MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 50: REVAN'S

Mr. Jefri and Ms. Jefri took a motorbike from her home to the hospital. Revan was rammed in the middle of the two of them.

“Revan, tight handle yes same, Om!” mr. Jefri's orders.

“Iya, Om. It's Revan already handle,” replied Revan.

“But, how do the handles go to the shoulders, Om? To the waist alone so that the handle is stronger,” replied Mr. Jefri.

“Can't, Om. Revan's hand didn't fit into Om Jefri's stomach,” Revan shouted innocently.

“Ha ha ha .. Hence, Mas. Diet ... Diet .. Your stomach is getting bigger and bigger!” ma'am Jefri yelled with a wink of laughter after hearing Revan's reply.

Mr. Jefri could not answer anymore because it was true what his wife said. Finally, the weight of Mr. Jefri's body continues to increase. It was hard for the man to eat just a little. Moreover, his wife's cooking is always delicious.

“Mas .. Kira-Kira we can still enter no, huh? It's already night, Mas?” ask Bu Jefri after they drive long enough.

“Can, Dik,” replied Mr. Jefri briefly.

“There are good hours of nights like this?” ask Ms. Jefri.

“Yes, if you can't get in later, we'll just go home. Tomorrow we return again,” replied Mr. Jefri lightly.

“Loh, same as Revan, Mas. He is eager to see the condition of his father,” replied Bu Jefri.

“Iya, Om. I would love to see you, Revan replied.

“Tuh, it's true what I said!” bu Jefri Protest.

“Hour besuknya is over at six just now, Dik,” replied Mr. Jefri.

“Continue? Why do we leave, Mas. If there are no more besuk hours,” protest Bu Jefri.

Mr. Jefri was silent. He did not answer his wife's question. Ms. Jefri started to feel uncomfortable with such conditions.

“We step aside first, Dik. Mas want to buy cigarettes,” said Mr. Jefri suddenly while marginalizing his motorbike in front of a stall he just met after a long drive.

“Loh, did you smoke again? He said he quit smoking? How is this!” jefri Bu's nagging to her husband

“Down first!” mr. Jefri's orders while shutting down the engine.

Ms. Jefri also came down from her bonnet followed by Revan.

“We'll just go home, Mom! Why do we go all the way if we can not meet with Mr. Ade. What just to drive you to buy cigarettes, the laziest me if I like gini!” namel Bu Jefri to her husband.

Mr. Jefri continued his activities to buy cigarettes at the stall. There was an old man who served from inside the shop.

“Pak, I bought two Lidi Sweepstakes cigarette, Sir!” shouted Mr. Jefri.

“This, Mas!” replied the old man while handing his cigarette to Mr. Jefri.

“You guys are matches, sir. How much is it all?” ask Mr. Jefri.

“Fatty-two thousand, Mas,” replied the old man.

“This, Sir. Money fitting,” replied Mr. Jefri while picking up cigarettes and matches placed on a tub of rice by the old man.

“There are many, Mas. Where are you going these nights?” ask old man.

“Mau to hospital, Sir,” replied Mr. Jefri.

“Who is sick, Mas?” ask the old man again.

“Neighbors. His father the child,” replied Mr. Jefri while pointing at Revan who was standing next to his wife. At that moment Bu Jefri looked cynically at Mr. Jefri.

“Oalah. What pain, Mas?” ask the old man again.

“Accident, Sir,” replied Mr. Jefri.

“Astagfirullah! May soon be healed, Mas,” replied the old man.

“Aaamiii. Thank you, Sir I say goodbye first,” said Mr. Jefri.

“Sama-Sama, Mas. Be careful on the road!” old father's message.

“We'll just go home, Mom! Capek!” satirize Bu Jefri with a ketus.

“Loh, he said he wanted to go to the hospital? Why, even ask to go home?” reply Mr. Jefri.

