MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 26: DISAPPOINTED
Early in the morning, Bu Dewi woke up to perform the dawn prayer. Last night he did not sleep well because he thought about the contents of the diary written by Laras. His heart and mind began to be affected by the talk and issues that circulated among his neighbors that Laras became a ghost and terrorized the citizens. Moreover, last night's incident when he found the diary. It was impossible that he could find the piece of the diary if there was no mystical interference in it.
“Mas, wake. It's dawn,” whispered to her husband.
“Mas is still sleepy, Dik,” replied Mr. Herman while trying to get back to sleep.
“Remember, Mas. He promised me two things when he married me first. One, I want to guide me to pray diligently. Dua ..” said Ms. Dewi and stopped by her husband.
“Iya, Dik's. Sorry, yes?” cut off her husband and get up to the bathroom.
“Alhamdulillah ..” said Bu Dewi with a smile.
In the heart of the Goddess Mother was grateful because her husband still remembered the sacred promise he had said before. The first promise is about guiding the prayers of Bu Dewi, while the second promise is that Mr. Herman promises to always maintain his love loyalty. For the second Lady Goddess it seems like there is no need to doubt that. Mr. Herman's daily life is just struggling between work, taking care of the Panji, and pampering Miss Dewi. Nothing else could attract Mr. Herman's attention. Especially women. Mr. Herman is known as a cold figure and rarely communicates with women other than his own family.
After completing the celebration of Fajr prayer, Bu Dewi immediately took the time to prepare breakfast for the family and clean the house. Mumpung Panji is still fast asleep accompanied by Mr. Herman. While Mr. Herman, once finished the dawn prayer, he said he wanted to keep Panji who was sleeping. When Miss Dewi cleaned the living room, she just found out that Mr. Herman instead slept snoring next to the Panji.
“Basic father and son are very similar way of sleeping,” said Bu Dewi to himself.
“Loh, I'm telling you Mas Herman was Panji's father, huh? Ah, it's okay. Lah wong is our son now. His mother Panji is no more. Who else would be a father and mother to the child if not me and Mas Herman?” again the Goddess said to herself.
Ms. Dewi continued cleaning in the living room by wiping the dusty windows.
“Loh, those people want to go where is like a rush like that?” Ask Bu Dewi to himself while peeking at the people who were walking through the alley towards the north.
Out of curiosity, Miss Dewi immediately came out of her house and walked towards the next alley. It is located a bit far from the house of Miss Dewi, but the view from the living room is clearly visible. These days, people prefer to pass the road to the stall or out of the hamlet rather than passing in front of his house. Ms. Dewi initially regretted it, but after the death of Mr. Hartono and the incident of the weeping Panji last night, she began to feel that the speech of the citizens had a point.
After walking a bit quickly to the fork, finally Miss Dewi arrived in front of the alley. He waited for someone who was walking in a hurry like Ms. Reni and the other mothers he had seen just now.
After waiting for approximately ten minutes, the woman finally met with Pak Bagong whose house at the end of the hamlet sedan hastily entered the alley.
“Assalamualaikum, Mr Bagong where are you going? How come it looks so rushed?” reprimand Bu Dewi slightly surprised the fat man.
“Eh, anu ..Bu Dewi what is here?” Mr. Bagong asked back.
“I was just cleaning the house happened to see many residents walking hastily through here like there was an important incident. That's why I'm waiting for people through here to ask,” replied Miss Dewi.
“Pak Ade injured? How to get to the fall of the kitchen shelf?” Ask the Goddess again.
“Lack of knowledge, Miss Dewi. But, according to the talk circulating, he said Mr. Ade was terrified of the same-“ replied Mr. Bagong hesitated.
“Why fear, Mr Bagong?” ask the Goddess again.
“Eh .. Fear of equal-“ replied Mr. Bagong hesitated.
“Fear of who, sir? Just answer me, sir! Don't feel bad about me,” forcibly Bu Dewi.
“I don't feel good to answer, Miss Dewi. Ms. Dewi asked the others,” replied Mr. Bagong was not happy.
“Pak Ade is afraid of the same barrel huh, Sir?” tanya Bu Dewi emphasized her nonsense.
Mr. Bagong's face turned red instantly at that moment. He did not expect Miss Dewi would urge him to say things that he did not want to say because he respected Bu Dewi and Pak Herman very much.
“Where did Bu Dewi know that?” Mr. Bagong asked back.
“Thank you, Mr. Bagong, for the information,” replied Ms. Dewi.
“I'm sorry, Mom. I pay to Mr. Ade's house first to ensure the situation there,” said Mr. Bagong later.
“Nothing, Sir. Mr. Bagong just leave first. I will follow later,” replied Miss Dewi weak.
Mr. Bagong continued his journey to Mr. Ade's house. While Bu Dewi stood dumbstruck in that place with mixed feelings between disappointed and sad. He was really sad if Laras really died haunting and disturbing the people in this Pomegranate hamlet.
“Laras, is it true that you will take revenge on those who did evil to you? Didn't you kill Mr. Hartono, Nduk? Why are you still harassing innocent citizens? Are you angry with all the villagers who did not help with your funeral, Nduk? Wasn't there me and the people my husband, Nduk, sent? Please, Nduk, don't hurt innocent people!” said the Goddess to herself.
Ms. Dewi is currently on foot leaving the next alley, but the direction of her footsteps is not to go to her house or to Mr. Ade's house. Looks like the direction of his steps towards the village cemetery area. He walked with shaky steps and a pushy look. There was a heavy burden that he was carrying right now. There was a feeling of failure in his heart because he had wrongly educated Laras after the death of his biological mother. The woman's cry broke during her walk towards the grave. No one knows the state of Bu Dewi at that time because the road to the grave at those hours is indeed very quiet. Only occasionally the sound of crickets and grasshoppers are mutually unpretentious to each other. Madam Dewi already did not care about the bad things that would happen to her in the grave later. There's something I want to do in Laras's tomb.
SERIATE
Thank you to the faithful readers of the MARANTI novel. Just remind me that I also have another horror novel called KAMPUNG HAUNTUNG and SEKOLAH HAUNTUNG.