MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 44: COURIER
The Goddess took a deep breath. He pondered what he had just faced with Panji. He became sad when he remembered Laras. The girl had indeed died, but her spirit was unsettled and demanded revenge against all those who had hurt her. As a person who cares about Laras, Bu Dewi has tried to advise the spirit of Laras by all means. Starting from coming to his grave to yelling at the sound of Laras as he had just done while at the house of Laras with Panji. However, everything was just in vain because Laras seemed to become angry and had slammed the door and made Panji surprised and frightened.
“What should I do? Should I tell Mas Herman? What if Mas Herman was saddened or angry with me? Hasn't I been the most opposed to the issue of the ghost of Laras being breathed out by the inhabitants of this Pomegranate hamlet? But, if I let this drag on, I'm afraid Laras will do even more. After killing Mr. Hartono, it could be that Laras will kill others as well. But what about the Panji? If until everyone knew that Laras was the ghost who killed Mr. Hartono, surely Panji would grow up in the bullying of people that he was the son of a murderer. Nooooooo!!! That can't happen to Panji. This kid is innocent! Oh my God .. Can break my head thinking about this. Laraaaaa!!! Why do you have to be a ghost? But, if you look at the contents of your diary. I also do not have the heart with the fate that befalls you. How you have to face a hard life with such circumstances while people who do evil to you can still breathe a sigh of relief at that time,” Bu Dewi's head is filled with thoughts that make him all confused and afraid.
The hand of Ms. Dewi Tanpas accidentally touched the piece of book that she obtained from the house of Laras earlier.
“Ah ...,” Laras takes a deep breath.
He did not want to hold the paper or read the contents of his writing. He did not want to find the thing that made his mind more confused in the writing. However, no matter how strong Mother Dewi tried to avoid it, it only added a sense of curiosity to the contents of the writing behind the piece of the book. Finally, Madam Dewi slowly grabbed the piece of the book and placed it right in front of her face. Mata Bu Dewi looked carefully at the pieces of the book he had just obtained. After he observed, it was true that his assumption that the piece of the book was a continuation of the diary he had found yesterday.
Miss Dewi also read the contents of the writing in the new book.
“Today I decided to leave home. I know Bude was disappointed with me because of his desire to educate me I refused. And also he was worried about my fate later if I didn't live here. ActuallyBude also told me to do a sewing course because he aspired to build a boutique business in this village. I'm not unhappy with Bude's idea. I really like the fashion world. But, honestly after that damned incident I was scared. I'm traumatized. I want to get away from this hamlet so I can't see the face of the criminal anymore. But, am I capable? The more I tried to forget it, the more I remembered it and it made me sicker. So, the only way for me is to get out of this hamlet as far as possible. I don't know where .. I want to start a new life. But, I have lied to Bude. I told him that I went to the city to work so that he would calm down. I don't know anyone in town.
After saying goodbye to Bude and Pakde, I left for the city with tears. I had to lose my greatest happiness in life, both of them. But, this is for my mental health. I promise, one day I will return to this hamlet.
As I walked down the hamlet road. I did refuse to be escorted by Pakde because I wanted to enjoy every corner of the memories in this hamlet before I went to the city. Bude was crying so sad to let go of me. Yes, I've been considered a biological child by Bude. And Bude is the only woman who loves me sincerely after my mother's death.
“Nduk, the greatest happiness in this life is sacrifice. There are times when we have to sacrifice something we love for the happiness of our loved ones ..” That is Bude's message that I have always remembered until now.
Well, I have to sacrifice my happiness now for my future. I can't be ruined. I have to be strong. I will prove to the world that a victim of evil like me can live happily and have a bright future.
As I was about to arrive at the big road, suddenly one of my famous polite and kind neighbors greeted me. He is Mr. Dimas, a good friend of Mr. Ade who recently moved to my hamlet.
“Mbak, where are you going?” answer it politely.
“You to the terminal, Ma'am,” I replied politely.
“Baregan, Yuk! I also happen to want to go that way,” he said again.
“Thank you, Sir. Let me just walk,”I replied I tried to refuse.
“Come, ntar juh from the fortune if you refuse the help of others,” the force.
I got in the car too. I deliberately chose to sit in the back because I was embarrassed to have to sit alone with Bu Dimas' husband. The car is also moving at a slow speed. By the time I sat in that moti, I didn't talk much. I only answer Mr. Dimas's occasional questions.
Suddenly when the car I was riding in reached a fairly quiet place, Mr. Dimas stopped his car.
“Kok stop, Sir?” ask the guy.
“I want to drop off this item first, yes?” replied Mr. Dimas while picking up the cardboard box that was next to me.
“Sent to where, Sir?” ask again.
“That, there will be someone waiting for me,” replied Mr. Dimas while pointing towards the trees on the side of the road.
Turns right. Under the trees was a man sitting. Mr. Dimas then lifted the small cardboard box out of the car and walked towards the man. In my heart I felt fear. It was strange to meet in such a deserted place. But, I threw that thought away. After all, Mr. Dimas is a good man.
A few minutes later Mr. Dimas returned to the car with a smile.
“Old, yes?” tanyakanya.
“Iya. It's okay, sir,” I replied.
Mr. Dimas is sitting behind the wheel, but hasn't started the engine yet. At that time the road was still empty. No vehicles passed. Suddenly Mr. Dimas turned to me.
“Ras, do you want to know what I just gave that person?” tanyakanya.
I was stunned to hear Mr. Dimas' words that I thought were somewhat suspicious.
“I-iya, Sir,” I was forced to answer Mr. Dimas's question.
The good man smiled and pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket. Then he also took out a bottle from inside the dashboard. I could only observe when Mr. Dimas poured the liquid in the bottle into the handkerchief he was holding.
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