Laweyan Shoulder Woman
Chapter 51. DESTINY OF ANINDITA

"Sorry ...."

Only that word came into Dita's mind. She still looked down in shame and felt that she had tarnished the good name of her husband's family.

"We, what you're thinking, we're a family, no one brings shit here, everything has become Divine destiny."

Mrs Anggraeni still defends Dita at this time. Even so not with Rista who still hates Dita. It seemed very unfriendly attitude that Rista showed to her sister-in-law. In contrast to Rista a few months ago when Vishnu first brought him home.

...**FLASH BACK ON**...

"Dek, adek ... here down," call Vishnu to his only sister.

Rista who had just entered college approached Dita and immediately liked her presence at that time.

"Hi Kak, I am Rista, Mas Vishnu's only and most cute sister," he said spoiledly.

Vishnu gently stroked Rista's head, as well as holding one of Dita's hands. They were seen as very familiar candidates-in-law. Moreover, Rista had long craved for a sister.

"She wants an older sister, this is Mas already brought Mbak Dita to accompany you."

"Thank you, my dear Vishnu. Rista pinjem Mbak Dita first, okay."

Without waiting for the approval of Vishnu, Rista had invited Dita into his room. It was the first time we met, but it all looked very familiar.

Until one day, after the wedding, Rista's natural instincts returned to function. It is too late if used. Until Vishnu's death finally occurred. From then on, Rista turned her affection into deep hatred.

...**FLASH BACK OFF**...

"Why bengong, Dita?" ask Nonya Anggraini.

"Eh, sorry, I'm okay, Kok Bu."

"Yes, let's enjoy the food."

After a long time of thinking, Mrs Sekar finally started a conversation with Mrs Anggraeni. Looks serious to make everything quiet and wait where Dita makes a sound.

In accordance with the initial plan, despite the chaos on the hundredth day Vishnu died, Dita and mistress Sekar still expressed their wishes.

"I apologize in advance, Jeng. If my words are offensive but that's not what I really mean. Our arrival here is to ask permission to the two of you that in one week, Dita will be remarried. We came here to ask for prayers and blessings from your Family."

"Thank God, finally Dita got married again, may your marriage last until the end of life. Aamiin's."

"Aamiin's."

"Just one mother's message, even though you will be married, do not forget your mother, later if you miss how?"

"Yes, Mom. God willing Dita will come here if Mas Judis allows."

"Good then."

Mrs Anggraeni turned to her daughter, Rista.

"You don't want to give a prayer to your sister-in-law, son?"

"Former sister-in-law, Mom. Is he not going to get married soon?"

Highlight Rista's eyes remained unfriendly. Not to pray for good for Dita, but he seemed to give an ugly prayer for her.

"Congratulations on her wedding plans, sister. I hope your husband doesn't do anything after marrying you."

Sontak Dita stared intently at Rista. How can he read Dita's mind about the bad possibilities that will happen later.

Rista's words that seemed to say if maybe Dita's second husband would be the same fate as her brother, of course it made tension occur in the family room. No one dared to speak or comment on Rista's words just now, not even Madam Anggraini.

He understood very well that his daughter was an indigo, but not with Dita's family. They considered Rista's words just now as a curse. Though their good intentions came to the house, to ask permission and blessing from Vishnu's parents.

Because after this, of course Dita will come to the house less often after marriage later. Especially after this Dita will be a daughter-in-law in another family home. Meanwhile from a distance there were a pair of eyes that continued to observe Dita from earlier.

The highlight of the eye never moved, while Dita's gaze continued to lead to the corner of the room where Vishnu's room was located. He remembered when Vishnu's closet opened by itself. Then there was a small book under the clothes hanger that caught Dita's attention.

Unfortunately, no one had seen that before. It's just a reprimand from Rista who made Dita realize that she had just daydreamed.

Do not want to think of anything else then Dita immediately out of the room Vishnu. However, his mind was still fixed on Vishnu's closet.

"Did Mas Vishnu tell me to take the book, huh?" mummified Dita.

Although Dita is a former daughter-in-law in the house, but Mrs Anggraini does not limit if Dita wants to come to the house.

The time indicator continues to roll, the atmosphere of the House of Vishnu increasingly gripping night. Madam Sekar then immediately announced.

"Thank you for the visit tonight, Jeng," Anggraeni said.

"I thank you for forgiving the incident and for giving your blessing to Dita."

"Yes, you're welcome, Jeng."

"Then we'll say goodbye."

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After returning from the residence of Mrs Anggraini, Dita with her parents returned to her residence. The distance they spent was quite long, because currently the Dita family lived in a city that was further away.

Meanwhile, the treatment for Sam is still ongoing. Clara had successfully prepared all the conditions requested by the shaman. As planned, midnight treatment for Sam will be carried out.

Sam's body was laid on the bed. In front of the shaman, there are so many offerings available. At the request of the shaman, Clara prepared chicken blood cemani, seven-figure flowers, frankincense, black coffee and several other clinic supplies.

Meanwhile, the mouth of the witch doctor recited a spell. At least so that SAM's life can be separated from the snare of the curse received by Dita. All the eyes of the people present there no one dared to stare towards the front. Almost everything is down, including Clara.

It was done according to the shaman's printing. Although his curiosity was so deep, but because Clara did not want to waste any longer. The most important thing now is that Sam's life is safe and comfortable again just as it was before he met Dita.

The atmosphere of the hut is very mystical. The crow's voice was rustling outside. The howling of the coyote sounded very heart-wrenching. Suddenly the wind blew outside so fast that it extinguished the entire torch lighting hut.

The smell of cantile flowers that are so stinging plus the aroma of boiled sweet potatoes increasingly pierces the sense of smell of Clara. A moment later, a female scream was heard.

"Tolooooong!"