Sacred In Stain
Iri

Chapter 6. Envying

Approaching Dion who was packing a few change of clothes into a backpack, Khalisa dragged a step. Scratch your fingers and say, “Let me just fix it, Mas. Mumpung Afkar again fun watching cartoons,” bargain soft.

“Not working, Khal. You if packing goods like complicated, most of the entry. I became dizzy myself later fit there need to be with the contents of the bag. Let me,” reject Dion while sorting formal pants hanging in the closet. His tone was normal, but the content of Dion's sentence sucked the nelangsa into Khalisa's heart, although similar comments were nothing new to him.

“Sorry,” great-grandson Khalisa, twisting the end of the negligee he wears.

“Why stay there?” dion asked curiously, glancing at his wife in the middle of the mending activity because Khalisa never left. He looked disatroni grisly, as if there was something Khalisa did not want to know that he would put in the bag.

“I-this, Mas. I ... I want to ask you about something,” his great-grandson is timid, sounds agitated.

“Ask what? By the way, Khal,” said Dion.

Although he looked confused to say, Khalisa ventured to open his voice. “Begini, Mas, I'd like to ask you about your spending allowance for the three days you've been away. Because Afkar and I are not coming, so I have to keep cooking, especially for Afkar,” he said carefully.

“Aren't you always buying groceries for a whole month? It's only the middle of the month right, the yes time is up again?” Dion postponed continuing to pack the goods.

“If dry sembako is still there, Mas. But what I mean is money to buy side dishes daily, to buy vegetables and fish, which my mother used to love me to make groceries shopping every day,” he explained despite condolences.

“Oh, if about that you ask directly the same Mother. Know for yourself, my salary money is managing mother, according to our agreement, because parents understand more how to manage finances than the young,” replied Dion lightly, pretending not to understand Khalisa's frustrated face was given such a proposal.

Biting his lips, Khalisa tried to explain again. “But if possible, for this time I want to ask the same Mas, like wives in general who ask or are given shopping money by her husband directly. Later Mas asked to change the money with Mother, anyways I do not feel good disturbing Mother who must also be better,” said Khalisa reasoned, because actually it is not so.

Wulan's response must have been scrambled whenever Khalisa dared to ask for money first, saying it was presumptuous. Must be patient waiting until given rations by his in-laws. The money divided is also rations for the purposes of eating a family every day, which is left at least two thousand or three thousand rupiah per day.

“The money in my wallet is already fitting the amount of rations to buy gasoline a month, lunch a month equals my emergency ration a month. You just ask the same Mother later, if you are afraid of disturbing, ask for it later when we want to leave.” Dion is insensitive to Khalisa's reasons, but he also knows his mother often raucous blong remnya when Khalisa allude to financial problems.

Ratah for the personal needs of Khalisa, which is only a small part of Wulan, has disappeared since three years ago, precisely after Afkar was born. Wulan said that Afkar's needs were more important, Wulan also said that as a mother Khalisa was required to give in, must prioritize the needs of children and no longer think about their own personal needs.

Dion seemed to no longer care about Khalisa's feelings despite not being revealed clearly. Dion was not this severe in the past although much dominated by his mother's control. As time passed, he was instead consumed by people's skewed talk about his own wife.

As a husband he instead defends, instead cares more about his own image. No longer remember to say his love first to the beautiful innocent girl, he used to not care about the words of people even against his own mother. Struggling despite knowing where Khalisa came from. The growth of people's skewed speech, as time passed, in Dion's eyes the meaning of Khalisa faded. Moreover, his mother who from the beginning was not very fond of Khalisa continued to doctrine him. Not to mention his kinsmen were keen to quip him to make Dion bored as well as bored.

However, letting go too he had not wanted to. There is a sense of unwillingness that he belied, Khalisa who obedient and painstakingly serve the needs of his family is still needed Dion. The presence of children did not move the hearts of the Dion family much. They were impressed not so concerned about the presence of the cute and handsome boy. Wulan was not like the figure of a grandmother in general, who was proud and happy when having grandchildren. Wulan was impressed to hide her daughter-in-law and granddaughter. Because the people around him are also relatives often gossip every time they see the emergence of Khalisa. Whispering insinuating, calling Khalisa a blood stain full of sin whose blood flowed in Afkar's veins.

Sighing tired, Khalisa finally nodded his head. “Ya already, later I ask mom.” Khalisa inevitably braced himself to ask Wulan himself. If not thinking about Afkar's nutrition, Khalisa was very reluctant to open the topic of money with his mother-in-law. Looking for a job, he did not have much free time, every minute was spent to be devoted to his in-laws' house.

“Mbak Khalisa, Ma'am!” there was a cry of Dania calling him out loud.

Rushing out of the room, Khalisa almost collided with Dania who was running around

“Ish, be careful dong, Ma'am! What if I hit you?” dania's protest was upset. In fact, he himself was wrong.

“Yes, sorry, Sloppy mom. What's up, Nia?” khalisa asked, not wanting to prolong the debate.

“Sit on the waistline of my dress I want to take away. The seamstress didn't really shave it, the looseness. Cepetan yes, that's neat. You want me to enter the bag, afraid to miss, later diomelin same mother.” Dania gave a satin dress in mint green on Khalisa, gave the order as if he did not remember the rules, then passed casually breezed into the kitchen.

Flipping through Dania's clothes, Khalisa was envious. Her satin dress is so pretty. Yesterday he also washed the dress with the same material only different models and sizes, new dresses owned by Wulan were washed and ironed with caution, not to damage it. Just found out that Dania was also made one, while she had no part at all.

“My favorite shirt color,” mumbamnya mengamba, while feeling the smoothness of fabric fiber.

Sighing deeply and burying his desire is what is often done Khalisa, the most important needs of the bright heart of his soul is always fulfilled. Although without Khalisa know, the needs that his parents-in-law bought for Afkar were mostly of low quality. Discount items that are very cheap.

Seriate.