WHEN LOVE IS TESTED
In-law torture

One month after my wedding, I moved to live in my in-laws' house, how sad my heart was, and now it's happening again, I have to part with the people I love the most, Mom, and Indah, if I had moved to a boarding house to struggle to find a bite of rice, now I move to my in-laws' house to devote myself to my husband and in-laws.

The first day of living with someone else we did not love and did not know before, became a torture for me, I was so stiff and confused, what to do??.

I could only do what I could, at my husband's house, there was also my sister-in-law who was already married, and also my other two sisters-in-law who were just unemployed.

The house became a giant, it felt stuffy by the sound of the voices of many people, I who like to be alone and like the atmosphere of calm and quiet, became very uncomfortable living with them, and I was very lonely, plus if Bagas is leaving for work, everything feels very awkward.

Not to mention my three sisters-in-law who really tested my patience, the youngest brother whose work only sleeps, the younger sister whose work is just grooming and and screaming singing, singing, and the married sister whose job is just carrying her child to and fro, the mother-in-law who has a stroke can only get angry and scream in a wheelchair. The house was a mess like a ship broke, so I was confused where to start cleaning it from??.

Why before marriage, the words of the Father-in-law are very much different from the reality, maybe this is the point we have to recognize our partner and family before marriage, so that after marriage we are not too shocked to face reality.

 Now, I have to adapt to my new environment, I wake up at four in the morning, I cook, do the dishes, do the laundry, clean the house and so on, all the household chores I do myself, but there is more annoying than that, all the burdens of the household are also placed on me and Bagas.

Every day the Father-in-law always complains about the needs of the house, until I feel uncomfortable, not to mention my sisters-in-law who always compare the treatment of her brother before marriage and after marriage, plus the cost of treatment Mother-in-law who must check up twice a week.

My head feels like it's going to break, I can't bear all the burden of this house especially with Bagas' salary that is not as big as they think. I think I should help my husband's room, it would be better if I went back to work. People say that the first year of the marriage test was terrible, maybe now I'm feeling it.

“Mas Bagas, Jani would like to ask permission, Jani should work again“ my door on Bagas one day.

“Why?? my salary is less for you??” ask Bagas.

I scrunched my forehead, why did Bagas ask if his salary was enough or not?? does he not calculate the amount of expenditure and income in this house??.

“No, Jani is just bored just stay at home, Jani wants no activities“ I replied still hiding the reality.

“No, you don't I allow to work“ he replied,

“But mas ..”

“No!!!!!!” shouts Bagas who makes me immediately bow and follow what he wants.

I was really not at home in-laws, the more the torture became real, until one day I heard the truth, where it turns out my sister-in-law and in-law always vilify me in front of Bagas. Until I couldn't say it to others, once upon a time when I came home from school I heard this conversation of Father and son.

“Dad, Anjani asked permission from me to be able to work back“

“Good, you allow it??” ask Father-in-law.

“Why don't you allow it?? 'not bad, I married you to Anjani, because I thought Anjani's rich father could give us business capital, but the reality is not, after all, Anjani at home only added burden, can not say anything, clean never really, the cuisine is not good, not tasty, not good, if you are not in his house of work just lazy-malasan“ explained the Father who made me feel in a lightning strike, so this is the reason my father used to not approve of our relationship? I was slandered by my own father-in-law, who used to be in the spirit of his four-fifths match me with his son, but now??? what did he say???.

I smiled behind the door that connects between the living room and this kitchen, my heart was very sick, suddenly my stomach was very sick and cramping, it felt like I wanted to vomit but nothing came out, I stumbled into my room. I immediately laid my body on the bed, my body felt very hot. I closed my eyes that were starting to water because of the pain.

“Why you?? When do you get home from the mosque?” ask Bagas while sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Nothing” answered me while continuing to close my eyes.

Bagas looked at me, and fingered my forehead “You're sick??” he asked, I was only able to shake my head, resisting the dizziness.

“Mas Bagas, why don't we move from this house and we just contract?,” my question.

“Why?? You don't live here?” ask Bagas.

“No, I just don't want to burden anyone in this house” I replied listlessly.

Bagas was silent, he did not say a word, he got up and went out of the room, he took water and a fever-lowering medicine.

“This drink first, let your heat down“ the door while putting the glass on the edge of the nightstand.

“Iya thanks“ I replied while grimacing.

Bagas looked at me deeply, as if he was considering something.

“Alright, we'll move out of this house, we'll just contract, somewhere closer to my office.

I smiled, “Thank you Bagas, I love you“ I unconsciously hugged her. As if I was going to be lifted from hell I was very happy, I thought that my screams would soon be stirred.

Bagas was like a jerk when I hugged him, he looked very surprised, but just kept quiet without returning my arms, I smiled at him, this time I thought, maybe he could accept me as his wife. The proof for the first time he followed my will. Ah, I'm happy.

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