MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 58: URUNG

Ms. Nisa returned from the hospital canteen with Mr. Jefri and Ms. Jefri. Ms. Nisa has agreed to inform Mr. Dimas of his death to Mr. Ade after Mr. Ade had breakfast and taken medication. The three of them arrived at Mr. Ade's room a few minutes after Ms. Dimas and Niko left the room to pick up Mr. Dimas' body in the mortuary room to be buried in Pomegranate hamlet.

“Ibuuuu!” Revan ran and hugged his mother.

“To where have you been, Dik? How, for so long? I got down to walk with an infusion bottle for chasing Revan who suddenly went outside the room,” said Mr. Ade.

“Oh yes? Why are you out there, Revan? Did you remind you not to go anywhere in the hospital? It's okay but, right?” said Ms. Nisa while trying to check her husband's physical condition.

“Revan out for seeing Bude, Bu,” Revan replied plainly.

“Oh yes? Where is Bude now?” sahut Bu Nisa was shocked by her son's answer.

Mr. Jefri and Ms. Jefri were also surprised to hear Revan's confession.

“I'm not okay. Ms. Dimas just stopped by here for a while because she didn't come alone. He was accompanied by two policemen,” replied Mr. Ade kalem.

“Oh yes?” Bu Ade was shocked when Mr. Ade mentioned that there were two police officers who were with the woman. She suspected her husband had learned about Mr. Dimas' death with the two policemen.

“Iya. I almost had a fight with the two policemen,” replied Mr. Ade again.

“Why can that be, Mas? Did they create a problem with Mas?” asked Ms. Nisa because she was worried that her husband had a fight because he could not believe the news of Mr. Dimas' death from the two policemen. Because he believes the two policemen are the ones who dared to tell about Mr. Dimas' death. If Bu Dimas could not have dared to divulge it after being told by Mr. Jefri last night.

“The police claimed to be the person who owned the rented house that was once occupied by Mr. Dimas and his family. You know for yourself, right, how cruel the owner of the contract was to drive Mr. Dimas out of the family? Thankfully there are both of us. Otherwise, my best friend would have been stuck on the road with his family,” replied Mr. Ade while shedding tears.

Ms. Nisa and her two neighbors pay close attention to what Mr. Ade has to say. They want to ascertain whether Mr. Ade has known information about Mr. Dimas' death or not.

Mr. Ade continued his talk.

“That Dimas pad is not only a friend to me, but it has exceeded my brother. If anyone dares to hurt Mr. Dimas then it will confront me. Fortunately, Ms. Dimas himself said that the police did not turn them away. The police officer was very well connected to Mr. Dimas' family. The one who kicked them out was the police's stepfather. His stepfather accidentally kicked Mr Dimas' family out of town when the police went. Duh, if you remember the same person it feels like I want to tear his mouth,” said Mr. Ade with full emotion.

“Propay, Mom! It happened a long time ago. We helped them, Mom. We must take care of Miss Dimas and Niko,”, said Bu Nisa while shedding tears as she suddenly remembered the fate of their family.

“You're crying, Dik?” ask Mr. Ade.

Bu Nisa hurriedly wiped away her tears that had accidentally fallen.

“Nothing, Mas. I only remember the incident of their expulsion that day,” replied Bu Nisa again lying.

“Iya, Dik's. While still working together at the Barantah Antah Cooperative, Mr. Dimas always helped me with pleasure. Know for yourself, Dik, I would at least want complicated with customers. At the time, I had no other job but there. Mr. Dimas is the only friend who wants to support me so I can gather little by little savings to open my own CV. You remember, right?” Mr. Ade told me a long story.

“Iya, Mas. Mr. Dimas is indeed a very valuable person for us,” replied Bu Nisa with tears that are increasingly unstoppable.

“Duh, how come we even so meme-menye like this, huh? Sorry yes, Mr. Jefri ... Ms Jefri ... Already, Sister. You wipe away your tears! Shame on both of them,” said Mr. Ade while throwing a smile to Mr. Jefri and his wife.

“I-iya, Mas,” said Bu Nisa who still can not stem her tears. At this time she felt very sad because her husband did not know the news of Mr. Dimas' death. And what made her sadder was that she was even more afraid to tell her husband the truth.

“Nothing, Mr. Ade. His name is also friend. Naturally, Mr. Ade and Ms. Nisa to this extent if they remember the incident,” said Ms. Jefri after hastily removing her tears that also dripped when she saw Mr. Dimas' friend in front of her was not aware of Mr. Dimas' death.

“Loh, Bu Jefri crying, yes?” ask Mr. Ade.

Bu Jefri could only gawk at such remarks from Mr. Ade.

“Bu Jefri like that, Mas. Can not see the cry little,” cut Bu Nisa trying to save the confusion Bu Jefri.

Ms. Jefri could only smile at Mr. Ade. He was glad to have been saved by Miss Nisa.

“We have breakfast first, yuk!” bring Mr. Jefri.

“What food do you buy?” ask Mr. Ade.

“Nasi pecel, Mr. Ade,” replied Mr. Jefri.

“I just have breakfast rice pecel, huh? Males eat rice rations continue,” said Mr. Ade.

