Enough One Wife
Coaxed Jihan
"Hazan ... If you keep going and ignore me, then this is the last day you will be my son. Even if your mother dies, don't ever see my body, San. I'm not Sudi!" cetus mother, who followed Istighfar from my mouth, Jihan and pakde.
"What the hell is this, why break up like this. What's problem? Hasan, come here, tell pakde. The relationship between mother and child has no end. Don't just say, you better finish it here, don't take it out. Outside of many of our brothers, they will know and this is not good for your family." Said pakde.
As an elder between me and my mother, Pakde tried to mediate. To my boss tell me everything that happened. Pakde head bobbles. Didn't expect that it turned out that the dues matter was my own mother's initiative, not mine. "If your child has not been able to give that much, do not be forced, Yuk. Never mind. Just tell me the truth to your mom, she'll understand. Just apologize." Said pakde. "Don't arrive because of this problem, your relationship with your child becomes bad. Doesn't it mean anything to you?" ask sir again.
"I don't want to." Said mother. "He can owe. I just owe it to make it what it is now, when he can't be in debt to meet my needs?" obviously mother.
"Mom, if the money is really for the cost of living, Hasan is ready to find debt anywhere, but if only for prestige only. Forgive Hasan, Mom. Hasan can't!" I said again.
"You are, San!" Mom's still mad. "He was never devoted to me. All he thought about was his wife and children. I as his mother is not considered.if indeed for prestige what is wrong? That is the need of my life. I'm old, and I want to feel respected!" Said the mother who still did not want to lose. "My whole new life feels like people look at me with respect, usually, I'm not considered, just part of being a workman. He's not talking either."
"Well, can talk for a minute." Jihan asked me inside. "Well, what can't mom ask? Poor bang, it seems like mom really wants us to be upset. Just this once bang granted. To save mom's self-esteem too. Pleased mom was scared. After all, this celebration is also present most families, suppose we are willing to contribute to family meals." Jihan proposed.
"Sir, you don't need to be served. Not all of my requests should be granted. Especially something like that. As much as we can!"
"But this one's been promised, bang. That promise is debt. I still have to pay my mother. Yeah, try it anyway bang."
If it wasn't for Jihan, I wouldn't have done any of this. But in the end I gave up too. It took me a few minutes to be able to get the money that mom asked for.
"The money's there, but this is the last time I'm under the name Hasan. If there's something similar, you should talk to Hasan before you make a decision!" i'm affirming. "Hasan, Jihan and the kids went to the ATM first" I said.
Our family went to the ATM. After withdrawing the loan money from one of my office friends, I did not immediately return to my mother's house, but remained silent for a moment in the car. Look at what mom said earlier. It hurts, but as Jihan said, it should stay good to mom.
Ahhh mother is lucky to have a daughter-in-law like Jihan. If only Jihan's nature was like a daughter-in-law who many in the stories, who compete with her mother-in-law then from the beginning the mother will be eliminated. But Jihan didn't do that, she continued to support me in doing good to my mother.
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My eyes can not be separated from the smiling mother when all members of the family except the pakde praise mother and me.
Mother who managed to educate me until now can be a manager with a big salary. I am proud of my mother. But no one saw Jihan. They just made me and my mom the center.
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Everyone enjoyed it except me. It's not that I'm not sincerely indebted for my money but because I'm still disappointed by what my mother said.
I regret why I became a manager now. If only from the past it might have been able to make mom happy. It turns out that the happiness of the mother is the pride when it can be the person who is.
Accidentally, my gaze and mother clashed. The mother who had originally laughed immediately shut up, threw away her face. Then we went to talk to the other guests. While I, continue to follow in mom's footsteps with my eyes.
Still remember very well, in the past, if one of our brothers carried out the celebration, then my family always got the ration behind. Mother was washing dishes. The father who serves food, adds if the dish runs out. While I was told to quote plates and glasses used to eat the guests. It is always so every day. Even the last cousin I visited before.
But now, it's different. Mom's coming in front. Get a uniform, can talk to guests, eat as much as possible without anyone glancing with a sharp gaze.
Oh Allah ... Sometimes the economic gap is painful.
But, instead of me not wanting to follow mom's wishes, I just don't like it if we push ourselves too much.
Among the guests who came, I walked over, sneaking towards the mother who was talking to her friends.
"Mom, I'm sorry Hasan." I whispered in my mother's ear from behind, among the boisterous people talking.
Mom fell silent. He did not look at all Then he passed towards the back.was caught by my net mother sweeping her eyes that seemed wet. Maybe mom's crying.
"Mom, I'm sorry that Hasan doesn't understand. Maybe for Hasan excessive, but for mother not because it is so sad for our family when there are brothers who throw a celebration party.
"Bang, Brother is amazing. I'm proud of my brother. I don't regret being brother's wife." Jihan, who knew when it was coming, suddenly whispered in my ear.
"It's all thanks to you, brother. You owe it to me again. Thank you very much, brother. I'm sorry you have so many flaws." I whispered back.
having a wife like Jihan alone makes me so grateful. I really became the luckiest man in the world because I had a very understanding wife. Always counsel when her husband has flaws. Forgive when guilty.
