Assumption
Friday Night Part 2

Disa, who had finished eating, intended to return to her master's room, kept her promise to come back.

Ordinary Disa would definitely knock on the door before entering, and sure enough Madam Mariska was sitting down, and rereading her book.

"Have Dis finished?" ask him pleasantries.

"Udah Madam," replied Disa, her little heart tickled, yes if it is not finished where maybe not Disa will return there, but it is okay.

"Here sit," asked mistress Mariska. "So you're not helping Ms. Sum, set up a show tonight?" tanyakanya.

Disa was actually curious about the strange activities of her employer, but she was reluctant to interfere too far.

"Mistress, I don't know, Ms. Sum hasn't told me anything yet" Disa replied honestly.

When he finished lunch in the kitchen, he told his colleagues that he would return to their mistress' room.

And they allowed it, maybe they thought Disa could accompany their lonely Madam in her room.

Mbak Fatmah still remembers when healthy Mrs Mariska likes to play with her son and the maids there.

Their mistress is also good, if Madam Mariska familiarizes herself with her aides, in contrast to Kanjeng Ibu, she prefers to talk alone with Ms. Sumarni, in the reading room or in her room.

Talking to other helpers is just that. He more often conveyed his wishes through the intermediary of Bu Sumarni.

When Disa reached Madam Mariska's room it seemed like she was daydreaming, even she was not aware of the presence of her who was already sitting there.

"Madam," he called, no response from Mrs Mariska yet.

"Mistress .. ," called her back while touching the back of her hand.

At once Madam Mariska seemed to wake up from her daydream.

"Oh you're Dis, have you been in for a long time?" tanyakanya.

"Not Madam," replied Disa smiling.

"Get me the black box in the closet" he asked, pointing at the cupboard he meant.

Disa also rose to open the closet that the young lady pointed at, after Lady Mariska showed one of the neatly arranged piles of boxes there.

Disa also lifted the Box and closed the closet again, she sat back next to her mistress.

Madam Mariska sat back down, now that she was even able to support her own body.

He took the Box that was on Disa's lap, and moved it to his own lap.

Mrs Mariska also opened it, seen there a custom kebaya dress complete with a bun.

Why did her mistress see her clothes? muttered Disa.

Lady Mariska also raised her, as judging, a beautiful kebaya with the white color of her bones. Such a fancy lace accent.

"Aren't I making out for this later?" mrs Mariska said as she breathed her rough.

"Mrs want to wear that? I'm sorry I'm presumptuous, does the Madam want condangan?" asked Disa confused, was Madam Mariska about to go to a family celebration or what?

Mrs Mariska even laughed with the question of Disa, it is natural that someone like Disa thinks if he will attend an official event or celebration if in their village.

"Make a condo tonight Dis," replied Mrs Mariska, she knew that Disa did not understand the family's beliefs, her husband, but she thought about just telling me a little about her husband's family habits.

"The family of Kanjeng Ibu, still hold fast to the customs of his ancestors Dis," he said, telling, only limited that Disa should know and indeed the workers in his house already know, he said, and it's a public secret, no need for him to tell what they really profess and worship, he does not want Disa to get in trouble because of it, he said,

Cana just quietly listen, he was determined not to interfere, hear what his employer just said, no need to ask a lot, no need to ask, it seemed to be the advice that his friends were about to give in every story that Disa captured from them.

"Already Madam, gazebo is still sturdy," replied Disa origin, although her little heart was intrigued to ask further about the sacred object, but she did not dare.

For people like Disa and Madam Mariska, indeed in their village there are still those who keep heirloom objects from their ancestors.

Even Disa's grandfather also had a sword dagger that was still in good care, indeed Disa felt a strange aura when approaching her grandfather's keris, but according to her grandfather Disa need not be afraid, that there's a guardian of their family there.

Disa did not really believe it, but she never denied the words of her grandfather.

Even his grandfather was the same as his mother's kanjeng, on a kliwon tuesday night he always washed his kris with flowers.

"The gazebo is two Dis, one is here, the other is somewhere else, they are a couple" Mariska continued.

"Why separate the Madam?" disa asked curiously, she forgot her own promise to ask nothing.

"Because the other one is for the offering" replied Madam Mariska grinning at him. And it succeeded in making Disa shudder tremble.

Mistress Mariska also laughed at the pale face of Disa when she called the word offering.

"Geez Dis, I'm kidding, don't strain it" he said.

Although actually Mrs Mariska said honestly about the gazebo. But clearly he couldn't possibly tell the horrible story behind his family-in-law's rituals. Not even his own family knew about it.

Let him be the redeemer for the pleasure of his family in the village, which he now regrets, only because he loved the man who is now his husband, he let himself fall into this dark world, mortgaging his own faith.

His happiness is almost gone, if he does not remember his only son, he does not want his son to be the successor to this madness, but he himself does not know if he can still protect him.

Something as binding as this, could even obliterate a person without the slightest pity.

It could be said that Madame Mariska even considered her own family more demonic than the devil himself.

He is bound to not be able to run, he does not want to sacrifice his family, hopefully he can also release this devil snare against his only son, even though that may be very impossible.

But when Disa arrived, somehow things that he once thought impossible he could realize, even though he did not know what he would do.

"The lady seems to be healthy, very smart now to scare me," said Disa, though somehow, Disa felt that what Mrs Mariska said was the real thing.

"You are Dis, since you came, I have a spirit of life" he said Tulus.

"Dis— if someday I don't exist, you can take care of my Son for me Dis?" the door with a very hopeful look.

His heart rippled, indeed what will happen? why should he take care of Ndoro Putra? there is not another family of his.

"This lady, was happy with my presence, but why suddenly so rich gini melow?" Disa tried to deny her employer's negative thoughts.

Before long the door was knocked and Bu Sumarni went in there, for some reason Sumarni nodded sharply Disa, he who was afraid could only bow his face.

While Mrs Mariska was anxious that her mother-in-law's right hand would not hear their conversation.

"You help the others, I will talk to Young Madam," he said without turning his head in the slightest towards Disa.

"Well ma'am, I'll excuse you, ma'am," he's permission then to leave immediately.

Outside of Disa rubbing her thumping chest, Bu Sumarni looked terrible, as if she had made a very fatal mistake.

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