KARMAS
Early destruction

Bugh ! Suddenly my bed was like something hit. As soon as I turned my head, it turned out that Arsya was lying behind me. I heard her sobs.

"Why are you, Shay ?" many wonder.

I was playing the device, put it down for a moment and turned my body to look at Arsya. I rubbed his back to calm him down.

"Yes, why ?" ask again.

Arsya got up and sat facing me. He wiped his tears and was about to wipe his snot on his shirt. But soon I clap his hand.

"That's really dirty, anyway. Wear this, nih," I cried while thrusting a piece of tissue at him.

"Thank you."

I let him fix his face that was not because after crying earlier.

"Van, it's really the same as the rombeng can, '" he said with a cry melted back from the corner of his eye.

"Who's the rombeng can ?" many wonder.

"Who else if not the peminyir in our RT," he said.

"Oh, Miss Rasti ?" I'm afraid I'm wrong.

"Yes." Yeah."

"What else is he doing ?" manya curious.

"He slandered me if I got pregnant first, because I like to bring my college friends home. Though only two male friends, the rest are all girls. After all, they're here to do group work. Not kebo's gathering."

Arsya's tears broke again as we told about our neighbor's behavior on that one.

Arsyana, or I always call her Arsya, my best friend from childhood. It's only been a year below me. He has often been a slander for Ms. Rasti, the gossip monger in our village.

I don't know what his purpose and purpose is. Ms. Rasti often slanders people without evidence. Either looking for a sensation, or indeed he lacks work. What is clear, there have been many victims and have often been noisy with neighbors who do not accept being slandered by him. In fact, we gave her the nickname 'Si Nyinyir. There is also the nickname 'Si Asbun (Origin of Sound)'. In fact Arsya called it 'Rombeng Canals' because so gedegnya the same people.

My emotions slightly peaked for the sake of hearing the vile slander 'Si Nyinyir' was on my best friend. There was-there was. He really lacks the work of this person.

"Don't know, Van. When I went to Bi Inah's shop, there was Miss Rasti. He's a woman, how many months has it been now, Shay ? I, I'm confused. How many months I said. Stomach, answer. I don't understand it much. Keep spreading to all the neighbors if I get pregnant out of wedlock. My mama was angry and asked me to buy a testpack" she explained as she held back a sigh of tears.

"Well in the test ?"

"Udah."

"Then ?" manya curious.

"Now" he reached into his pants pocket and handed me the white crackle.

Inside there is a long blue and white object. As soon as I saw the middle, there was only line one.

"Yes on, the one creature got gossip from where if you were pregnant ? Iha, the guy in the testpack is negative, really," I snarl.

"Tuh, people find the heart of their life problems. Do what, try ? A lot of sins," I continued.

Arsya even roared spilling her frustration.

"Conscious there, the testpack results. Sayin, if you want to slander that elegant person little, napa ? Norak, really accuse the child of pregnant people first. Not bad, what his son is also all girls. Entar, if the incident happened to his son, just knew the taste, he. I've seen it to him, so his fitness does not continue to spread like Corona Virus," I said.

"Apaan, anyway, Vanya. The Corona Virus is again viral, too."

"In fact, he's much more dangerous than the Corona Virus. So it must be immediately on the earth scorched from the face of this earth. It's there."

"Okay, ah. He, his mouth is like a dragon. Ahhhhh !!!"

Well, this is a kid. If Bu Rasti is a descendant of a dragon, what ? But anyway, Miss Rasti it if the slander likes not about. It seems like she was born without feeling, perhaps.

Once it was slandering Mr. RT cheating because he saw he was eating with a young woman in a diner. Until the village one. Usut had a mouthwash, it turned out that it was his youngest brother who had just come from Bandung to see Pak RT's newborn son a month ago. He could only take the time to look at his nephew, because his busy work as a lecturer at a University in Bandung made him not have much free time. That too he did not poult the road to the house of Mr. RT, his brother. So Mr. RT picked him up at the train station.