“Didn't Mas Jefri himself say that his clock is no longer there. And, Mas also still gesempe-pempein buy goods not important like that!!” namel Bu Jefri.

Revan was silent to see the two adults arguing. It is just a child who should not interfere in the affairs of adults.

“What? This cigarette you say is not important? This is the most important thing, Dik!” reply Mr. Jefri.

“What's important about this cigarette, Mas? Make you sicker, yes! Anyway, I don't like it when you smoke anymore. Point!” ma'am Jefri replied in a louder voice.

The old shopkeeper could only look at the two of them from his shop. But, in his heart he was prepared if Mr. Jefri returned his cigarette.

“Cuba heard my explanation first, Dik!” said Mr. Jefri with a high tone.

“Cat tai explanation? Anyway if you preach about cigarettes, it doesn't get into my mind, Mas. I've hated that bastard since my father died of throat cancer. You know that, right?” ma'am Jefri replied with tears.

“Dik, you don't get emotional just yet! You remember my High School friend Mamat, right?” said mr. Jefri.

“Iya. Your friend who was like an ashtray walked that, right? Never disconnected from cigarettes. Wh why? She's the one who influenced you to smoke again?” bu Jefri Protest.

“Not, Dik. He is now a security guard at the regional hospital where Mr Ade is being treated. This cigarette is not for the mas, but to be given to the Mamat. Kan, not good, brother. Ask for permission to visit at the current hour, without giving anything?” said Mr. Jefri with a flat tone.

“Oooo .. So that cigarette is not for Mas?” ask Bu Jefri again.

“Yes is not, Dik. Since my father's departure, have you promised not to smoke anymore? No way mas break the promise of their own,” replied Mr. Jefri seriously.

“Thank God then. Mas Jefri did not say it first!” ma'am Jefri answered while wiping away her tears that were flowing in vain.

“You are also from Nyerocos only,” replied Mr. Jefri.

“Mas did not immediately say,” reply Bu Jefri.

“Ayo sudh we leave!” mr. Jefri replied because he knew that the word 'sorry' would never come out of a woman's mouth.

Bu Jefri and Revan finally got on the bike again and they prepared to continue the journey. Suddenly there was a siren sound from the opposite direction.

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“Loh, how are there ambulance cars and police, brother? Where are they going?” ask Mr. Jefri to his wife.

“Come, Mas. There may be an accident,” replied Bu Jefri.

“My feeling isn't good huh, Dik?” said mr. Jefri.

“Hopefully nothing happens, Mas!” said Ms. Jefri.

“Aamiiin ...,” replied Mr. Jefri.

The three of them also went to the hospital with a witness by the old father of the shopkeeper who had also listened to their conversation.

“Basic of young people! Little quarrel. It's better! Just like a little kid. Yeah, but his name is young too. It's natural like that!” said old man.

“What's up, sir? There are people buying, tah?” the voice of an old mother from the direction of the kitchen led to the part of the shop.

“Neg, Mom. Just now there are buying people continue to fight in front of our store, but it was better again,” replied the old man with his chauffeur.

“Ngapain Father is in their business? It doesn't matter, anyway! No, the crackers in the kitchen haven't been silenced yet! I'm tired of frying it. Not to mention I was also washing a pile of dirty clothes. You even feel good about people's business! Let me now take care of the shop. Replace Father who wraps crackers in the kitchen! Beware, if it reaches mercy, ntar cigarette ration Father I cut!” the old mother's nagging to her husband.

"If the ration of the father's cigarette is reduced, the father can not be excited, Mom, give rations to Mom," replied the old man.

"Let's not circumcision if you're not excited!" protest the old mother again.

"Ampuuun, Ma!" the old man shouted while holding his bird cage.

"Yes there whose spirit wraps its crackers. Ntar, I give you two packs of cigarettes when finished," replied the old mother who is a native of the region.

“I-iya, Mom, Beres!!!” the old man said with great enthusiasm.

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