20 - the good woman

Dina Malick

Two days had passed and Moab's mother was still present at home we had finished setting up the house and we had just filled the refrigerator, as well as the cupboards we had finished setting up the kitchen today I had to cook and I didn't know what I was going to do I thought I would make a simple food I opted for legs but I thought that maybe Moab's mother would accept that maybe she wouldn't want that as a meal I decided to ask Moab then I met him in the room to ask him.

Me: uh Moab I would like to ask you do you think your mother would like to eat legs?

Him: oh oh I don't know but I would like to

Me: I'm going to make some chicken maybe with rice

Him: why do you bother, Dina makes food if she doesn't want to, who cares?

Me: no, it's not right, she is visiting us and we have to please her

Him: you are nice Dina but don't tire yourself, your kindness is useless

Me: ah! I say simply before leaving

I decided to make chicken anyway, it's more correct I think

An hour later I was done and had already set the table and was about to call Moab and tell him to tell his mother that the meal was ready. They went downstairs a few minutes later and sat down at the table, the dishes were already served, all they had to do was eat them. Moab took his spoon and began to eat I looked at him to see his facial expression I did not see anything wrong, I was still looking at him when I was interrupted by a noise of crash on the ground we turned to the source of that to see that it was the mother of Moab who had just thrown his dish to the ground

She: what is this food that you serve me bad girl

Moab: mom what is this?

She: if this thing you have chosen for a wife doesn't know how to prepare it is not my fault

Me: ah I'm sorry I didn't do it exp....

She: oh sorry don't do your fragile girl with me you are not even able to prepare well and you open your mouth to talk to me can you get out of my sight useless

Moab: I will not tolerate your insults to my wife anymore you understand if you have a problem it's with me not with Dina

She: please stop it you want this bad girl deserves only that she says before leaving

Moab sankara

I turned to Dina she had remained silent looking at the ground when my mother left she turned around and went to get a bucket and the trash can she bent down and started to clean I could see she was sad

Me: Dina I'm sorry

She: it's not your fault

Me: it is a little bit

She: it's going to be alright I assure you, she said and continued what she was doing

I wanted to stay there but I knew that it would be useless, I had to find a way to send my mother home but how?

I went up to the room and called Amir, I hadn't had him on the phone for a long time

Me: hello

Him: oh my, you've been overdoing it since you got married, you've been ignoring me

Me: You too don't exaggerate

Him: so how is your honeymoon

Me: Honeymoon, you're joking

Him: no