The Promise Above Ingkar
The Part 15

In the morning everyone was busy with their respective work, different again with Marisa she was confused what to do. Because Rendra has said many times that do not touch anything in this room, then what should Marisa do. He sat down and stood sitting again while pacing back and forth, Rendra was out of nowhere in the room since then.

Marisa steps up to get out of the room and look for the whereabouts of Rendra and the others, Marisa also has to meet the children because they have to go to school.

Marisa slowly walked through the room in this house to find out where her child's room was next to, until finally a sound came from one of the rooms.

"Where is your wife? the time that you have to do this, it is his responsibility to prepare all the needs of Yasya and Yasinta. Basic slacker just a day in this house already belaga like a queen" said sanga in-laws in one of the rooms, which sounded clearly to the outside of his voice.

Marisa who heard it all just stroked her chest, then leaned her body against the wall to neutralize her feelings. However, Marisa is still only a human being who can feel pain if someone says it is not good for her.

After taking a slow breath and then throwing it away, he rearranged his breathing. He slowly ventured to knock on the door, then turned the doorknob.

The door is open, looks Rendra is tying Yasinta hair and Bu Eva is wearing the clothes Yasya while Mentari is accustomed to doing his own, not difficult for him just to prepare to school.

Marisa stepped slowly closer towards Rendra"let me do it" said Marisa as she picked up the hair tie lying on the bed.

"Father give her comb to aunt Marisa, let's tie her together I don't want to! pain my hair in the comb Daddy's fall out all later" said Yasinta he refused to tie the very father of his hair, whereas every day also Rendra who did it. For some reason today was hurt by Yasinta when Rendra combed her hair.

"You usually do it too" replied Rendra.

"I don't want to start today" Yasinta said, pursing his lips, and crossing his arms across his chest.

"Then Dad came out" Rendra said as he put down the comb, then shifted his seat so that there was room for Marisa to be close to Yasinta.

"You must know your duties as a wife, nyiapin the needs of the husband of children and settle the house is already the duty of the wife. Do not expect you to be the mistress in this house, Yasinta's mother used to always do everything herself even though here many services are not lazy like you" said Ms. Eva with a voice that judges.

"Ma.. if you talk in the guard" said Rendra.

Marisa who heard it was all silent, while tying Yasinta's hair, she tried to be deaf so as not to feel too sick for the words that were thrown from the mouth of the in-law.

"You don't believe it keeps getting big later, let's know where it's at. Poor people just doubt " said Ms. Eva as she went past leaving the children's room.

Rendra who saw the look on Marisa's face changed like holding back a cry.

"Don't be horrified by Mama's words, she is like that but her heart is good" said Rendra trying to calm Marisa so as not to feel too pain over the treatment of her mother-in-law.

"Nothing, it is also common to be treated like this for us poor people. They only look one eye and think we are low" Marisa said, wiping tears with her thumb that had soaked the tip of her eye.

"Not so did Mama's intention" said Rendra.

"Yuk the kids are all set, right? let's have breakfast first! " take Marisa with the three children.

The children follow Marisa's steps to get to the table and have breakfast together before leaving for school.

Rendra who saw Marisa like that felt guilty, there was not the slightest intention to hurt her. Although he treats Marisa like that but when others make Marisa sad, including the Mama, he feels not sincere.

"Wait a minute, make her breakfast first" Marisa said to her children.

He slowly headed for the kitchen and would prepare a breakfast that was in accordance with his children's orders.

After arriving at the kitchen, some service was busy preparing the menu for breakfast.

"Can anyone help, madam? " ask one of the ministries, whose age is no longer young he is here as the head of the servants.

"That's the kids asking for breakfast but Yasinta asking for fried rice" Marisa replied.

"But today the menu is not fried rice, the rules in this house must eat the same food" replied the head of the ministry.

"Owh is so well, yes it is there" replied Marisa.

"Wait for the Madam soon to be presented" said the ministry.

"There's something I can help you with" Marisa said.

"No need our mistress is here to work on pay so just wait for us to prepare everything later" said the waiter.

"But I can't keep going like this, while you work" Marisa said as she approached one of the ministries cutting vegetables.

"Let us be angry the great madam "answered him.

"Later I told you that this was all my desire" said Marisa while helping cut the vegetables to be cooked.

All the services in the kitchen just throw glances at each other, because they are afraid of the events that used to happen again when Rendra's first wife took part in cooking in the kitchen and who was angry by Miss Eva were all the servants and who were more in anger was the chief servant.

And there's no way Miss Eva would scold all the waiters just because Marisa's in the kitchen.

After a long time Marisa is in the kitchen and all breakfast menus are ready, and the time is served at the dining table.

There are children waiting for breakfast before going to school.

Marisa brought a container that contains food to serve and it turns out there is already the Grandmother.

Marisa put the container on the table and will prepare food for her three children.

"Why do you do this, there are still many services in this house you are a daughter-in-law not a maid do not have to do everything yourself" said the Grandmother.

And Eva who heard the in-laws talk like that was upset, why she was not treated well by the in-laws.

"It's okay, Grandma, I love doing this" Marisa replied with a smile.