Herawati and Hardiyata sat quietly listening to the complaints of their youngest daughter. Meanwhile, Denny seemed to have clenched his fists, a sign that he was starting to feel annoyed. Meanwhile, Denny's wife Dyah occasionally rubbed her husband's hand to calm him down.
"The important thing is that you have left the house. It is also dangerous if you are allowed to continue working at your house, then, Ris," said Hardiyata calmly.
"One more thing, don't bring your children here for a month. Mommy and Papa are busy too, only this week we are at home. Your in-laws can meet with Dom, Lena and Lista every day," said Herawati. Arista nodded. "Yes, mami. I'm sorry."
"Your husband is still often out of town, Ris?" asked Denny. Arista nodded.
"Once a week, sir. Taking care of projects in Bandung. Why, Pa?" Said Arista.
"I don't want to incite. But, as a wife every now and then you have to know how your husband's work is outside the city. It would be better if you come along. The children are grown. There are Mommy and Papa too if you want to leave them here. After all, there is Dyah and my children live here too. They can look after your three children." Arista sighed. Her brother was right, but Damian's problem was that he often refused to come along. Denny Hardiyata, Arista's sister, does live at home with Arista's Mommy and Papa. Not because he couldn't afford a house. However, Denny feels he is the biggest boy who has an obligation to take care of his parents. In the past, Kinasih, her mother-in-law also lived at home because Dyah was the only child and Dyah's father had died. However, two years ago Kinasih died of a heart attack. Sadly, the son-in-law who is a cardiologist failed to save his own father-in-law. When Kinasih fell ill, Denny was indeed undergoing surgery. So, he couldn't handle Kinasih.
"One more thing, Ris. You have to be a little brave to your mother-in-law. Don't think that I don't know that your in-laws often oppress you like the company. Aunt Kayla told me. Mommy and Papa taught you to respect and respect elders. That means we give in when we're right. You remember you're a wife not a housekeeper coordinator who has to keep an eye on the house at all times. You're only 36 years old." Arista just silently listened to her mother's advice. What Arista's mom said is true. Often Arista is silent and relents even though she is right.
"You have to be able to defend yourself. Defend what is your right, don't be too weak," said Denny.
"Ok, brother."
At 4 pm Arista finally said goodbye to her parents and sister to go home. Damian had already given the news that he was currently on his way home. As much as possible Arista wanted to be at home when her husband came home. Arista was a little surprised when she arrived to find that her mother-in-law was waiting with a sullen face.
"Where have you been?" asked Deswita.
"Mami's house with the children, ma'am. After all, it's been 3 weeks they haven't seen grandma and grandpa. Has it been a long time since you've been home?" asked Arista.
"Just fifteen minutes ago. And I was welcomed by someone I didn't know. Tell me if you want to change the maid, Ris. Don't be so casual!" Arista turned to Dominic. Dominic, who understands his mother's gaze immediately invites his two younger siblings to go straight up to their room. "Mom, Mira was being rude. It wasn't me who fired her. She asked to stop because she wanted to go home."
"That's your fault! Why is it that you come from a rich and respected family so you dare your in-laws?!" rebuked Deswita. Arista widened her eyes in surprise.
"What's really wrong with you, ma'am? Why don't you ever say the least bit nicely to me? What's wrong with me, ma'am?"
"It's your fault because you don't obey me!" Deswita immediately left Arista just like that. Arista could only stroke her chest. She immediately walked to the kitchen. Sutinah seemed to be standing timidly in front of the door.
"Sutinah, why? My mother-in-law is mad at you?" asked Arista. Sutinah shook her head.
"Big lady came home, she was only surprised because I opened the door, ma'am. But, I'm not angry at all. That's why I was surprised, how come she is angry with you. Arista smiled, "You're used to it, it's okay. What did you eat earlier? Did you cook?" asked Arista.
"Earlier I just made noodles and ate the cake in the box, ma'am."
"Oh, it's called a dessert box. Why don't you cook vegetables or fish? It's in the fridge."
"I hesitate, ma'am."
"Oh my gosh, it's okay, Sutinah. What do you have to eat? Let's cook rice now. Let's cook dinner. Damian, my husband is already on the road. If we cook now, it's dinner time. Damian until the food is ready and still warm."
"Yes, ma'am. I'll cook rice." Arista smiled and nodded. Damian asked to make Taliwang chicken, plecing kale and sambal matah. Luckily, all the ingredients are available so Arista doesn't have to worry. Damian is a lover of dishes that taste a little spicy. It passed down to their three children. Arista itself is not too spicy. So, if she cooks she will separate out a little for himself food that is not too spicy.
Material
1 young free-range chicken 1 lime, take the water, 1 teaspoon salt Seasoning, 4 tablespoons vegetable oil, 10 pieces of chili, 5 dried red chilies, 5 pieces of red chili, 2 centimeters galangal, 5 onions, 3 cloves of garlic, 1 red tomato, cut into small pieces, 1 teaspoon brown sugar, 1 tablespoon fried shrimp paste, 1 teaspoon salt Complementary Lime
How to make
Cut the chicken lengthwise across the breast and press it open. Fold the chicken wings backwards. Coat the chicken with lime juice and salt until smooth.
Seasonings: Heat oil, saute ground spices until fragrant and cooked. Remove and cool. Roast the chicken over the coals, turning until the chicken is stiff. Spread the seasoning while turning several times until the chicken is cooked and the spices are absorbed. Place the chicken in a baking dish or container that has been greased with vegetable oil. Brush again with remaining seasoning and bake in a hot oven for 20 minutes. Remove, serve with lime juice. And, in a short time the smell of roasted chicken was wafting everywhere.
"Mother is good at cooking," said Sutinah sincerely.
"Since middle school, I have loved cooking. My mom taught me."
"Oh, it's appropriate, ma'am. When I cook, the most luxurious is fried chicken. That's all the kids are happy ." Arista just giggled. She was amused to hear Sutinah's slightly muddled accent.