Not the Perfect Son-in-law
Chapters 2. Slander in-law
Chapter 2 The Slander of In-Law
After finishing all the homework, Hafsah quickly prepared to leave for the meeting of the district teachers. The woman went to be picked up by a fellow teacher.
"Pok, are there any tissues?" ask Hafsah when passing to a stall owned by his neighbor.
"There was. Where are you going, ustadzah?" ask Mpok Noni when she sees Hafsah wearing neat and nice clothes.
"Most streets spend the money," said the middle-aged woman with thick body.
"Hey, Ratna you don't talk. It could be slander, it!" mpok Noni said with sarcasm.
"Well, I'm talking the truth. Bu Ruqoyah said, her daughter-in-law was just a barge and spent her husband's money. Hence Bu Ruqoyah often complains of headaches due to fatigue working to clean the house," replied Ratna who is a good friend of Ruqoyah. The woman stared cynically at Hafsah.
"Yes, pity Ms. Ruqoyah. He is old, should be pleased with his son and daughter-in-law. This is even made into babu," continued the woman berkaster flowers.
"Mom-mother, I cannot believe that this Hafsah did such a thing to Bu Ruqoyah. He is a teacher and often advises our children to do good to parents. I believe that Hafsah is a good woman" replied Tia, a neighbor whose home is near the madrassa where Hafsah teaches.
This woman also often saw how to teach Hafsah to her students. According to him it was full of tenderness and affection. Therefore, Tia did not love to give a gift to Hafsah at the time of Lebaran. This year he gave away a branded bag because he felt sorry when he saw his son's teacher wearing an already ugly bag.
"You can talk that way because you have never seen Miss Ruqoyah who often complains of her body pain from doing homework" Ratna denied with a sewot to Tua, whose age was very far adrift.
"Yes, Hafsah's work only sweeps the front yard, so it looks like he's doing homework. Though all of it was done by her in-laws," added the woman berkaster flowers.
"Yes, you can do that the same in-laws, because he lives in the house of Ali who incidentally is the son of Bu Ruqoyah," said Ratna again with a blind squealing with cynical eyes.
"Have ... already! are you guys here to shop or what?" hardik Mpok Noni was upset. This middle-aged woman also often heard the story of Ruqoyah who vent often wronged by her own daughter-in-law since living in Ali's house. However, she did not believe the story, because as long as she was neighbors with Hafsah, not once did she see the ugliness of women who daily wear hijab.
The fussiness of the mothers in the stall did not provide an opportunity for Hafsah to defend himself or tell the truth that happened. Every time he opened his mouth, Ratna cut him off.
Hafsah can only be deeply rooted in the heart. He always prayed for the mother-in-law to soften her heart and love her. She used to be very happy with Ali's household life until her father-in-law died and Ruqoyah moved into her house. Since then the woman's life has been under pressure from the woman who gave birth to her husband.
"I just want to say that what you said was a mistake. I'm still doing homework like how I used to do since I got married to Bang Ali" Hafsah said before she left. The woman did not want to vilify her mother-in-law in public. No need for the ugliness of a person to be avenged with a bad thing again, this will instead bring revenge in the future. We should have done something that could have made his bad nature and behavior change for the better. Among them is to pray for her kindness and do good, and to speak meekly.
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Ruqoyah dressed up very beautiful and graceful. He'll meet rich friends downtown. He deliberately ordered a vehicle online to go there. He is most anti-riding public transportation or jostling with many people.
Ruqoyah's eyes looked at the price of the food and drinks that were there. All expensive can be for a one week shopping ration for one piece of steak and a glass of juice.
'If I order the cheapest food, later they will call me a kere, ' Inner Ruqoyah.
"I ordered grilled ribs and avocado juice" Ruqoyah said, choosing the expensive foods on the menu.
"No, right? What I said earlier, Miss Ruqoyah will order burnt ribs," Bu Budiman told other mothers.
"Bu Ruqoyah's taste is high and knows which is good and also has good quality" said Bu Darma.
The show went well and smoothly. Again Ruqoyah swallowed disappointment because her name did not come out as a winner of the ceremony.
"It's not Alika, Bu Ruqoyah's daughter, is it?" asked Bu Joko while pointing towards Alika being with a man who looks aged.
Ruqoyah's eyes widened when she saw her daughter was with a foreign man. His face suddenly stiffened and his chest rumbled. He felt embarrassed and angry at this moment, afraid that his friends were thinking badly.
"Yes, it's Alika. He's with his omnya, he said there's something they need to talk about. Actually Alika wants to work while in college. My daughter wants to be independent and does not like to depend on others" Ruqoyah said.
"Well, Miss Ruqoyah's daughter is great, yes! My son Boro-boro wants to live independently, wake up I still have to wake up," said Bu Budiman and justified by other mothers.
"Alhamdulillah, I have two children who are great and independent. They do not like to bother others the most" said Ruqoyah praising her own son even though it is not true.
"Oh, yes. What about that son-in-law? Are you still not pregnant?" ask Ms. Darma.
"The woman is barren. Even so do not want in honey .. do not want to be divorced! I got dizzy should how else. I'm talking well, he's chiding me. I don't know what else to do, pity Ali. My son is very kind and does not want to make his wife sad, but his kindness is instead reciprocated with the arrogance and arrogance of my son-in-law," the word Ruqoyah again lied and it made the people who were there feel sympathy for Ruqoyah and Ali.
"Do you know why Ali couldn't escape his barren wife?" Ruqoyah whispered.
"No idea, Mom. What happened to Ali?" ask Bu Joko.
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Can Hafsah change the habits of his dzalim-loving mother-in-law? Who was that guy with Alika? Follow their story, yes!
