MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 63: FEAR

Twelve o'clock in the afternoon, the morning visiting hours of the area hospital were again closed. Visitors leave the patient room one by one. There are only naughty visitors who do not want fairies before being chased out by security guards or health workers. At that time usually the doctor or nurse told the patient to eat lunch and take the medicine.

Mr. Ade has just been visited by some of his men who want to see the development of his condition. After the men left, Mr. Ade looked dreamy. Revan who was playing on top of his dip was not noticed by Mr. Ade. Miss Nisa who saw the unusual gurgle from her husband was immediately reprimanded her husband.

“Mas, how come daydreaming? Revan play by himself!” said Ms. Nisa while holding the left shoulder of Mr. Ade from behind.

“Eh, yes, Dik? What's up?” sahut Pak Ade was surprised by his wife's sudden greeting.

“What are you doing again? What are you thinking, Mas?” Miss Nisa repeated her words.

Mr. Ade turned his body around and he fell asleep. It appears that the man's chest expands and deflates to the extreme a sign that he is taking a deep breath. After that Mr. Ade also said in a weak tone.

“Dik, can we leave this hospital today?” ask Mr. Ade.

Bu Nisa seemed to frown upon hearing Mr. Ade's question which was quite surprising to her.

“Why did you suddenly ask that? Kan, Mas has heard from Marni's doctor himself that Mas can only go home as soon as tomorrow afternoon? Mas condition today is still not possible to go home,” replied Bu Nisa with intonation really guarded so that Mr. Ade trust him.

“My feelings aren't good, brother. Besides my condition is better, kok!” replied Mr. Ade with a slightly pushy expression.

“It was just Mas's feeling. It's so good here the atmosphere. Maybe this is all because Mas is still shocked by the departure of Mr. Dimas. We are all in mourning, my mother. But, their health is also important. Hence the treatment of Mas must be completely completed,” reply Bu Nisa.

“No, Dik. This is not just Mr. Dimas' problem. It's my own life problem. Mas is afraid of anything happening with mas,” Pak Ade replied a little.

“Life problems? I don't understand what I just said? If Mas forced to go home and it turns out that Mas's wound has an infection, it's the only thing that can endanger Mas Ade's life,” replied Bu Nisa with confused eyes.

“It's not so, Dik. Ah, nevermind! Also explained Dik Nisa will not understand,” replied Mr. Ade.

“What does this have to do with the deaths of Mr Hartono and Mr Dimas?” todong Bu Nisa with serious eyes.

Mr. Ade was reminded of his dream last night. The man didn't want his nightmare last night to come true. The man also recalled the deaths of his two best friends that occurred in a row.

“Sign Up, Dik. What is clear is that the death of both of them hit my soul and my feelings. You know for yourself, right? How close am I to the two of them? I'm already uncomfortable being here, Dik,” replied Mr. Ade in a weak tone.

“Mas used to be at home one day here, huh? We can go home tomorrow! Anyway Mas should hang in here first until tomorrow!” said Ms. Nisa with a firm tone.

Mr. Ade was no longer able to force his wife. He knows what his wife is like. If you have said ‘A’ then all you have to do is ‘A’ and vice versa. But at that time the man also could not ignore his fear of death.

“Alright, Brother, if that is your decision, but let me contact someone,” replied Mr. Ade.

“Mas want to contact whom?” asked Bu Nisa with curiosity.

“Friends, Dik,” replied Mr. Ade while sticking out his hand to get a Mobile from his wife.

Miss Nisa had no other choice at that time. She had to obey her husband to hold the cell phone that she actually wanted to limit from her husband. She was afraid that her husband would concentrate on mobile phones and lack of rest.

“This Is Your Phone. But, remember! Use it to call your friend that's it! Not for business or playing games let alone online gambling!” message Miss Nisa.

“Iya .. Yes, Dik! Bawel very, anyway!” gerutu Pak Ade's.

“You What phone is not? If not, yes already!” threaten Miss Nisa.

