My Dear Teacher
Dita, The Son-in-law Who Became a Heart Cooler

Dita's motorbike drove slowly leaving her mother-in-law's childhood home. A pair of eyes of Bu Anis who was sitting in the back bench was not willing to take his eyes off the house until finally they passed the corner and his view had changed. Now, the net is glazed, then slowly broken until the clear grains flood his cheeks.

"Mom crying?" Dita asked, peeking out of the rearview mirror. He saw his shadow-in-law wiping away the remaining tears that kept spilling. "You want to stop first?" he asked back. There's no answer. Dita continued to drive the motor somewhat while looking for a comfortable place to stop until it reached the front of the mosque courtyard. "We stop first."

Dita opened her bag, gave some tissue to her in-laws. Like a child, Ms. Anis complied. She wiped her tears, but kept crying.

"Do you think I'm evil?" ask Ms. Anis.

"About?" Returning to ask, did not understand the direction of the conversation in-laws.

"Kids who think I'm an evil mother."

"It seems that no one thinks that way. Damar, Nanda, Sigit and Lala have great respect for mom. They love their mother too. Even if they do not follow the orders of the mother, it is because they feel they do not fit. But the rest yes they love mom and for them mom is the best mother. Although there are shortcomings because there are no perfect humans."

"But in reality I'm a bad mother. Where there is a good mother who plunges her child by betrothing an older man who is more worthy of being her father."

"Mom did it for a reason, didn't she?"

"You must be pissed at me, right?"

"Not really,"

"Huuuhhh, it's because you want to get my heart. Aye, right? That's why you're okay with me."

"Yes." Yeah."

"So you hate me?"

"No. How can I hate a woman who has given birth to a man who is my priest. A man who, despite his age, is younger than me, is responsible. All must be because of the good that mother had done so that God bestowed good also on Damar. That's why I wanted to thank my mother, somehow I returned my kindness. I had a lot of happiness after I got married. I am usually a kara, now after marriage not only have a husband, but have a mother and also have three sisters at once. God's amazingly good to me, isn't he?"

"Hiks" Anis cried again. This time his tears were even more intense. Dita let her in-laws spill her grief. He patiently calms down with wise words.His experience as a teacher allows him to handle the emotions of his in-laws even though their age is far apart.

"Mom, in Damar there is his father's blood. But that doesn't mean Damar will be like that either. I understand, I'm afraid Damar will get karmic for what you did to his father. But, as a woman, I judge that what you do to your husband is not wrong. His father Damar must indeed get the reward for his actions. Precisely if the mother did not do that then the mother has done evil. After all, there is no such thing as karma, let alone children who have to bear the sins of their parents. Everyone will be responsible

with each of his actions, there is no such thing as a child responsible for the mistakes of his parents. Besides, I'm pretty sure my husband won't do what you're worried about, he's a good guy. That's all I have to understand because I don't have to imagine anything bad."

"You won't understand, I .. I'm afraid my son is like their father. I also would not be able to if one day they were abandoned by their partner. Me," back Miss Anis crying.

"Mom has a lot of wounds in the heart. InshaAllah now me and Damar are trying to heal that wound. You just have to be patient through the consultation so that later you can also get the best results. Now there is no need to think of something that will not necessarily happen. We better pray for Damar and his sisters" Dita said.

***

Dita was very patient in accompanying her in-laws to undergo consulship with psychologists. When feelings of anxiety about the things he imagined himself appeared, Dita came back to calm down in her own way. He was able to convince Ms. Anis that her worries were unfounded. It's never gonna happen. Even Dita always instills optimism in her in-laws.

That togetherness made the in-laws and daughter-in-law more familiar. Bu Anis who initially refused to have a daughter-in-law Dita now even stick with her. Every day Dita is obliged to come to her house. Starting from accompanying the Consul, chatting, or if Dita is busy they will reply to messages via WA.

Now mom, happens to be on leave to prepare for Damar who will take the package exam. After all the business was done, Dita accompanied Bu Anis shopping at the request of her in-laws.

"What color do you prefer, Dit?" Ask Bu Dita, while choosing a game. "What about this maroon red? The color fits perfectly with your white skin."

"But I'm not looking to buy a robe, ma'am." Said Dita.

"It's not you who's buying. But I bought it for you. I never bought you a gift, so here is a gift for you. Think of it as a wedding gift from in-laws to a daughter-in-law" said Ms. Anis.

Our eyes are glazed. Spontaneously she hugged her in-laws. He felt the warmth. Like hugging his own mother. A hug he had long missed. Dita has lost her mother since she was in elementary school. He spent the day alone with his father. That's why Dita was so hopeful that one day her in-laws could accept her because she missed her mother's affection.

"Mom, thank you." It was Dita's turn to cry.

"Don't call mom, call mom. Why embrace everything anyway. Wear a cry event anyway. It's a public place, ashamed to be seen by many. Later will be counted by your mother to ask you again. Already have. Quiescent. Don't cry." Bu Anis tried to take off Dita's embrace, but with a trembling voice because he actually felt moved. In the end, instead of letting go, he hugged his daughter-in-law. Slowly but surely he began to love Dita. The father-in-law and son-in-law finally embraced each other. They cry without caring has become the center of attention of shop visitors.

Let people see strange. They just don't know if at this time a daughter-in-law finally gets the love of her in-laws and a father-in-law finally realizes how lucky she is to have a daughter-in-law like Dita