MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
CHAPTER 24: JENG FITRI
After breakfast, Mas Diki and Nur were ready to leave. Not to forget I also advised Mas Diki to return home after dropping off our only child to school. Mas Diki also agreed to that. While Mas Diki was going to Nur's school, I was at home doing some kitchen and other home business. When I took off the house suddenly there was a WA entry from Mr. RT.
"So, right?" the sound of the WA.
"So. I was escorted by my husband," I deliberately said the word husband so that Mr. RT could maintain his attitude towards me.
"Yes" he answered.
I continued to do the homework until it was done. When I finished, I got ready to wait for Mas Diki's arrival. Suddenly as I prepared myself, my door was knocked from outside.
"Assalamualaikum ..," one woman shouted.
"Waalaikumsalam ..," I replied.
"Alhamdulillah, finally met until last, Ma'am," said Jeng Fitri.
"Hm .. I thought you were coming, Jeng Fitri. Who else if you don't have that loud voice? Monggo, please sit down, Jeng!" my reply.
"Thank you, Ma'am. Ah, Sinta's mother is just there," replied Jeng Fitri timidly.
"Tumben's clothes are covered like this, Jeng?" many wonder.
"Ah, this Sister Sinta. I'm a little bit willing to change, ma'am. It just so happened that My Darling wanted me to change, Ma'am" replied Jeng Fitri.
"Where else is this My Darling? Hm ... When was that day, right?" ask me while remembering the face of the man who drove Jeng Fitri to take orders here.
"Duh, don't talk about that jerk again, Ma'am," replied Jeng Fitri ketus.
"Why did Jeng Fitri call him a jerk? Like last month fitting here the same guy, you guys are friendly even if it's not wrong you've married betel, huh?" my word.
"Duh, forget about that old bandot. I've wasted bad memories of him. Just make the heartache. I want to focus on My Darling, Ma'am. Well, even though we're new acquaintances through Sosmed, but I can already judge him what kind of person? Well, although not as loyal as the jerk, but at least My Darling is very loyal," replied Jeng Fitri.
"Hm ... Was he not loyal yesterday?" my insistence.
"Banget, Ma'am. It hurts to remember" replied Jeng Fitri.
"He's cheating, Jeng?" I couldn't stand it because my soul thrashed to find out.
"Oh, this Sinta Ma'am. I really don't want to remember that anymore. But, Mbak Sinta even nginget-ngingetin again. I am not sick, Mother. The son of a bitch cheated on me with my cousin. My cousin was initially confused about work and then I tried to find a job in the office of the jerk. In fact, it turns out that even my kindness is reciprocated by tubal water. Tuh, right, I so cry again, Ma'am," said Jeng Fitri at length while wiping his tears.
"Oh, yeah. Are you sure your betrothed's cheating on your cousin? Lest you just eat irresponsible issues, which aim to damage your household?" my answer.
"I thought so at first, too, Mom. I suppose the issue was exhaled because the employee of the jerk was jealous of my cousin who just went to work without any entrance selection. Apparently, it's not an issue. While I was attending an entrepreneurial seminar at a well-known hotel, I noticed that the jerk's car was parked. I was wondering if there was a car there. I asked the receptionist, but I failed to get the info due to customer privacy reasons. Well, I did not take a headache, I asked my close friends who participated in the seminar for the sliwars at the hotel. And sure enough, my friend saw that jerk in a room. He also gave me the room number. My friends and I also acted. My friend knocked on the door of the hotel room and pretended to be a hotel attendant. And sure enough, as soon as the door opened, I forced my way inside. It turns out that on the mattress there is my cousin just wearing a blanket," continued the story of Jeng Fitri.
"Oh my God ..," I cried.
"That makes me hurt. It turned out that the jerk when he saw me clawing at my cousin, he hit me and said that he preferred my cousin," continued Jeng Fitri with tears.
"Say people, the hell, my cousin was playing shaman, Ma'am. So, he used that jerk. It was supported by her mother, who incidentally is my own aunt," replied Jeng Fitri.
"Well, is that true, Jeng? Why are they so willing to do it to you who are still his brothers?" my many.
"If I hadn't thought so much about it. For me, to be useful or not, even if the partner has dared to cheat means he responds. Don't blame his use. That's not my soul mate, ma'am. Let them be happy that way. I don't want to get dizzy. Maybe this is also the way Allah SWT awakened me. The proof after that incident I felt calmer and finally met My Darling through Sosmed," replied Jeng Fitri with a sweet smile.
"Yes, Jeng. I can only pray that the current one will be a soul mate until the end of life for Jeng Fitri. Aamiiin," I replied.
"Amorochen ... Thanks, Ma'am. Pray for me, Ma'am. God willing My Darling will come to this city next month to propose to me" said Jeng Fitri.
"Thank God, I'm glad to hear that. Don't forget the news if you want to be inaugurated," I replied.
"Yes, Mother. I no longer want to be married by a man. Sweet as bitter as fruit, just like the betel leaf, was made up of minang, ealah the pulp is mopped," said Jeng Fitri.
"Jeng Fitri this is all there is. No, Jeng Fitri though a widow but beautiful and elegant. Surely many men who queue up want to be Jeng Fitri's husband. Aren't you?" my word.
"Yes, but most of them just want to suck honey, Ma'am. It is rare for a man to seriously marry me. The proof is that the bastard has. But, if My Darling is like a difference with others, Ma'am," replied Jeng Fitri.
"Yes. But be careful, Jeng. Now that's a lot of deception through Sosmed. There are many victims" I replied.
"Yes, thanks for the advice, ma'am. Sinta just calm down. God willing My Darling is indeed my last mate, Ma'am," replied Jeng Fitri.
"Aaamiiiin ..," I replied.
"Mr must also be careful. Mas Diki Tuh cucok meong loh. Who wouldn't want to be the same, Diki. The handsome yes ... treasure yes ... what else? It is worth one hundred and ten. Ma'am must be careful to take care of Mas Diki anyway, do not meet women like me in the past. He he he ..," said Jeng Fitri.
"Jeng Fitri is just there ..," I replied.
"Really, Mom. I don't lie, but I was once naughty. I'm the ogah of being a destroyer of people's households. My ex is all single or widower. No one has the status of a husband. But, if Mbak Sinta allows Mas Diki to marry again, I want to register, Ma'am," said Jeng Fitri spontaneously.
"Jeng Fitri want to punch me in the same corner?" I said while clenching my fists.
"Related, Ma. I know Sinta is a silat. I will be told by my sister who happens to be in school with Sinta's mother. Golly, Ma'am. I was just kidding, really," replied Jeng Fitri.
"Come, go straight to the boutique, bye!" take me directly to Jeng Fitri.
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