HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race
206. Rujak and Ngidam
The situation of the Public Funeral on the outskirts of the city had been quiet from a few hours ago, because the mourners and burial officers had returned one by one, but Hanaria was still at home there, but she was still there, staring at the red earth mound sprinkled with flowers.
Hanaria could only cry bitterly, staring at the tombstone bearing Firlita's name without the frills of her father's name behind her name. Until his death, the unfortunate young woman did not know what her father's name was let alone to meet.
Hanaria's memory is back to spin, considering that when she first met Firlita, an orphaned teenage girl who was still very young at that time, was so beautiful, gentle and weak-looking, so that made him want to protect her like a brother to his sister.
It was for this reason that he invited Firlita to stay in a boarding room with him. Until one day the young girl claimed to have been pregnant from an irresponsible man after they lived apart because Hanaria bought a new house from the results of her hard work in the beginning to become an architect. That was the beginning of the young girl's doom.
After offering a prayer for her foster sister, Hanaria got up slowly, because her legs were bent for many hours already cramp.
Willy who faithfully accompanied his wife helped Hanaria who had difficulty standing up. He took Hanaria without saying a word, giving his wife space to express her grief in a way that most people were grieving.
"Here, take it," Willy thrusting the tissue box.
"Thank you," said Hanaria after taking a few sheets and wiping away the tears that were seeping down almost all her face.
After putting the tissue back on the dashboard of his car, Willy then ran his car slowly leaving the public burial area.
"I want that," pointed Hanaria at the street-side street vendors.
Willy then slowed down his car and looked for an empty place to pull over his car lined with street vendors peddling various types of rujak.
"Are you sure you want to buy that food here? Is it not far from the cemetery?" asked Willy after successfully parking his car in one of the empty rooms.
"Yes, I'm sure. Do you mind and think food in a place like this is unhygienic?" Hanaria asked back, as if knowing what her husband was thinking.
"Actually yes, but it's up to you" said Willy, unwilling to argue, considering that his wife was eating what she had seen, perhaps the baby's wish she thought she had, plus his wife was still in a mourning mood. So he decided to follow what his wife wanted.
"Remember, not the one here, but the eleven brothers back there, yeah," Hanaria said, as Willy was about to get out of his car.
"Keep the chili seven yes," he added again, spontaneously making Willy who was about to close the door turned to look at the face of the damp Hanaria who was still looking at him.
"Seven? What is not most. Your stomach will hurt" Willy protested.
"My tongue is less able to taste food, so I want the spiciness to feel more. Remember, it should be cayenne pepper, not anything else" Hanaria said again.
"Well, what you want it to be," said Willy, and passed away after closing the car door tightly. He began to pass one by one street vendor while counting it in his heart.
"Mas, fresh ramjak mas!" bargain a street vendor that Willy was crossing while reviewing his friendly smile so that Willy would stop and buy his merchandise.
"I'm sorry Bang, my wife is pregnant young, she wants to run her brother over there. Otherwise, he might put on a haunted face" Willy said bluntly.
The salesman's brother Rujak further widened his smile. "What Mas faced was already passed by me as well" he said, laughing crisply, while putting the pieces of fruit into the container for the order of an old pregnant woman who was waiting while staring at Willy's face with a full view of the dream.
"I'm sorry Bang," said Willy as he bowed politely before leaving to make the old pregnant woman more stunned at every gesture of the body displayed by Willy.
"Well, how come back?" the merchant asked in surprise, seeing Willy turning around in front of him.
"I forgot the count Bang, my wife wanted to run to the seller number eleven of our parked car" said Willy stopped for a moment.
The street vendor laughed again followed by other street vendors nearby when he heard the words of Willy.
"Ma, where are you going?" asked the old pregnant woman's husband to look at his wife who was tailing behind Willy who had just passed behind them.
"Following the handsome man, so that our son may be born as handsome as the man, Pa," said the old pregnant woman without looking at her husband who seemed embarrassed at the street vendors who heard his wife's confession.
"Well, can you hurry up a little?" said the man was agitated.
"Bentar ya Mas," said the seller rujak with his hunting style. "Don't be scolded by his wife Mas, pity. Pregnant women are so, strange tones," added the rancher advised, he slightly lowered his voice.
"I know that pregnant people are weird sometimes. But what my wife did was too much Bang, I want our son to be as handsome as that man. I'm the father of our son, do I look like me or my wife, like everyone else?" timpals upset.
"Yes also Mas," said the seller ryak nyengir while handing the plastic package to the man.
"Thank you, Bang" after receiving the plastic package, the man paid with the money and immediately left after his wife.
"Does love spikes, huh?" said the eleventh row seller referred to Hanaria in her wooden style while smilingly looking at Willy in front of her.
"My wife who likes to bang, she's pregnant young," said Willy used to get a strange look at the seller.
"Call Mbak to Mas, don't Abang ah," said the salesman flirtatious voice while smiling seductively and twitching his eyes at Willy.
As Willy shuddered in horror, he only put on his flat face, if not for Hanaria's request, it might have been a long time since he had darted away from that place.
"Mas, Mas-nya really handsome, surely his son who was born later as handsome as Mas, his father," said the seller with a wooden and flirtatious style combined one.
"My daughter is a girl, so she's definitely as pretty as her mother" Willy said of the origin without thinking. "That's rujak, don't take it long. Later I will not buy," Willy threatened when he saw the seller was more busy looking at himself than preparing his order.
"Don't dong Mas, be patient, yes" said the seller rujak again concentrate on the knife and fruit in his hand. "Abis, I rarely get handsome customers like this Mas, so I don't want to miss this rare opportunity Mas," he added while returning to his flirtatious smile.
"Would you like to buy a Rujak too?" asked the seller to glance at the old pregnant mother who was waiting in line while continuing to look at Willy without looking at him.
"No Mas, I already bought there," he said glanced at the seller and then looked back at Willy as if he wanted to say something but looked hesitant. Willy who felt the strangeness of the presence of the old pregnant woman just stayed where he stood, hoping that the order would be finished immediately made by the brother rujak.
"This is the perfect Mas" said the street vendor handing over a bag of plastic orders that had been ordered by Willy.
"Thank you Bang, here's the money," Willy finally felt relieved and quickly grabbed the plastic bag and hurried to leave.
"The return is gold" said the salesman as he waved the hundred thousand dollar bill given by Willy.
"Make Brother," said Willy as he passed.
"Thank you handsome," said the seller happily.
"Mas, can you please not?" said the old expectant mother blocked the road and turned her face upwards looking at Willy who was much taller than herself with a timid look.
"What do you want to do, Mom?" willy asked slightly bowing his face towards the old pregnant woman.
"May I have one kiss? I sniff again. I fear that my child will buy if not obeyed," said the old pregnant woman while pointing one side of her cheek at Willy who was spontaneously shocked to hear the old pregnant woman's strange request.