MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 46: MEMORIES

Mr. Dimas and Ms. Dimas returned from the hospital in a tired state after a day of accompanying Ms. Nisa to take care of Mr. Ade. They both went home and ordered a taxi. While in the taxi, Mr. Dimas was busy calling someone while Mr. Dimas took advantage of the time by sleeping in the taxi. When the taxi was almost at the T-junction of Pomegranate hamlet, Mr. Dimas told the driver to stop the car. Someone was waiting at the top of the road. Mr. Dimas opened the car window and spoke to a person who seemed to have been contacted by Mr. Dimas earlier.

“Where is the package, Jo?” said Mr. Dimas.

“This, sir,” replied the person while handing over a package.

Mr. Dimas received the package and put it in a bag that he always carried with him wherever he went.

“Wait for more news yes, Jo!” said Mr. Dimas while closing the car glass.

“Iya, Sir,” the person called “Jo” was by Mr. Dimas.

“Street, Mr Driver!” mr. Dimas' orders to the taxi driver he hired.

“Iya, Sir!” the driver replied, pressing the gas pedal back.

“Pertigaan in front of right turn, yes, sir!” mr. Dimas' orders again.

“I mean, Mr home in Pomegranate hamlet?” the driver asked back.

“Iya. Why, Sir?” ask Mr. Dimas.

“Please excuse me, Sir. This car is no good, sir. So, I can't take you home. Maximum up to this fork only,” replied Mr. Driver with courtesy.

“Waduh, the time we both have to walk into?” mr Dimas's Protest.

“Once again I apologize, Sir. I have been reminded by my boss to keep this car well because this one month has been two repairs. I don't dare, Sir,” replied Mr. Driver.

“What if you pay me two hundred thousand, but you take me all the way to?” bargain Mr. Dimas.

“Duh once again apologize, sir. I really can't. The road is badly damaged, sir!” answer the taxi driver.

“Ya is already. Know that I was riding another car,” complained Mr. Dimas upset.

“Please maa, Sir. If you are not willing to pay, it is okay,” replied the taxi driver also with an unpleasant expression.

“Ya already, here's the money!” said Mr. Dimas while throwing some tens of thousands of money into the taxi car dashboar.

“Dik, let's get down!” take Mr. Dimas to wake his wife.

“Waduh, how to get down here, Mas. This is still not there,” replied his wife while rubbing both eyes.

“The driver is afraid this good car is damaged. So, he does not want to take us home, ” replied Mr. Dimas.

“Loh, is that right, sir?” ask Dimas to the driver.

“I-iya, Mom. I'm sorry,” replied Mr. Sopr while trying to smile at Ms. Dimas even though his heart was a bit sick to hear Mr. Dimas' nagging.

“Ah, until this is how, Pir .. Pir ...,” scold Bu Dimas while getting off in the taxi.

The driver then drove his taxi car leaving Mr. Dimas and Bu Dimas who had to walk to their house which was still several hundred meters through a rocky and hollow road.

“Duh, sick address all this, Mas. Where do I sleep heavy, nih!” omel Bu Dimas's.

“Sabar, Dik. We'll be here soon, kok!” mr. Dimas replied trying to ease his wife's emotions

The two men also walked down the damaged road of Pomegranate hamlet. Apesnya again, along the way they did not find a passing neighbor that they could probably ride . When they almost got to their house then there was a car that was in the direction of them.

“Loh, Mr Dimas and Bu Dimas are on foot?” greet the driver of the car that turned out to be the usual sembako mengupplai shops and stalls in the hamlet of Pomegranate.

“Waduh, Mr. Eko just appeared. You know, we were waiting in front. It's about to arrive. Liability, bye!” answer Mr. Dimas.

“OK, Mr Eko!” sahut Mr. Dimas while holding his wife to continue the journey that has been left about a hundred meters.

Once at his home, Mr. Dimas and Mr. Dimas immediately lay down on a mattress placed in the living room.

“Duh, really tired, Dik. Turns out walking that far was quite tiring, huh?” said Mr. Dimas.

