Drunk Duda (Ceria Skalane Time)
MD148S. Not to support his mother

I did not serve at all, I did not help tahlil there all this time. Bang Ken never came to the house, nor did Ahya. Only families from here come there, especially now are busy preparing for the seven daily tahlil. 

Papah Adi since dawn has been out of the house carrying a car, not usually he drives. Because he was old, he felt out of sight. Mamah had been there since dawn, he said he wanted to arrange to make seasonings. Because the family of umarhumah umi Sukma who from the city of lhokseumawe, want to make their own cuisine, not just catering as the advice of mama Dinda. 

I was accompanied every day by my mother, Canda and Mariam. He turned out to be an diligent daughter-in-law as well, so was discipline. Everything, he uses time. He began to improve and move like a housewife at seven in the morning, then rest in the time of Dzuhur. He began to get busy again with his activity of folding clothes and ironing at three in the afternoon and finished at the local hour. Completely disciplined and systematic. 

When viewed from the speed and craft, yes indeed mbak Canda lost to any daughter-in-law. Her activities are not scheduled, she cosplay housewives depending on her mood. Yes deservedly, if mamah Dinda chatty to him, papah Adi also grumbled a lot even though he loved mbak Canda. 

At eleven o'clock in the afternoon, Papah Adi came home on foot. Obviously I was looking for the whereabouts of the car he was carrying, because I thought maybe he forgot to bring it home. 

"Well, where's the car?" I followed him who was walking towards the kitchen. 

But he turned towards the bathroom. Meanwhile, I continued to step into the kitchen. 

"At Ahya's house. Please add some rice, Dek," she replied from the bathroom. 

Papah Adi kept his diet once, he did not want to eat hot rice. He let the rice from the rice cooker be moved first one plate the size of the meal, then left at room temperature and after the new cold eaten by him. He said, so that the sugar content in rice is not high. 

Besides having high blood. He was also indicated to have a blood sugar problem, although not high, he kept it. 

"Udah, Dad. I've also prepared it on the dining table." I'm going to get out of the kitchen. 

"Yes, Deck. Thanks." Thanks." Papah Adi can always make a woman appreciated. 

Thank you is trivial, especially just for light work. But it is quite meaningful, for women who do that simple thing for the people closest to them. 

"Yes, Pah," I said either sound or not. 

I went back to Mariam's room. Mbak Canda was here, we were choosing the food menu to be ordered. 

A little complaint Mariam, he felt sad because Gibran save his money on Mama Dinda. He felt as if he could not be trusted to save money. Mariam was only given enough, for her snacks only. In fact, when buying monthly necessities that pay is Gibran. Gibran himself set the money, not his wife. 

"I also, in religion, also a living for the wife, not all the money of the husband. Just not much drama, I always ask Givan to always say that he is lending his friend or there is a transaction like that. I'm restricted from leaving the house, so hold any money for what. I can't go to the minimarket by myself, I'm given permission to go to mother's house, mamah and play to brother-in-law. I have to hang out first, if I want to go with you or anyone else while he's not home. Don't be dizzy, as long as the money for us is enough. Out there, many tablets husband who does not understand that money for the needs of the wife is different from shopping money. For example their salary he million, yes love all the salary money to his wife. Enough does not have to be enough, usually so tuh dramanya. If asked more for our own needs, their husbands answered the money from where because the salary has been given again to his wife. Mending his money divided him, if indeed the money is only two million. So for example, one and a half million for household needs, five hundred thousand for personal wife needs. In the past, Givan once gave fifty thousand a day, not enough should be enough. Yes as a result, I smell body odor, sew clothes every fold of clothes. Because the fabric is too fragile, so it is easy to tear through the washing machine. Maybe now Gibran's state is not stable, you know, you know. Importantly, she has savings for your delivery later, she's enough for your birth-benefit. Most importantly, good communication. You can't complain so much, especially if you tell your parents. Because later the problem is more dramatic. Parents may Gibran heavy to mamah, or rather assume that he is stingy with you. Gibran must have good intentions really, don't get me wrong." Ms. Canda was so wise with her advice and a little story from her experience. 

"I sometimes think that not all parents accept their children to support others. You see, I know in my own eyes, how much Gibran works. I also saw, Gibran gave the money to mamah and asked mamah would hold how much. The account thinks, that indeed Gibran really belongs to his mother in any case." Mariam bowed lethargic. 

I'm busy with Cali alone, so he's good at chatting. Fortunately, Kirei was lacking in bed. Cali is Gavin's son, he is Canda's daughter. But at the age of eight months, Mbak Canda fell ill and was hospitalized. Make it, from then on do not breastfeed her child again and her nursery. Because the breast milk is dry, exposed to the effects of drugs that he took in the hospital. So, from the story. 

"It could be, I've been thinking that cake too. Even if they are rich, but the gift of the child is another. But once you know your mother-in-law, you won't think so. Because if his son does not have rice, he thinks and bothers about it. He is indeed rich, but he is not stingy and does not count to his grandchildren and son-in-law. You don't have to think too far, 'cause I'm sure you're just keeping it, not using Gibran's money. Mama is too rich to ask for alms to her son. Anyway, I know for myself. Mamah anything it must have told Mas Givan, not going to another child. I don't know why, but I never mind because Givan's mas is always open. Mom, I've been to friends and rescuers for me. Suppose he asked to go to a beauty clinic, I was his first friend who could always let him come there. Because I'm taking care of you too." Mbak Canda held both of his cheeks and smiled broadly. 

"Ria.. Kirei.." That's Adi's papah. 

"In Mariam's room, Pah." I got off the bed. 

Cali crawled quickly after me. He was released in the room, only my eyes could not be separated from his movements. Cali grabbed whatever was nearby, it made me a little worried. 

"Hallo." Papah opened the door and found Cali who was ready near the door. 

"Where's kirei, Dek?" Papah Adi directs his eyes to Gibran's bed. 

"That's it, Pah." I went back to the bed to bring Kirei. 

"Here Honey, same Grandpa." Papah Adi raised both his hands. 

Kirei looked instantly excited when he saw that grandfather. He was able to respond with a smile and a small gesture from his hand. 

Cali was already fussing, when I saw him, he was already hanging at his grandfather's feet. He was a hyperactive child, like little Givan bang according to Mama Dinda. Little Ra was like that, agile and always running. He couldn't walk, but he ran. 

"Cali wanna come?" Papah Adi looked towards his feet, when Kirei had already moved into his hands. 

"Where's Mas Givan, Pah? Come with Papah from dawn, but don't come home." Mother Canda approached us who were standing in the doorway of Mariam and Gibran's room. 

Aih, I guess papah went alone with his car. Apparently, he was with bang Givan apparently. 

"There, in Ahya's house. Cali, if you come along, get on his third-wheel bike, Canda."

Uh, I just realized that the papah uses neat cocoa clothes and sarongs as well. 

"His seven days are up Dzuhur, Pah?" tanyaku later. 

"He'em, Kirei's coming with Grandpa? We do'ain masjik, we attend the last event for society."

Huh huh? 

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