Papa's Substitute for Altaf
Chapter 4 - Choosing to go

"Sir, want to say goodbye, Ratih wants to go home to mother."

"The work is finished yet?" Asked the mother-in-law without looking over in a lazy tone.

The coach did not answer.

"Don't leave if the work isn't done yet." said Bu Tias again.

"How many days do you have a big bag with you, how many days are you going to stay there?" Tanya Gafar looked at the bag that Ratih was carrying. Sontak made the mother-in-law turn her head, scan Ratih and her bag with eyes swiggling dislike.

"Don't dream of staying there, who would do the housework if you were there for a long time? Afternoon should be home." Cynical mother-in-law with a sneer."There's a lot of work here. That same dish of laundry last night you finished yet. Don't be ashamed of the guests if the plate is finished."

"My dirty laundry, Ratih. I put it in the laundry. Well, you know you'll split up." Maya is busy with her dress.

Ratih sighed, it was already very outrageous of her husband's family. All the Ratih who works, never thought he who fussed all while looking after Altaf. What is difficult is washing yourself anyway using the washing machine can be in stay, as usual Ratih do while doing the other. But the basis of the Indra family has considered him as a messenger not part of the family or a ghost.

Not to mention the mockery and scolding if all is not immediately finished. Enough, enough patience. He did not receive any credit for all his service and effort. Even her husband Indra is now dating a woman named Tiara.

"Patience wants to go home buk."

"Come home?" Look at the mother-in-law with eyes glaring dislike." Yes, you just go home there do not need to come back here again. Just nusahin, reduced to rations of rice in this house there is no you and your child." Ketus Bu Tias while standing from his seat stared lightly at Ratih.

Her mother-in-law pointed out with her hands, saying "there go!"

"Well if that's what mom wants. I really want to go. Hope you guys get a maid in this house. Geratis!"ratih said quickly without saluting anyone.

Ratih stepped definitely towards the front road where his online ojek was waiting by holding Altaf and carrying a bag containing his clothes and goods.

"Eee, wait, stop!" Shouted Tias' mother walking closer to Ratih, forced Ratih to stop.

"Open first the bag, want to see me, lest you turn over, bring things from this house."accused Bu Tias violently pulled the bag from Ratih's hand, until the bag came off and fell on the yard.

"Astaghfirullah, buk..."

Ratih's open mouth does not believe the attitude of his mother-in-law that does not reflect as a parent.

"Poor people suddenly want to get out of this house. It's suspicious! Afraid of my mother in case there is a golden mother. Quickly open!"

Ratih still felt shocked, and only shook his head. Ratih did not think through the behavior of his in-laws who continued to prejudge about him.

"The school is open." Furious bu Tias by kicking the bag owned by Ratih who had fallen in the yard.

"Look! I'm not a thief, it's just a Ratih and Altaf shirt." Said Ratih in a slightly vibrating voice resisting the turmoil in the chest.

"May, here's May, help me open this bag." Call Bu Tias while sliding Ratih's bag. Maya comes closer and opens Ratih's bag.

"Have you anything at all?" Ratih protest strongly objected, could-can his mother-in-law accused him of stealing. Altaf in the sling was already crying. Ratih is confused between preventing the immoral actions of his in-laws and brother-in-law from ruffling his bag and calming Altaf who is crying out of fear.

"satisfied? Satisfied? Is there any mother's stuff here?"

Ratih looked at his in-laws and in-laws who found nothing in Ratih's bag except for the clothes and belongings of Ratih and Altaf scattered about. The two women looked up but did not leave where they stood. Maybe it's also keki because he didn't find anything there, not according to Bu Tias' expectations.

Ratih still calmed the crying Altaf, as he tidied up the items that had been made scattered by Bu Tias and Maya. At least they don't help. Just look and sneer in disdain.

Ratih tried to calm Altaf who was still crying in his sling, while carrying the bag containing his goods away.

"Mantu doesn't know himself. Don't go back to you. There is no courtesy with the parents. Durhaka. Just be careful if you come back here. I kicked it all the way!" Hardik's mother-in-law with her arrogance stood up and pointed at Ratih.

However, Ratih did not care, he was already hurt by his attitude and had exhausted his patience all this time. Who else is going back there.

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"Assalamualaik."

"Ratih Maam?" Excited his brother Galang when he saw Ratih entering the house with a bag and Altaf carrying it. With a swift Galang helped bring the bag." Buk, mbak Train home."

Rohmah's mother walked in a row from the kitchen. He was happy to see Ratih able to go home on the eid day so much.

"Thank God, how can you go home today, son?" I hug Ratih who kisses the back of his mother's hand.

Ms. Rohmah took Altaf from the sling and kissed the adorable boy.

"Yes, grandma's granddaughter why is this skinny?" Mumbled Bu Rohmah with melted tears."why how much does Altaf want? Crying out?"

"Sorry buk, Ratih can stay here right?" Lirih Ratih looked at her mother.

"May son, this is your home too."said Bu Rohmah kissed the rebellious Altaf, at last mother let down Altaf."why Altaf cry son?"

"Bad granny." Said Altaf who was still as excited as his cedal dialect. The face of Madam Rohmah changed slightly.

"Prophey baby, from now on, no one will be evilin Altaf anymore. Hemm?"

Madam Rohmah who was crouching in front of Altaf looked up at Ratih.

"have you eaten yet? I finished the Opor manasin yesterday."

"Yes, I want to."

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That night Ratih put Altaf to sleep in the room he used to live in while still a girl. When he checked his phone. There are dozens of messages from Indra. Ratih sighed, he prepared mentally before opening the message from her husband, which he believed must contain meaning and the like.

But there was a speck of hope for Ratih, who would persuade her husband to return, though no matter how much their five years of marriage were short.

Practice holding his breath, then he tries to calm himself down.

"Whatever Mas Indra sends and says, I will accept it." Muttered Ratih with a trembling hand pressing his thumb on the gadget screen.

Seriate...