“Iya, Mas. Though Mr. Salihun and Mr. Ratno often walk from the front to here to look for fertilizer and sebaina, but they are okay,” replied Bu Dimas while straightening his back.

“That's it, Dik. They are old. We are still young, we are already frail like this,” replied Pal Dimas.

Just a while they chatted, suddenly Adzan Magrib was already reverberating from one of their neighboring radios.

“Mas, already Magrib. You don't want to know at Mr Hartono's house?” mom asked Dimas while waking up her husband who seemed to want to sleep.

“No, Dik. Mas ketchupan. Tomorrow only!” answer Mr. Dimas.

“How is this? Mr. Hartono is a good friend of Mr. Ade's. Masa Masa did not know there. About Mr Hartono no longer exist?” the Bu Dimas Protest.

“This is you, Dik. Yeah no. I don't know because I'm so tired right now. If I'm healthy, I know!” replied Mr. Dimas annoyed at being cornered by his own wife.

“Continue, yesterday why not? I see Mas just relax. Or do not be right saying Bu Nisa when the day,” replied Bu Dimas.

“What did Miss Nisa say to you, Dik?” ask Mr. Dimas curious.

“Say you're a bit jealous of Pa Hartono. Because Mr. Ade often gave money to Mr. Hartono. Is that right, Mas?” ask Miss Dimas.

“Ya, no, Dik. Why do I envy Mr. Hartono!” mr Dimas's Protest.

“Mas should not be envious of Mr. Hartono. Mr. Ade was often giving money to Mr. Hartono because the salary of Mr. Hartono as a security guard was cheap and only enough to eat. Besides, Mr. Hartono is a childhood friend of Mr. Ade who has grown up together since childhood. Besides, Mr. Hartono is dead now,” replied Ms. Dimas.

“Iya, Dik!” answer Mr. Dimas briefly.

Though it is true that his wife's assumption that he was previously envious of Mr. Hartono.But, the reason is not because Mr. Hartono is often given money by Mr. Ade. Instead, he knew that Mr. Ade often took Mr. Hartono to the karaoke place for a party of prohibited goods and women. Moreover, he was also envious because he had long been targeting Laras, but was preceded by Mr. Hartono. But, he couldn't possibly pass that excuse on to his innocent wife. Because he didn't want his wife to know how bad he was.

“Mas, I'm going to Mr. Jefri's house first. I forgot to tell Mr. Jefri to take Revan to the hospital to visit his father,” said Bu Dimas remembering something.

“It's already night, brother. The clock has been closed for sure,” replied Mr. Dimas.

“Important that I told Mr. Jefri first. Let her tell Bu Nisa later,” replied Bu Dimas while walking leaving her husband lying on the bed.

After his wife died, Mr. Dimas suddenly remembered something.

“Duh, if tired of this is the best to consume my favorite stuff. Let my wife go, I'll just go to the front room,” said Mr. Dimas to himself while taking a bag containing prohibited items that he used to trap business opponents Pak Ade and also for his own consumption.

Once in the room, Mr. Dimas locked the door from the inside. I know for sure that if he had locked himself in the front room, his wife would not dare to disturb him again.

“This is the time for me to enjoy life while remembering the togetherness with Laras. Ah, unfortunately the child had to change drastically due to illness. Just make me illfeel. Fortunately, he did not report to the police. She must be afraid I'm spreading her photos. He he .. Laraaaas Larasss .. You are a very unfortunate life. Let's see this. Evil, but considered good by people. He he he .. That's why you don't be a bego, Laras!” those were the words spoken by Mr. Dimas as he opened the package and took out the contents inside which were white.

The man inhaled the white object with a dose that he had set himself. Meanwhile, Ms. Dimas who just returned from Mr. Jefri's house felt that there was something strange in his house. The originally closed door was now open and she did not find her husband on a mattress placed in the living room.

“Mas, where are you going?” shouted Miss Dimas while looking for her husband towards the kitchen and bathroom.

However, the woman's efforts were in vain because she did not find the nose of her husband. Then he heard a noise from the front room.

Brak!

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