Bitter Tongue In-Law
3. Tears of Fake

A few days passed. The life of Nuna who is like hell the world has run a month. As long as it was just eating the liver he felt. Especially when left by her husband to work, it is no longer a speech that hurts her heart, but also sometimes the actions of Bu Ningsih make her want to fight, but hindered her respect for older people.

"Na, I was only given half of my child's salary. That half of it you must have brought, right? Give it to me!" Bu Ningsih launched the action after the departure of the child.

Yesterday was the first day Nuna received money from Arga. He accepted it as not whole and not too much. Because he had to share it with his mother-in-law and also Arga for the cost of going home to his place to make a living.

"Mom, the money given by Mas Arga is nothing, it is also for my needs. I also need money to check the contents, not to mention later if my content gets bigger. There must be more needs, if I do not mourn little by little from now on, later in the future even difficult."

"You gave birth a long time ago. It can be searched again later. Do you eat every day that you don't need money? Therefore, if you are not financially ready, do not want to be in gratang-grayang. If you do not want to give the money, then buy your own food. Don't ask me!" Ms. Ningsih was leaving in front of her daughter-in-law

"Think that money can be for all needs? That's why there's no leftover food. What does electricity pay for? Why didn't he think?" cerocos Bu Ningsih who still sounded clear and successfully entered Nuna's ears without a hitch.

Undeniably, the more here Ms. Ningsih showed the intensity of her hatred. Whatever Nuna says or does has no point. In fact, he always blamed things that should not be charged to Nuna alone. Blaming her pregnancy on the son-in-law seems to be a mandatory thing that must be expressed every day.

Nuna went back to the room and looked at some red sheets of paper she had just received from her husband. It was the first birth he received. Should he give this too? During this month he had sacrificed his mentality which was originally fine to be a mess. Should he sacrifice others as well?

Feeling that there was someone to be appreciated, Nuna finally contacted her husband. Whether this was the right choice or not, all she had in mind back then was that she had to make a decision under the permission of her husband.

[Mas, how much money did you give Mom? Why do you still ask me again? What has been your salary for a month given all to Mom?]

[Not everyone, but mostly I love Mom. Yes, you give me the money. Money is also for our needs, right?]

[What about my needs? I also need money to check the contents and buy the needs of our children. We need enough money for the cost of giving birth, right. If I do not miss, how will my content get bigger?]

[That's my business, you'll take care to check.]

Just a deep, heavy sigh in response to her husband's last message. Nuna felt helpless, very helpless, no matter what choice she made, it was hard.

Why are you thinking about this, Nuna? Just give it away, thinking about finances is not your responsibility.

Nuna got up from her seat, she left a few pieces of money to check the content. After the money was neatly stored, he came out of the room with a red sheet of paper that he had been holding since.

"Mom, here's the money. I'm not saving any more money than to check the contents."

The next few days, it appeared that Bu Ningsih was wearing a new outfit. Nuna recalled a few days ago, the day her mother-in-law fussed over small amounts of money to make ends meet. And now, the old lady is wearing a new outfit? Does that not include waste?

"Mas, Mom a few days ago was fussing over my money in order to make ends meet. And I gave you the money as you said, but why after I gave you the money, I bought a new shirt. Instead of the money to buy clothes, is it better I can save for the needs of our children?" Nuna complained to her husband one night.

"Yes, I just bought a new shirt. Haven't bought for a long time, you why the hell is it like every move Your mother is wrong? You protested, why?"

"Kok you still ask why, Mas? What are you why? Can you think about it anyway? This is not fair to me. I understand home needs a lot, but I also have needs. I relented in financial terms so that Mom would not feel deprived. I gave my rights to Mother, but what I love was abused, yes I was obviously angry dong Mas, I protested. I deserve that. If you can buy a shirt that means her needs are actually enough then why do you ask for my money?"

"Nuna, come. Don't fuss over small things, don't fuss over money. This is my money just as you fuss, what if I have a lot of money?"

"It is precisely because your money is mediocre that it must be used properly. What matters, what comes first, and what doesn't."

From outside the room, Ms. Ningsih heard Nuna's chatter. At this time he was biting his finger because he was thinking about what reason he would use to attack his son-in-law again.

Bu Ningsih was slightly jolted when the room door suddenly opened. He gulped his saliva roughly when he saw who the person who opened the square object was.

"Mother, what's going on here?"

"Mom didn't overhear you guys fighting because of Mom. It seems Nuna misunderstood. This shirt is new, but I bought it a long time ago, long before you were married. Mother is just wearing it now because this shirt turns out to be slipping in the closet. Which mother might dare to waste or buy something that is not a basic need, I also know that your needs are many. You've been pregnant, you've given birth, you know what you need." Ms. Ningsih started to shed her fake tears and it invited the attention of the child.

"Nuna, I'm sorry if I was wrong when I asked you for money from Arga. I'll give you the money back." Ms. Ningsih then inched towards her room. However, just two steps away from the presence of the newlyweds, his feet stopped stepping because of the cheque from his son.

"No need to ma'am. I'm just using the money."

"Your wife also has needs, and I shouldn't have asked for her money."

"Udah, Mom. Don't listen to Nuna. After all, the money for the examination of the content already exists. Just use the money." Arga left after saying that.

Now there are two women who meet each other. Bu Ningsih then wiped away the remaining tears with a mocking gesture.

"You're messing with me, it's not that easy. Keep fighting, don't shut up. So that I may also be challenged." Ms. Ningsih showed her sneaky smile and passed from there.