Bitter Tongue In-Law
91. Mature Side Nuna

"Thank God, Mom. Bian wants to accept me for who I am. Mau nerima Cashel as a child as well, dear and love him to Cashel like his own child. What do you want to eat? Let me masakin." Nuna hugged Bu Ningsih's shoulder and led her into the house.

"Don't be too good with Mom. I'm ashamed that you're like gini. Let me take care of myself Mom. Mom can still. I feel like I'm sorry I'm too embarrassed. Apologizing is not enough to make up for what you did. Punish Mother, Nuna!"

"What is this mom talking about? Everything for me has passed. Don't talk about it anymore, already, yes. Let's forget it, everything's fine. I've recovered, I've had more happiness than I wanted. So do not feel guilty let alone embarrassed because Mother is wrong. We're both sinners, just different paths."

"Although I know this is very free, but I still want to do it. I still want to apologize to you. Sorry, Mom, yes. I should have heard Arga's words. Just try to hear what she said, at least she's still here now. She didn't go after Mom, she must be mad at me." Ms. Ningsih was back sobbing.

"Mother, everything that happens in us, what happens in the same way as our lives, there is already interference from God. We do not need to regret it because no matter what happens there is certainly wisdom that we can take. Stitched things and as sick as anything that must be something that we can make a lesson, for we can be better in the future. This is indeed God's way of rebuking us, to remind us. But sometimes we misunderstand by thinking no-no. Already, yes Mom. It's better now that we're in, I'm playing Cashel, I'm cooking. I remember Mom's favorite food. Son, bring grandma in. I'm going to go shopping."

Nuna then sauntered away before Bu Ningsih answered her words. Though he did not taste to eat, he did not feel hungry at all even though since yesterday has not been filled with filling food.

Nuna walked leisurely on the outskirts of the fairly densely populated village. Eight years ago he often climbed asphalt that has many holes in the middle of the asphalt. He walked slowly while enjoying the appearance of houses that turned out to have changed a lot. Many homes are much nicer and larger than eight years ago.

Nuna became doubtful whether the vegetable seller he used to make subscriptions is still selling or not. And the answer was apparently answered when the question popped into his head.

"Thank God it's still selling. Bigger shop now," murmured Nuna slowly. "Mom, is the chicken still there? All the sotos."

"You're Nuna, huh? The more beautiful you are. It used to be beautiful, now it's more beautiful. The one who brought the black car was your husband?" The seller asked as he prepared what Nuna asked.

"Ah Mama can. Yes, that was my husband."

"You're still good with your ex-in-law, he was bad with you. Why fine? He'll visit later. After you live also used to like mocking Lita. Though originally in puja, after Lita's miscarriage dibelkekin here and there."

"I don't care about that, Mom. I just want to be nice to everyone who knows me. I want to be useful to others. As for the reply, I don't want to expect more from what I give. The more I hope for a reply, the more I will get nothing from God. So how much, Mom?" Nuna wanted to end the conversation that felt less useful.

Nuna handed over a 100 thousand note and, "The return is for me. Or later maybe Bu Ningsih shopping here, can make pay for the food." Nuna walked away from there.

Some people who had just come to shop only saw Nuna with a friendly smile and a sense of awe that they kept in their hearts. It was undeniable that anything stuck to Nuna's body looked luxurious. Very inversely proportional to a few years ago when he was still a victim of his tongue-in-law.

Nuna moved quickly to get home. In addition to Bu Ningsih and his son who had to eat immediately, he also felt his stomach had been very sore since.

As soon as he got home, he saw Cashel and Bu Ningsih who were in a room that had been a silent witness that he and Arga had slept in the same bed. A faint smile rang when he saw Cashel and Bu Ningsih looking at the toys that Arga bought and apparently all the toys were intended for Cashel, only Arga did not have the courage to give to the child.

Nuna left the room door for a while after enjoying the warm view. He quickly cooked so he could eat.

"Mom help you, yeah." Bu Ningsih appeared in the middle of the cooking process.

"Oh, Mommy don't. I sat quietly with Cashel. I'll call you when you're ripe." Nuna's busy hands suddenly stopped. He remembered the words of Bu Ningsih who did not like the taste of his cooking.

"Sorry Mom, I forgot that you don't like the taste of my cooking. If so Mother who gives seasoning, yes. Let me wash the vegetables."

"No need." Bu Ningsih's hand held Nuna's hand. "Taste you is actually good. Suitable also on Mother's tongue, it's just that Mother used to be too prestigious to admit that your cooking is better than Mother's. I don't want Arga to be more affectionate with you because your cooking is much better. I don't want you to be superior in anything. That's why I used to say that Mom doesn't match the taste of your cooking."

"Yes, if so, I go back to the front. I'll finish this fast."

"Thank you, yes, Nuna. Your presence was not expected. But now I know why God brought you into my life. My hope this time is just one. Mom was given the chance to change for the better like Arga. So that later when Mother is called the same God, Mother already.yah at least there is good in Mother."

"Any bad person must have a speck of good value in him. I still have a chance to change everything. God give me that chance, God loves you. Don't feel alone, there's me and Cashel who will always be standing next to Mom." Nuna hugged Bu Ningsih so she didn't feel alone.