MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 31: BEAUTIFUL

Mr. Salihun and Mr. Ratno became panicked immediately in that position.

“Hun .. I think the ghost followed us here. If you know this, it is better that I just ran to the house,” said Mr. Ratno stammered.

“Iya, Rat. I also don't know if the ghost will chase us here. What is this, Rat? I don't know how to deal with ghosts. Do you have an antidote?” mr. Salihun.

“Hun, do you remember the talk of the Yanto our friend to teach first?” mr. Ratno reminded Mr. Salihun of their childhood.

“Si Yanto our supernatural friend?” ask Mr. Salihun.

“Iya\, true\, Hun. He used to say that he said the ghost would run away if he saw a human to*basket b*t\,” replied Mr. Ratno in a whisper.

“Hah? Say Yanto you believe, Rat. He's a nightmarish. SPP money alone was corrupted with him,” Pak Salihun replied in denial.

“Do you have any other way more telling, Hun?” ask Mr. Ratno.

“Ti-no, I have no experience in this, Rat. My God!” pekik Pak Salihun's.

“Why, Hun?” ask Mr. Ratno.

“Hantunya is now down, Rat. I think he wants to bite your neck,” replied Mr. Salihun grimacing.

“Yes God! We need to act fast, Hun! I don't want to die silly being eaten by a blood-sucking ghost or whatever ghost this is. What should we do now, Hun?” peekik Pak Ratno in a panicked tone but was detained because the two men had been talking to each other in a slightly whispered way.

“It seems we have no other choice now, Rat. We follow the way of Yanto,” Pak Salihun replied with a forced tone.

Since long ago, Mr. Salihun never got along with their friend named Yanto. For him, Yanto was a strange and often misleading child. But, in this kind of desperate condition, it seemed like he had to succumb to his principles.

Meanwhile, the female figure behind Mr. Ratno this time had already lowered her head. Mr. Ratno and Mr. Salihun began to solidify the intention to do the shameful thing.

“Come, we do it together, Rat!” bring Mr. Salihun.

“Iya, Huns. You count, yeah?” said Mr. Ratno.

“Sa-tu .. du-a .. ti-ga ...,” Mr. Salihun started counting with a somewhat hardened voice.

On the count of three, Mr. Salihun and Mr. Ratno also simultaneously undressed the top.

“Taste this DAMN!!” pekik Pak Salihun while standing facing the mysterious female figure.

“That's you now!!” pekik Pak Ratno did not lose loudly while standing up and turning around to face the mysterious female figure behind him.

For a few seconds, time stopped turning. Mr. Salihun and Mr. Ratno this time looked at each other with the mysterious female figure. The three people were both glaring at his eyes especially Pak Salihun and Pak Ratno. They really did not expect what was in front of them right now.

“Wuaaaaaaaaa!!” the female figure screamed loudly and turned her face back as soon as she saw the two old men in front of her performing an indecent stunt right before her.

“Jamila!!” pekik held back Mr. Ratno and Mr. Salihun simultaneously when they learned that the woman they had suspected as a ghost since then was Jamila, a beautiful widow who worked as a barren porters in the hamlet of Pomegranate.

“Yes Allah! Sorry, Jamila. We thought you were a ghost!” said Mr. Salihun while putting back his top clothes.

“M-sorry, Jamila! We don't mean to be rude to you!” said Mr. Ratno while putting his shirt back on

“You guys are okay, anyway, pake open all clothes? You perverted old man!” jamila shouted furiously and kept her back to the two men.

“No, Jamila. We're not who you think we are. That time we both thought you were a ghost who would bite our blood,” replied Mr. Ratno.

“Reason! I was so beautiful that I thought of ghosts!” jamila's grumbling got angry.

“It's not so, Jamila! You will appear suddenly behind us, so we cannot see you. If you appear in front of us, yes we can definitely see your unequaled beauty,” replied Mr. Salihun while seducing.

“You sure you're not lying?” ask Jamila again.

“No, Jamila. We both have lied especially to the most beautiful women in this Pomegranate hamlet,” said Mr. Ratno boasting as well.

“Ah, this dreadlocks of yours. The most beautiful in this hamlet is Bu Dewi, his wife Mr. Herman, candidate-“ replied Jamila.

“What candidate, Jamila?” ask Mr. Salihun curious.

“My imam candidate, dong!” answer Jamila while grinning.

“Don't dong, sir! Ntar, I am not given any more alms to Miss Dewi. I was just kidding, right! After all, Mr. Herman is not my type, ” replied Jamila with his forehead.

“Hm .. Jamila really likes what kind of man?” ask Mr. Ratno curious.

Mr. Salihun who was in front of Mr. Ratno immediately pushed his friend's head back as an expression of his anxiety over the courage of Mr. Ratno. Mr. Ratno only smiled in response to that.

“Hm .. The first one must certainly love the Bunbun, my son. The second is domestic violence. Thirdly, I like the more mature one than Mr. Herman. Which is more deft when working in the fields. You see, I'm the work of the most skillful pemantandur in this Pomegranate hamlet. If my husband will also be deft in the fields, we will be able to work together to advance agriculture in this Pomegranate hamlet,” replied Jamila innocently.

Mr. Salihun and Mr. Ratno looked at each other and were bearded with Jamila's answer.

“Hm .. if your future husband already has grandchildren, how?” ask Mr. Salihun.

Jamila was silent for a moment. Then he also said.

“As long as there is the blessing of his children, I am okay,” replied Jamila innocently.

The two old men smiled happily with Jamila's reply.

“Oh yes, you why come to us both, Jamila?” ask Mr. Salihun.

“You're wearing it again, right?” ask Jamila.

“Already,” answer them both.

“Totally?” ask Jamila again.

“Truly,” replied Mr. Salihun.

Jamila turned her body to face the two old men. Mr. Salihun and Mr. Ratno looked at the beautiful widow's face in astonishment.

“So I'm going to go tandur in Pak Dibyo's rice field. Well, I'm forgetful to bring a date. Coincidentally from far away I saw you two so I would borrow if there was,” replied Jamila later.

“Oooo .. Fasten which you put yesterday, Rat?” ask Mr. Salihun.

“It looks like it was put in that cottage,” replied Mr. Ratno.

“Alhamdulillah there, Jamila. I'll get you, yeah?” said Mr. Salihun with a sweet tone.

“Not bother, sir. Let me take it myself. At the cottage, right?” jamila.

“Iya, right there. It's okay let me get it,” replied Mr. Salihun.

“Not done, Sir. Let me just take it myself. Thank you very much, yes,” replied Jamila as she walked closer to the cottage in the rice field of Mr. Herman.

“Alright, then. Later do not need to be returned, let-“ replied Mr. Salihun.

“Let me pick up to Jamila's house,” cut Mr. Ratno do not want to lose.

“Alright, Sir. Thanks a lot, huh?” jamila said as she passed away.

“Damn you, Rat. Just be nice!” mr. Salihun's protest was upset.

“We compete healthily, Bro!” answer Mr. Ratno.

“By the way why your budg suddenly healed if there is Jamila?” tanyaPak Salihun astonishment.

“Hm ... Who budeg, Hun?” pak Salihun Protest.

“I mean how do you focus so much on Jamila?” replied Mr. Salihun deliberately kept off.

“What??” mr Ratno asked unclearly.

Mr. Salihun left Mr. Ratno without answering his question. He was really upset with his friend and this time he did not care about his confusion. That feeling of jealousy towards his friend had made him that regretful.

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