had a reason to be in my room for hours. Almost every day they fight but only this time my name is carried around by Ian bang.

"Don't bring my sister around, you're always emotionally blaming others. Look at you, if you don't have the money, and shunned your friend, you always vent your anger on all of us in this house. You as the head of the household should be an example to all of us. Look at you spending your money on gambling, and taking drugs right!!! I know everything, and now I know why you act like you're right!!! Because your brain has gone wrong!!!!" Yani is really emotional. I could hear her words clearly, and I sensed that Yani's sister had been distressed with her husband's secrets all along.

"It's up to you to tell me what about me. I just don't want to accommodate a slacker in this house. Because he wasn't born to a rich man, so don't get rich." I heard Ian bang saying while holding his chest tightening. I can't stand all the accusations. So haughtily he said as if I was the one who always troubled his life.

My niece Aisyah and Rama came to me while hugging me who was crying as they pleased. How glorious they are, at the age of 10 and 11 years old, are already sensitive to the situation.

"Oh!!! Now you say my sister hitchhiked here. Even if you give money to her needs, but she also returns your money through your child's needs. It is precisely what he gives more than what you have given him.!!  But look at him giving without speaking. Not like you give but you always talk to me if you have met his needs!! You are so arrogant!!! With your money that's not quite how much. Looky..... "

"Enough!!!!!" I said cutting off Yani's sister "Bang I was hitching a ride in this house, so I don't deserve to be in this house. Even though I have finished my work, but for a passenger does not deserve the rest of the hours. I realized that, but I stayed in the room not for rest, but to finish my work. So that I can also help the economic needs that when urgent can be needed. I know my money that Yani always borrowed is not worth much. But at least my money can prevent your stomach!! (Show me Ian bang) who sometimes asked to fill up with good food. Maybe you have not realized bang, that your commotion to your wife because of trivial things, namely food. You're always mad when sister Yani just cooks vegetables without any side dishes, you slam the door hard and then leave." I spoke with the emotions I had been harboring all this time.

"Bare you!!! I only ask that your brother can give you more worth. I work all day for you, for your snacks. What I'm asking isn't about food now!! But you who do not know good, Mala accommodated to act like a big mistress in this house" bang Ian was not when emotions responded to my words.

"Say about worth!!! As if not aware that you are also a man who is not worth defending!! I'll go now.!! I left them and went into the room to pack my things.

Brother Yani followed my steps .

"Don't you go Yas?? Your brother's just an emotion." Persuade brother Yani while taking my clothes that have been passed and then return the closet. While I take from the closet and I put it in the suitcase, if passed on surely the work will not be completed.

"Please leave me brother" I said to Brother Yani.

I feel that my life is only a pain for many people, I want to fight and talk about where Brother Yani got the loan money to pay their debts in the Bank, so that Ian also knows thank you. Even the money has not been repatriated for 3 months and 2 times Yani borrowed. Bang Ian only knew if it was money borrowed from his brother Yani, bang Ian never knew who actually owned the money. Because Brother Yani said, when he said the suggestion to borrow from me, Ian bang actually said shame. Because I'm Yani's brother.

Crying doesn't know why I remember all my memories with my dad. Because the father is a figure who looks very dear to me. I am closer to my father than my mother.

My crying continued unceasingly, until one day I saw the shadow of my father coming towards me, like he was stroking my hair and then leaving me. But suddenly my hand stretched out and kept calling out to him. But he didn't respond to me, he just kept going while smiling. I kept crying, and it started to sound like someone was calling my name so many times.

"Yes? Wake Yas? Why are you hey. Wake up let's get up? Istighfar Yas, read Yas's prayer" I faintly heard Brother Yani calling me.

"Get me some water" said Brother Yani back to my niece Aisyah.

"Yes mak" said Aisya quickly.

For a moment my body was pulled fast and my eyes began to open, but I did not know why it was so heavy, I fell asleep.

When the hour hand showed me the 4pm jam I woke up, and remembered the thing I had experienced before. Unbeknownst to Yani and the others. I put my stuff back in and grabbed a cell phone and looked up someone's contact name.

"Hallo mas's?  My speech.

"Assalamualaikum Yankees? Tumben afternoon-afternoon Uda nelfon."the soft voice from across the phone.

"Waalaikum sallam? I'm sorry I forgot to say Sallam, oh yes mas I want to ask for help just as you can?" I begged mas said.

"If you can definitely help me yank?" Saying back.

"I want to go home, take me tonight to the nearest bus counter" I said without further ado.

"Why go home yank??"