Enough One Wife
Pulang Kampung's

Saturday morning; i, Jihan and I drove towards my village which only took three hours on the way. We leave at five in the morning, after dawn prayers so we can help prepare for the party tomorrow.

Usually, if in our village, every event, then all the preparations are carried out in a gotong royong large family assisted by neighbors left and right. Starting from decorating the house and setting up a rented tent, preparing heavy dishes and snacks cooked together by mothers, even the fathers also helped.

In the market near my village, Jihan stopped by for some souvenirs because we did not have time to shop in Jogja because I worked full time from Monday to Friday, just coming home at night. We left early this morning. Jihan left for almost half an hour, and she returned with two sizable bags of groceries. He said he bought small meals, fruit balls too.

"Hopefully this is enough Bang," said Jihan. He is still afraid of the response of the mother later about the donation that has been determined by the mother. I told you that I would bear it all. Including if you are angry because I am responsible for this family.

"It's been too much, brother." I said, taking a pack of surabi, my favorite snack of my childhood, and eating it while driving, continuing my journey to my single parents' home a few kilometers away

"Om Hasan has arrived. Hasan has come!" Says my cousin's kids who live around mom's house. Indeed, most of the right left neighbors of the mother's house still counted brothers. Formerly, my grandfather and his brothers who lived here, kama-long replaced by their children and grandchildren.

Jihan and I greeted each other with members of our extended family. Starting from the elders who are still living here to my cousins who wander in several cities, including those from Jogja but we rarely meet because of their respective activities.

"Well, now you've had success San. Already a manager, can buy a car, have a big and nice house, renovate your mother's house and also buy rice fields. It's just amazing. If my kids graduate from college, please help put in a job at your office. I want my son to be as successful as you are." Said one of my cousins.

"Yes, Hasan is now different from the previous Hasan. Now it's rich. Look, go home by car. Though in the past, just pay tuition like arrears, not in vain your father owed to my mother to pay your tuition fees San. Your father must be proud in the grave there. Hahaha." the other cousin chimed in with a laugh.

After being friendly; me, Jihan and the children went straight to the mother's house which was two houses away for a rest because the twins had started to fuss over being tired on the way. They need to lie down to straighten their bodies. Sumentara, the mother is still at Uwak's house, finishing helping with the cooking. Maybe, because I was tired of traveling this week plus overtime, I finally fell asleep. Likewise with Jihan whose initial intention was to put Nabila and Nadira to sleep even fell asleep because when I was overtime then really no one helped her at home. All done by themselves.

"San ... San ... Hasan!" mom shook my arm to wake up. My head got dizzy, muter, out of shock. "Build San, Pakde want to minjam your car, he said he wanted to shop to the city. There's still something to buy."

I shuffled, took the key, handed it to my mother. Before long, as I was about to continue sleeping, mother came back again.

"Hasan, don't sleep yet. After all, you guys go home and even locked up in a room. Outside of many brothers who came. They want to see you San. Get out first, greet them. Then you'll be considered arrogant!" cetus mother.

"You make your donation to Uwakmu, San. Was eagerly awaited. Actually wanted to be used yesterday for cow shopping, but Uwakmu owed first. After you came home just paid."

"Mom, Hasan just contributed this way." I said, taking the envelope I had prepared.

Mom quickly picked up and opened the envelope. When looking at the five hundred thousand sheets, the mother's eyes widened. "What is this, San? Five hundred grand? You kidding? Money this way where can the cow, San. The cheapest price is ten million, it has also been carefully cut as the seller because it is familiar with your pact."

"Hasan's money is just that, ma'am."

"Geez Hasan, don't joke. If only this mending you do not need to go home, Hasan. I told uwak and our other brothers that you would lose ten million."

"Yes, why did you say that too. Why don't you ask Hasan first, how many."

"I told your wife. Where is Jihan? Wake him! Jihan .... Jihan .... Jihan!" like a possessed person, the mother went into the room, making Jihan who was asleep immediately woke up, followed by the crying sound of our twin babies who were crying. "Don't you know, what did you tell me before you came home? I told you to send a message to Hasan to lose ten million, right? Why didn't you tell me? You are yes, why the hell is now a daughter-in-law likes to make her in-laws upset. Yesterday came home so late that I had to wait a long time, now, my message you didn't tell my son. But that's the only message and it's very difficult for you to convey. Or you are intentionally, you do not want Hasan money to be used for the needs of our family. Aye, right? Don't so. You've only been with Hasan for a few years while we're his family for decades!" Mom gets angry, accuses Jihan of being a no-no.

"Mom, don't talk so much. I promised I wouldn't hurt Jihan again. Besides, Jihan's been delivering all of your messages to Hasan. It's just that Hasan really doesn't have any money. Pardon Hasan, Ma'am "said, squatting down in front of mommy to let out her anger.

"But I don't want to know, you have to give ten million. Get it in your savings, San!" Mother's orders.

"Mom, Hasan's money really doesn't exist. Lastly for the fare to Sumatra." I said, explaining our condition to my mother.

"O, so if you go back and forth Jihan's village you have money, it's not our brother's turn? You are, San. I suspect, do you not share the money to the family of Jihan or pendidurkan your parents who pay ya? Is that right Hasan? So you're more concerned with them than the Kuta family? Too you Hasan!" mom pointed at my face. Angry like an infidelity person.