“Yes, want!” answer Mr. Ade.

“Well, so dong!” reply Miss Nisa.

After receiving a cellphone from his wife, Mr. Ade also rose from his sleep. He also rested his back on the pillow which he stacked rather high. After that Mr. Ade also tried to make a call on someone.

“Halo, your tumben contacted me, De? Kirain has thrown away my number?” a man's voice from across the phone.

“It's not so, Jat! I was busy with my business affairs all this time,” replied Mr. Ade.

“If you're busy why still call me? There, you take care of your business and forget about me! Delete my number from your contact list!” tell that guy with a sniff.

“No, Jat! I can't erase your number, Jat! Who else can help me now if not you?” sahut Pak Ade's.

“Oooo so you're in trouble now, so remember me? Wh why?You want to die, huh? If you want to die just remember me,” the nagging friend Pak Ade.

“I am now in the regional hospital, Jat. You should come here today, Jat!” replied Mr. Ade with a whine.

“Why did you get into the hospital? Don't you this is a quality! Adeeeee ... Adeeeee .. you have always been this way. Happy turn you don't remember me. Hard turn just remember me,” replied the man.

“Plis, Jat .. You're here now, huh? If not here now, maybe you can not see me again,” replied Mr. Ade with a whine.

“Damn it! You also throw that whining, Ade! You know I'm not the same person let alone the friend. Ah, stupid me! I should have blocked your number from my contact list so I wouldn't have to deal with parasites like you, ” the man scolded again.

“It's up to you to say what's the same with me, the important thing is now that you have to come here!” sahut Pak Ade with a happy expression while closing his call.

Mr. Ade already knew very well what Jatmiko, his childhood friend, was like. Jatmiko would never bear it. He was sure that for one hour Jatmiko would have come to the hospital.

“Jatmiko, forgive my selfishness all this time, huh? You know I've been too busy with my business and my family so I don't have time to talk to you. Also, ask who are you not married to? How many times have I introduced you to women. Starting from the young to the widowed, you reject everything on the grounds that your mother does not agree. The one who wants to get married is you or your mother, Jat? If you're married I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to get together because your wife will be able to be friends with Nisa. Ah, I'm tired of messing with you. Anyway you came here first to help me. Only you can help me now, Jatmiko. I don't die silly like my two friends.” Mr. Ade spoke in the heart

“Who did you contact just now, Mas?” ask Miss Nisa.

“Jatmiko, Dik!” sahut Pak Ade's.

“Oh ... Your weird friend is it?” ask Miss Nisa.

“How do you say that, brother? He is my little friend. I lived in a village with him at the time. My mother and mother were friends at the time. Besides Jatmiko you know for yourself, she helps me a lot. Especially business competition affairs,” replied Mr. Ade.

“Iya, I know he did help us from the witchcraft sent by our business rivals. But, I think he still looks weird, Mom? Why did you invite him here? Does Mas need his spiritual ability to treat Mas's wounds? Remember the tablets, Mas. Mas Ade's a medical illness not a mental illness. He he he ...,” by Bu Nisa.

“Damn you, Dik! That's not the concept. Nevermind! It's my business with Jatmiko. The important thing is I don't ask to go home now, right?” mr Ade Protest.

“Ya. But, if your friend comes, I'll let you go first, yeah?” said Ms. Nisa.

“Loh, why do you want to go, brother? Yes, you stay here!” answer Mr. Ade.

“No, Mas. Ntar I am tickled myself if your friend was talking strangely about his vision,” replied Bu Nisa.

“Ya already, That's up to you. Anyway you ready to drink and cake for Jatmiko,” Pak Ade replied calmly because he did not have to worry that his conversation with Jatmiko would later be heard by his wife.

“Ya already, then now Mas lunch and drink medicine first to recover quickly!” said Ms. Nisa while preparing medicine and food for her husband.

“Alright, Dik!” mr. Ade replied with a calmer feeling than before.

