Not the Perfect Son-in-law
Chapter 4. Savings Money Over
Chapter 4
Hafsah saw the clock already showed at 18:00 usually the husband has gone home at 17:30. But now it has not reached home. There is no message notification if you are going home late, contacted also the number is not active. Of course this made Hafsah worried.
'Oh Allah, may Bang Ali be in good shape and nothing happens that we do not want.' Hafsa prayed in his heart.
After the Maghrib prayer, Ali did not go home. This makes Hafsah unable to remain silent. He also contacted Ali's office friend who was on a note. Her husband used to write down the phone numbers of some of his friends. So he called one of the numbers listed there.
"Assynolajet. I am Hafsah, Ali Said Faturahman's wife. This is Pak Harun's phone number press Bang Ali's office?" hafsah asked nervously as she rarely talked to foreign men.
"Oh, his wife Pak Ali. Yes, I am Aaron. What's up, Mom? Is there anything I can help you with?" The person across the street spoke politely.
"Is there an event at the office, sir? Usually Bang Ali never came home late if not overtime," asked Hafsah.
"Sir Ali came home at work. Even our motorbikes are parked next to each other" replied Mr. Aaron.
"Oh, so. Sorry to interrupt your break, sir. Assalamualaikum," said Hafsah and ended their conversation.
Not long after, the sound of vehicles entering the yard of the house. Hafsah looked through the window. It was seen that her husband came home in a tangled state. It was clearly exhausted from his face.
Hafsah rushed to her husband. She kissed Ali's hand and her husband would kiss her forehead or the tip of her head.
"Bang, tumben came home late?" ask Hafsah while handing over a glass of warm tea to Ali.
"Ali, is there a mother's favor?" Suddenly Ruqoyah came out of her room and came to Ali and Hafsah who were sitting on the sofa.
"She, Mom. Here," said Ali, handing over a jewelry box.
Ruqoyah opened the box and saw several rings, bracelets, necklaces, and earrings. All of them are her jewelry that she mortgaged when she needed money to treat her husband first.
"Finally this jewelry can come back to me again. If it's sustenance will not go where," he said with a big smile.
Ali came home late because he had to come to the pawnshop, he happened to have made an appointment with an employee there earlier. The jewelry was redeemed by using a joint savings money which is filled every month 2 million taken from salary. These mutual savings were first triggered by Hafsah for their future savings later. Especially if there is a sudden expenditure and can not be delayed.
Hafsah glanced at Ali, wondering where her husband could have the money to redeem his jewelry. While it's been four months now, all of Ali's salary money is arranged by his mother.
"Bang, have you prayed?" asked Hafsah with a smile that adorned his shady face.
"Already, Honey. Earlier on the way home stop at the grand mosque and congregate there," replied Ali with a reply smile that was no less charming.
They also had dinner together. Not one bit of mention about Ruqoyah's jewelry earlier. Alika also eats in silence which is usually always noisy asking money to Ali or Ruqoyah.
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Hafsah was disappointed in Ali for not discussing it first when he took 20 million in the joint savings. Although it was Ali's right, but at least he was informed as well.
"Darling, forgive brother. Earlier, the mother continued to insist on having her jewelry redeemed for fear of being auctioned by the pawnshop because it was not redeemed also to this day" Ali said while holding the wife's hand.
"Well, how much is left of our money in savings now? In the past we have taken 100 million for the treatment of father and mother's living expenses also Alika. And now it's taken back 20 million" asked Hafsah.
"It looks like there's only interest left" replied Ali.
"Astagfirullah. Bang, we collected the money for five years, and it was not until six months" said Hafsah sadly.
"You're ridho, aren't you?" Ali looked at his wife.
"I'm ridho, Bang. Insha Allah I ridho the money was used for the treatment of the father. Why is there no extra money in savings. You should commit every month to save 2 million for that joint savings" said Hafsah.
"Kan, you know for yourself all the salary money that mom took and arranged everything" said Ali.
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Ruqoyah was very happy that all her jewelry had returned. She loves all kinds of jewelry. Especially since he was in control of Ali's money, every month he could sell jewelry. If he gets bored he will sell and buy a new model.
Ali gets a salary of 20 million every month. In the past every month he would give 5 million to his family, 5 million for household needs, 2 million joint savings, 4 million for his own needs and 4 million for Hafsah needs. Fortunately Ali and Hafsah are among the simple people who do not like poya-foya. So, they can save money. Last year they both got the Hajj list. So now their savings are running low.
"Mom, ask for money," Alika said as soon as she walked into her room.
"Money for what else?" ask Ruqoyah.
"There's a friend whose birthday is tomorrow, I have to buy a present for him," Alika replied with a typical whimper of her.
Ruqoyah could not refuse his son's request. He also gave 500,000 money without saying much.
"Who did you go with this afternoon?" ask Ruqoyah.
"Where did you see me?" Alika asked nervously. Of course he didn't think that his mother had caught him.
"At the restaurant this afternoon" replied Ruqoyah.
Alika's face suddenly turned pale. His eyes moved here and there confused to answer him.
"Oh, he's my boss at work, ma'am. Now I'm in work training," said Alika while hugging her mother.
"Remember, you don't mess around. Women should have self-esteem do not want to be worn by men," Ruqoyah said.
"Of course, Mom. Am I a cheap woman?" reply Alika with a frown.
"Yes, I know you're a good woman. You have to find a rich man to make your life happy" Ruqoyah said as she brushed her daughter's nose.
Alika smiled stiffly as her eyes fogged up.
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Will the economy of the Ali family falter? What secrets is Alika hiding? Follow their story, yes!
