Laweyan Shoulder Woman
Chapter 49. THE FLAVOR LEFT BEHIND
He looks to look towards the front. The expanse of tea plantations looks very soothing to the eyes. Nothing else could end that fate if it wasn't Dita. That is the widow's thought.
Inevitably the title of flower widow must be attached to the name of Anindita. Since Vishnu's death, she has automatically become a widow. Only time will bring it to the next soul mate.
His footsteps were shaken, when he knew nothing, but he had to start treading on the dark destiny of life. Alone, without a companion or friend. Maybe because of the speech of the residents who made Dita and her family move to this city.
Even so, he was still alone. The dark romance increasingly shackled him. The knock on the bedroom door made Dita's daydream scatter.
"Dita .. Why are you standing there. The night wind is not good for you."
Mrs Sekar approached her daughter and tried to understand what was really weighing on Dita's mind.
"Why is your face bent?"
"Is there anything that disturbs your mind, Nduk?"
"Mom, Dita's afraid."
"Fear why else?"
"Fear that if Mas Judis married Dita, he would be doomed ...."
"Hust, what did you say just now. Girls can't talk like that, pamali."
"But Ma'am, the fact is that every man who is close to Dita will definitely have the fate of al."
Madam Sekar gently stroked the shoulder of her daughter who was still in her arms. Dita looks fragile, very different from Dita a few days ago.
"Oh, yeah. Friday the hundred day Vishnu, the same father I plan to go there. You wanna come?"
Dita looked up her face, she looked at her mother with mixed feelings. Although Vishnu is dead but he still respects the Vishnu family.
Automatically on the hundredth day of Vishnu's death, he must also be present at his father-in-law's residence. Although in the end maybe he will be a gossip of many people.
Especially after that Dita and her family will also ask for blessing to her family-in-law because Dita will soon be married.
"Yes ma'am, we'll come along."
"Yes, indeed after that, the plan of the same Father Mother also all want to ask for the blessing of Ibu Anggraeni."
"May they give Dita their blessing."
"Aamiinu. At least we told him that. Surely this is better for you, too, Nduk."
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One week later, there was time to visit Vishnu's house. Many people come to the House of Vishnu to pray for the deceased.
From a distance Rista had already looked at Dita with a deep look of hatred. There was no friendly look on his face.
"Remain that unlucky lady here, Buk! Is not satisfied enough with killing brother!"
Looks anger dominates Rista's face, but Mrs Anggraeni does not show the same thing. She is opposite to her daughter, Rista.
"Take your sister, Rista. It is time we are sincere with the departure of Vishnu. There's nothing to be troubled about anymore. All of this was due to pure error."
"Well, why defend Dita, what because of the compensation money they gave us!"
"Dragon's talking, Rista. This is the hundred days of your brother's death, you should have prayed for him a lot, not blasphemed his wife."
The irritated Rista immediately set her foot on the floor. I don't know why his Indigo instincts started talking. Not wanting to be burned with anger, Rista preferred to go and enter the room.
Meanwhile in the living room, Dita and her extended family had just arrived. He and Mrs Sekar directly approached Mrs Anggraeni for pleasantries.
"Welcome to besan, sorry we don't know if there's a guest of honor."
Madam Sekar patted Madam Anggraeni's hand with a smile.
"Well, by the way, Jeng. We're also part of your family, so there's nothing to be privileged with."
After meeting with besan. Now Dita went forward and shook hands with Vishnu's mother.
"Welcome, Dita. You're a son-in-law but you never sleep here."
"Sorry, Mom. We've got a lot of campus work so sorry to come here."
"It's okay, the important thing is not to forget the mother."
Dita and Madam Anggraeni reviewed each other's smiles. From upstairs, Rista looked down at Dita. His smile was full of cunning, I don't know what he wanted at the moment, but it was definitely not a good thing.
Slowly he began to go down the stairs, because a moment later the tahlil event was about to begin. To avoid Dita, Rista deliberately sat in the back row. This was barely known to Dita and her family.
All the invited guests and close relatives had gathered, then a moment later the tahlil event immediately began. Everything seemed wise and solemn in teaching. However, Dita suddenly saw the wind blowing very hard from the direction of the main door. Cold and full of the smell of jasmine flowers mixed cantile.
Dita looked around her, everything as if nothing had been disturbed by the incident just now.
"Am I the only one feeling?"
Rista and the others were still solemn in teaching, unlike Dita. Out of curiosity, he grabbed his mother's arm.
"Oh, don't you think there's anything weird?" whispered to Madame Sekar.
Madam Sekar shook her head and hinted that Dita would return to teaching.
Unfortunately only Dita can feel that. It was also what made Dita unable to return to teaching because over time the feathers bristled, until finally a figure full of feathers with white pupils stood upright in front of him.
The smell was so foul that it made Dita nauseous and almost fainted. With drool continuously dripping and sharp eye gazes piercing the creature approached Dita.
"Hurry home! Don't be here!" said the creature.
My mind wondered.
"What is this thing?" mummified Dita.
Seeing Dita did not immediately move to make the creature angry and approached Dita.
"Hurry up or I'll be mad!"
The creature seemed very angry and prepared to bring Dita.
"Aaaarggghhh! I don't want to!"
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Don't forget to stop by Fany's friend's work yes, add it to the bookshelf if you like, thank you.