Parenting
Episode 7's

If time could be turned back. I chose to live with my old husband and son. Compared to living with in-laws who are wealthy but never considered to be his existence.

In the past, my shadow would be able to live happily after marrying Mas Rangga. But it turns out things are not in line with expectations. My life is now much more miserable than when I was my husband's first wife. However, whatever power, the rice has become porridge. I have to continue living it, especially now there is a baby from my marriage with Mas Rangga.

Today there will be a wedding party at one of the homes of his mother's relatives Mas Rangga. Since the night Mas Rangga and mother have been there regardless and invite me. I left her at home with my baby. Like I'm not part of their family.

"Myrna, tomorrow you have to clean and clean this house as neat as possible, yes! There will be a mother brother who will stop by here. I'm ashamed that his house will be dirty and messy" said the mother shortly before he went to his brother who was holding a party.

"But, ma'am, how Mirna could do such a lot of homework, while the dedenya again fever and fuss continues this from yesterday," I declined to reason.

"You've been brave, yes, now you're the same mother?"

"It's not so, Mom, but Mirna is worried that she won't be able to do all the tasks from Mom if the dedicate continues to fuss."

"Don't fret over excuses with Mirna's son! Mother used to take care of children while taking care of homework can. You're not so fucking smart!"

"Have it, not many of these reasons, anyway Mother wants when you will stop by here the house is neat and clean. Point," he concluded and passed from before me.

I could only sigh heavily in the face of the mother's attitude that there was not the slightest bit of sympathy for me as her daughter-in-law. I just go with whatever the circumstances. And inevitably have to overcome it even though it always holds pain and tightness in the chest.

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Mirna was confused as she intended to cook rice. The rice he took was only half a glass. Mirna approached Rangga, her husband who was struggling with somay dough that he would sell at noon.

"Mas, can you go to mom's house for a minute? I'm cooking but the rice is gone. I tried to borrow rice first one kilo later during the day to return to trade and get paid using money, "he asked Mas Rangga.

"This Mas again responsibility again fried beans for seasoning, how? Why don't you go to mom's house by yourself?"

"Here let me keep frying the beans, Mas," Mirna suggested. He did not dare to have to deal with his mother-in-law let alone this kind of business.

It has been a few months Mirna and her husband live separately from the house of Bu Sumi, Rangga's mother. After Mirna tried to persuade Rangga to live in an empty house that was left by its residents to migrate to Jakarta. Incidentally the owner of the house is still a relative of his late father Rangga.

"Yaudah, I'll try to go to Mom's house first."

"Don't be long, yeah, Mom. The rice will want me to cook immediately. All right, make Rifal's porridge, 'cause he hasn't been bribed."

Baby boy Mirna is now almost seven months old and has started to be given MPASI since six months ago.

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It's been almost an hour since Mirna waited for her husband. Exactly waiting for the rice that will be cooked soon. But the person who awaited never showed the trunk of his nose.

Luckily Rifal, his son was sleeping soundly on a swing that he made himself using a long cloth with a rope hanging on the door of the room without door leaves.

With a feeling of raging between holding the pain in the stomach that is getting wrapped around and a sense of indignation to her husband Mirna rushed to the house of Bu Sumi which is only two hundred meters from where she lived.

From a distance Mirna's sunken eyes caught the figure of the husband sitting casually with his friend while smoking a cigarette and two cups of coffee and a plate of fried bananas beside him.

Mirna's heart grew furious. Mirna's hand from a distance. I hope my husband can see it.

"Ga, this is how you tell me to go home!" said his chatter friend who happened to glance at Mirna.

"Heleh .. bodo is so! At best no longer making a fuss. My boss is at home. Saturated! Noisier rumbles, jerks." Rangga did not care about the words of his friend and Mirna.

"But it seems so important, there you go!" mujib's suggestion, then.

Lazily Rangga got up from sitting and walked slowly to his wife. His head turned around making sure no one was looking at him. Then pull and drag the hand rough wife.

"What's the matter, after all?" ask without feeling guilty. Once they are inside the house.

"Pake it again. I asked Mas to borrow some rice from mom, not talk to your friends." Mirna replied with a trembling voice holding back tears.

"Mas, you now have a wife, have children, have become a father. Not a bachelor anymore. There is me and your child who must be fed" continued Mirna issued a bundle that mounts in the heart.

"So, didn't I tell you to go to my mother's house by yourself?" yelled Rangga not to lose.

"Your mother doesn't like me. If I told you to borrow rice, you could berate me like yesterday."

"Makanya be a wife, tuh, should be able to put themselves if living with the husband's family. Don't blame anyone else." Rangga snorted annoyedly.

"I'm just saying so much to you, Mom! It's better for me and Rifal to get out of here than to live like hell all the time."

Mirna began to pick up the big bag and began to put the clothes of Rifal and his clothes one by one.

Seeing that Rangga became angry. His anger instantly peaked into the crown. His blood is beating violently. Without thinking long drawn sack containing wheat flour somay dough material that he used. Then it lifted and spilled scattering across the floor. Just like a child who is raging.

Not until there, his heart that has been possessed by demons increasingly fierce. His feet kicked a gallon filled with half-living drinking water. So that the state of the house immediately changed like a ship broke.

Mirna's eyes were wide open to see the chaos of her husband. The pain in his stomach and heart fused together.

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