Not the Perfect Son-in-law
Chapters 1. Commandment in-law

Chapters 1. Commandment in-law

"You'd better divorce your wife!" ruqoyah's word to Ali, his son.

The man sitting in front of his mother immediately stood up. Where maybe he divorced a sholeh wife and had accompanied himself in a household heresy for 5 years.

"No, Ma. I will never divorce Hafsah. I love him and love him" Ali denied for the umpteenth time in these 3 months.

"Love? The darling? For what if he is unable to give you offspring. There are still plenty of fertile women out there. Don't you keep that barren woman. Don't you want to have children?" cerocos Ruqoyah with a cynical look towards the son-in-law who had been silently bowing her head.

"Mom, the God who governs to whom He will give offspring and does not. I want my household to walk in the path of Allah" Ali said in a soft tone. The man never raised his voice to his mother and wife.

A slanted smile was etched on Ruqoyah's face. The middle-aged woman also looked demeaningly at the son-in-law.

"You heard Hafsah yourself. If Ali wants your household to be in the way of Allah. Then, allow Ali to remarry," said the woman in a negligee dress with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and showed a gold bracelet as big as a watch attached to the left and right hands of each one

Although Hafsah understood the law of polygamy, but she did not want it until her husband married again. For him, household life if entered by a third party will be cracked and there is a possibility of damage later if he is unable to control the mood and emotions. In addition, he was not sure if the honey he would be a woman who could coexist with himself in good condition and would understand each other.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I did not want to have honey, afraid that it would cause evil in our hearts and families. Because of jealousy and feeling injustice in our relationship later," Hafsah said after raising her face and looking at Ruqoyah with a sad look.

Hearing the son-in-law's words made Ruqoyah go up. Then, he threw the magazine book on the table in Hafsah's face.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim," murmured Hafsah.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim, Mommy. Why do you do such a thing?" Ali immediately grabbed Hafsah's head and checked his face for injuries. Fortunately there were no bleeding wounds, only a red line on the nose of the nose belonged to Hafsah, because it was exposed to the thick end of the magazine.

Ruqoyah did not like it if Hafsah refused or denied her remarks. For him, everyone in the house must obey him. Ali took Hafsah to his room.

"Where are you, Hafsah. Your job isn't done yet, isn't it!" ruqoyah shouted as she pointed towards the kitchen, having to cook for dinner.

"Based on poor, uneducated daughter-in-law, it's barren again!" swear Ruqoyah with bulging eyes and a bloated nose because full of anger.

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"Hafsah, don't forget to iron all the clothes you washed yesterday, because you will have meetings with important people!" ruqoyah's word to the son-in-law who was cooking for breakfast.

"I–ya, Ma'am," replied Hafsah in a low tone.

All the housework is done and done by Hafsah. However, finances were regulated by Ruqoyah and the son-in-law was not given any money from the money given by Ali.

"Sir, your bag is black, where?" tanya Alika—adik wanita Ali—who is still in a state university.

"There was. What's for?" tanya Hafsah with her hands busy stirring the fried rice in the pan.

"Yes, make use of, dong, Ma'am!" alika replied with an annoyed look.

It was seen Alika rolling her eyes because she felt annoyed and careless to her brother-in-law if her wishes were not fulfilled. He also shouted to his mother.

"What's up, anyway! Shouting so. It's still morning and you're making a fuss at home. Shame on the neighbors," Ruqoyah snapped as she entered the kitchen with a face that wore a mask for facial care.

"Mbak Hafsah would not lend him his bag," a cynical look.

"What?" Ruqoyah glared at Hafsah.

"Hey, Hafsah. So people don't be stingy. Borrow your bag to Alika!" tell Ruqoyah while leaving her waist. He forgot the mask that was damaged by the movement of his mouth.

Hafsah also explained that he would wear a gift bag from the parents of one of the students taught by him, to a meeting of teachers in the district.

"What's up, this? Why are you staring at each other like that?" tanya Ali who just got into the house after heating the motor machine.

"Well, your wife is a stingy man. Masa Alika wants to borrow her bag is not borrowed. He said the teacher was teaching, but it did not reflect a good attitude," Ruqoyah replied in a satirical tone.

Hafsah can only be silent, if he replies to his mother-in-law's words later will even be more runnyam and the problem widens everywhere. In the past, her bags, shoes, and sandals were often given to Alika if the woman asked for them. Now he only has one bag that will definitely not be returned again. All the items borrowed by Alika none of them were returned.

"Don't you have a lot of bags?" Ali asked his sister.

"It's busted. If Mbak Hafsah does not want to lend me his bag, I ask for money to buy a new bag," replied the woman in her early 20s while raising her hand to Ali.

"Not Brother gave you the same money last week. Don't be wasteful, finding money is hard. Use the best possible money that you love every month," said Ali because he thought Alika was too wasteful.

"Sister, 2 million dollars for snacks and campus needs for one month is enough. My friends are given at least 10 million monthly money" Alika said, brandishing her ten fingers.

"It has. Don't fuss, be ashamed of your neighbors. It's all because of you, Hafsah!" accuse Ruqoyah while pointing at the daughter-in-law's face.

"Ali, quickly give money to your sister to buy a bag!" ruqoyah.

"Mom, my money has been given all the same Mom and Alika. I only have money for gasoline" Ali said honestly.

"What's? This must be your money controlled by your wife, yes, right!" accuse Ruqoyah.

"Astaghfirullah's. Ma'am, Hafsah is always rationed by the mother only a hundred thousand a month and all my salary is the mother who set," defended Ali for the wife.

Ruqoyah was silent as she stared intently at Hafsah. In his heart the middle-aged woman was still cursing at the son-in-law.

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Assalamualaikum, all. We meet again in my latest novel. This work tells the fortitude of a wife in the face of the dzolim-an mother-in-law and sister-in-law. So, it will certainly invite a lot of emotions.

Will the household life of Hafsah and Ali be okay? Follow their story, yes!