MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
CHAPTER 16 SURPRISE
After finishing cleaning, the three of us took turns to take a shower and get ready to leave to Mbak Ning and Mas Vishnu. Although still looking limp, Ms. Ning still escorted us forward.
"Sir Ning, the fifteen million money I gave you now what will it be after the seven days of Bude Yati's completion?" ask me before the break.
"What do you want to bring cash with you?" tanyanya.
"Not really, anyway. If Ms. Ning wants to accept cash, let me take it first at the atm, but if you want to go through a transfer, yes, I can transfer now," I replied.
"Dik Ning has talked to Dik Diki yet?" whispered Sister Ning.
"Later I'll say it, Ma'am. Relax, Mas Diki will not be forbidden, really, Ma'am," I replied.
"All right then. Tell you what, Sister. Let me take Ikbal to the motorcycle dealer first. Let him pick his bike. Later on payment, I will contact you first, Dik," replied Ms. Ning.
"Look so, Ma'am. God willing my WA number is always on and ready to standby" I replied.
"Thank you a lot, yeah, Dik Sin. If there is no you, I don't know who to borrow," cried Ms. Ning.
"Everything. Later, if I need anything will also ask for help until, Ms. Ning," I replied.
"Yes, Brother" replied Sister Ning.
"Sir, we're saying goodbye, huh? Remember, later do not forget to take delivery to Mas Vishnu to check!" my word.
"Yes, Brother. Take it easy," replied Sister Ning.
"Assalamualaikum," I said
"Waalaikumsalam," replied Sister Ning.
I also shook hands with Mas Vishnu who just talked to Mas Diki. After that I also shook hands with Ikbal who had just finished shaking hands with Nur.
"Ikbal, don't wander on, huh? Take care of the house, your father is not feeling well now. People in the kitchen if you need anything, right, it's good to tell you," I said to Bude Yati's youngest child.
"Yes, Madam Sin," he replied timidly.
After we finished shaking hands, we got into the car and we waved each other goodbye. Mbak Ning and Mas Vishnu looked moved staring at our departure. The memories between us are very strong. Although we are not siblings, but the brotherhood between us is not less close to siblings. Our hope is only one, hopefully our children will also still be as familiar as us, not until 'Dead Torch' a popular term in our place which means breaking the cord.
What I salute from Mas Diki is that he does not discriminate his own brother or brother from me as his wife in terms of emotional and inner closeness. That's why I'm ashamed that I didn't pay attention to Mas Diki's nephews and other brothers. As I recall, Mas Diki never asked me or even forced me to love his brothers. But, from the way he behaved to my brothers, I also felt motivated to love the Mas Diki brothers as well. And it all flows naturally.
Drrrrt ...
Suddenly my phone vibrated. There's a message WA in. Mas Diki turned his head for a moment towards me. But I don't need to worry, this husband is not a super-man with other people's business. He looked back for a moment and concentrated on the steering wheel. I opened the message. It turns out from the number of Mr. RT that I deliberately did not save.
"Well, how come home, brother? What about the CCTV video?" the message in the WA.
I immediately closed the conversation box with Mr. RT. My mood feels like it just dropped WA from that prankster. I almost forgot that next to me was Mas Diki. Immediately I turned off the vibrate mode on my phone and put my phone back on the dashboard.
"Who from whom, brother?" ask Mas Diki suddenly.
I turned for a moment towards Mas Diki. At first I looked at him with a surprised look, but I immediately changed it with a smile.
"Regular, Mom. Online loan offer," I replied.
"Yes, later if Mas Diki becomes an important official in the Ministry of Communications, then there is such sweeping," my lead.
"Ogah ah's. I do not want to work at Kemenkominfo. Puyeng thought that Indonesians could not be regulated all in using information technology. Mending mas is just a clothes manager," he replied.
"Any shirt owner isn't tired?" my many.
"Capek too. But, right, there is Dik Sin who helps mas to choose between motifs and materials. Aren't you?" rayu Mas Diki's.
I smiled sweetly towards Mas Diki. This guy is really very special. He values his wife very much and always prioritizes his wife in his life. How could there be another man I could love more than Mas Diki?
"Sir, where are we going to have breakfast?" ask Mas Diki later.
"Nur, what do you want to eat, son?" ask my son who is sitting in the back seat.
"Hm ... What if we eat at the front of the school when that day?" answer Nur.
"Ooo ... near Eyang Darsih's school?" many ensure.
"Yes, ma'am" replied Nur Kalem.
"What do you think of Mas Diki?" ask my husband.
"Okay, just there. The food was good, really," replied Mas Diki.
"OKAY. Let's go there, "I said.
Mas Diki accelerated the speed of his car to where we wanted it. Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the shop. The stall is right in front of one of the schools owned by Bulek Darsih.
"We ordered three, Mom. Drinking water all three," I told one of the employees there.
Not long after, three meals and three drinks we ordered were finished and ready to eat in front of us. Sure enough, the three of us are very greedy in eating it because it feels really right on our tongues. The atmosphere in the shop was quite quiet at the time. I don't know, maybe because we came in too early. As I recall, last time there, the stall was quite crowded with people. I was also surprised by the school gate which was also still tightly closed.
"Mom, why is the school gate still closed, huh?" manya curious.
"Oh, anu, Ma'am. The school was closed from yesterday," replied the Owner of Warung.
"Well, why, Mom? Isn't this the holiday season? Does the teacher have any important activities?" my question is getting curious.
"Oh, no, Mom. His school was said to be closed first for three days because one of the teachers named Bu Marisa died yesterday afternoon," replied the Mother Owner of Warung in a serious tone.
"Innalillahi wainnailaihi rojiuuun ..," I said.
"That's a pity, Ma'am. Ms. Marisa was very young and became a confidant of the foundation she said. The person is also very friendly and kind" added Ibu Proprietor Warung.
I was really shocked to hear the news of the death. Yesterday the day after tomorrow, Ms. Marisa was still sick as the two teachers at this school talked about when they ate rice pecel in this shop with us.
SERIATE
Earlier I wanted to apologize for yesterday's holiday update. Must have missed everything with the continuation of the story, right?
Oh yeah, here it is. I want you to write a comment about your experience in good relations with people who are not bloodless with you. Can friends also be family couples? Is there no, huh?