Mr. Ade also consumed food and medicine given by Ms. Nisa. Half an hour later, Mr. Ade felt sleepy because he waited too long for his friend to arrive. He also fell asleep soundly guarded by Miss Nisa.

When Ms. Nisa looked after her husband, Ms. Nisa looked at Mr. Ade's sleeping face. The woman was busy thinking about what exactly her husband was worrying about at the time.

“Mas, what do you think? Are you scared to be here? Especially after you heard of Mr. Dimas' death. Is there something you're hiding from me, Mom? Are you afraid of death as well as Mr. Hartono and Mr. Dimas? Why should you be afraid, my friend? Isn't the death of your two friends natural? Mr. Hartono died in an accident and Mr. Dimas died of an overdose. Hm ... Or do not-don't .. Are they both killed by the ghost of Laras? Ah, it's impossible! Ghosts are just for nakutin! As Laras had done to me at that time.Yes, perhaps Laras was angry with me because I was happy to talk about his ugliness. But Mr. Hartono and Mr. Dimas never once talked about the ugliness of Laras. The Barrel Period scares the two of them too? No lah! That's very unlikely. Especially Ade himself busy people. There was no time to talk about the ugliness of the neighbors and Mas also never actively communicated during his life with Laras. It is not possible that Mas Ade is afraid of being disturbed by the ghosts of Laras. But, in fact Mas Ade fell in the kitchen because he was too afraid of the ghosts of Laras. Though his clothes were covered with doorknobs dikirain held Laras. Loh, I'm thinking Laras? I was scared again. Where the hospital at this hour is deserted. Hiiiiii ..,” Bu Nisa said to herself.

Just as the woman was thinking about Laras, she suddenly heard the sound of the door being knocked from outside.

“Who?” shouted Bu Nisa calling the person who was outside her room.

No one's saying. Miss Nisa left the chair and walked towards the entrance. Once at the entrance, he called out once more to the person outside the room.

“Who?” screamed once more.

Because there is no guarantee, Miss Nisa also peeked through a small glass window located in one part of the door. And how shocked the woman was after seeing a wrinkled face suddenly appear right in front of Bu Nisa's face. Both are limited only by translucent glass.

“Yes Lord!” peekkik Bu Nisa's.

“It's me, Ma'am!” said Jatmiko who was next to the old grandmother and replaced the old grandmother's position was in a small window in one of the door leaves.

“You, Mas Jatmiko!” ma'am Nisa replied while opening the room door.

Ms. Nisa immediately greeted Jatmiko and the old nenenk next to her.

“This is my mother, Ma'am,” said Jatmiko.

“Yes, Mas Jatmiko. I apologize for my shock just now,” replied Miss Nisa.

“I asked maa, son, because it has made you shocked. I knew I was old, so her face was no longer beautiful. Even like a demon,” said the old grandmother.

“Neither, Mom. I am too parnoan. Monggo come in first! We'll talk inside!” said Ms. Nisa while telling the two people to go into the room.

“Thank you, Ma'am. Ade's on break, huh?” ask Jatmiko.

“Iya. Mas. But, it will soon wake up if you hear the voice of Mas Jatmiko. He has been waiting for the arrival of Mas Jatmiko since then until he fell asleep,” replied Bu Nisa.

“You go in first, Jat! Let me do the ritual on this door first!” said the old grandmother.

Miss Nisa who had been feeling strange with Jatmiko again felt uncomfortable with the words of her mother Jatmiko.

“Ah, no mother is not a child just as strange. He he he ..” said Bu Nisa to herself while walking inside with Jatmiko.

“If you don't know it's better to be quiet, Nduk!” Suddenly the old grandmother spoke to Nisa.

“What, Mom?” mrs Nisa asked the old grandmother.

The old grandmother did not speak to Ms. Nisa. He walked to the door and there. Jatmiko immediately pulled Bu Nisa's arm to enter. Miss Nisa was astonished by herself at that moment. He began to think that the old grandmother had heard what she was thinking in her heart just now.

“Can the old grandma hear what I just thought?”

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