“Loh, he said he wanted to heal quickly, Mas. The pecel rice has its nuts. Even his wounds gaal how?” protested Bu Nisa whose eyes are swollen now.

“I'm asking for a little yes, Dik. You know I like rice pecel the most?” rayu Pak Ade's.

“OK. But slightly. Ntar eat rice rations only!” sahut Bu Nisa firmly.

“Iya, deh,” Pak Ade replied.

“Duh, gini nih if sick. There is good food even can not be eaten,” grumbled Mr. Ade.

“Already, do not have to complain much. If it is healed, ntar do not buy pecel rice with each wagon all” replied Bu Nisa.

Mr. Ade could only frown while forcing himself to swallow the rice rations so that he could take the medicine afterwards.

After taking the medicine given by the nurse, Mr. Ade again felt sleepy and fell asleep. Mr. Dimas's body is still in the coronation room because it is still being taken care of by his letters. Mr. Jefri and Ms. Jefri plan to return home and accompany Ms. Dimas to escort her husband's body.

“Bu Nisa's. We permit a break first, yes?” ma'am Jefri said to Ms. Nisa.

“Loh! Where are you going?” asked Bu Nisa to mince words because she also did not feel too much trouble for the couple.

“We want to go home now. God willing tomorrow we will be here again,” replied Ms. Jefri.

“Revan to stay here, Mrs Jefri. Tomorrow, please bring Revan's clothes. It's the house and room key,” Bu Nisa's message to Bu Jefri.

“Iya, Mom. God willing. Is there anything else to say? We are still not home,” asked Bu Jefri.

Miss Nisa turned to her husband who seemed to have fallen asleep.

“Titip greetings to Bu Dimas. Sorry I did not take the body of Mr. Dimas to the tomb,” said Bu Nisa in a deliberately delayed voice, but his voice was quite clearly heard in Mr. Ade's ear if the man was not asleep.

Ms. Jefri nodded at the commission and prepared to leave the room before she and Mr. Jefri were surprised that Mr. Ade suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ms. Nisa with anger.

“What did you say just now, Dik?” ask Mr. Ade to Ms. Nisa.

Ms. Nisa looked back and was surprised to find her husband had not fallen asleep.

“M-m-maaaaas!!” said Ms. Nisa with a stammering voice.

“Try to repeat your words just now, Dik!” said Mr. Ade once again.

The three people in front of Pak Ade and Revan were dumbfounded instantly at that moment. By looking at Mr. Ade's expression at the time, they were already convinced that the man had heard what his wife had just said, but he just wanted to make sure that what he heard was not wrong.

“M-m-mas ... Forgive us!” ms. Nisa answered while hugging her husband.

Bu Nisa's cry broke just then in her husband's arms. Mr. Ade's body at that time also shook violently without being controlled. His emotions overflowed instantly when he realized that what he had just heard was true.

“Where is Mr Dimas, Dik? I heard wrong, right? Not true, is it, Mr Dimas is dead?” said Mr. Ade with a tone full of emotion.

Revan hugged his father because he could not bear to see his sick father feel such a deep sadness. Mr. Jefri and Bu Jefri also joined in. They both tried to calm Mr. Ade who was very sad at that time.

“Pak Dimas died last night, Mas ..” said Bu Nisa can no longer cover up the secret from her husband.

“Pak Dimas died why, Dik? Yesterday he still accompanied the mas here?” shouted Mr. Ade in a weak voice.

“Pak Dimas died over dose, Mas!”

“Yes God! Mr Dimas!!!!” mr. Ade's tears broke at that moment.

The three of them hugged tightly to be witnessed by Mr. Jefri and his wife who could not control their grief as well. The sound of their cries reached the nurse's room. Some nurses got into Mr. Ade's room to make sure that Mr. Ade was okay. Doctor Marni intervened to keep Mr. Ade in condition because the man forced to see Mr. Dimas' body for the last time. Initially, Mr. Dimas' request was rejected by all hospital officials, but because Mr. Ade forced it finally allowed, but later after the body of Mr. Dimas passed in front of Mr. Ade's room. Mr. Ade also agreed to that.

At about eleven o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Dimas' body was removed from the observation room. Ms. Dimas and Niko cried bitterly when they saw Mr. Dimas' body. The heartwarming atmosphere occurred when Mr. Ade opened the curtain on the face of Mr. Dimas's corpse.

“Pak Dimaaaaaas!!” yelled Mr. Ade helpless to hold his sadness when he saw the body of his friend.

Everyone who was there also cried watching the cry of a man who lost his best friend. Doctors and nurses shed tears at the time. After about five minutes, Marni's doctor finally pulled Mr. Ade's body and told the officer to bring Mr. Dimas' body away from the hospital. Mr. Ade was taken to the room to rest again. After checking Mr. Ade's condition, Marni's doctor again injected sleeping pills into Pak Ade's infusion bottle so that Mr. Ade could return to rest.

Meanwhile, Bu Nisa hugged the bodies of Bu Dimas and Niko in front of Mr. Ade's room.

“That's patient yes, Ma'am ... Niko ... I will always be there for you both ..” said Ms. Nisa with tears in her eyes.

“Thank you, Ma'am ..” replied Ms. Dimas too with sobbing tears.

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