MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 78: NIGHTMARES
Miss Dewi that night entered her room earlier than usual because Panji had slept earlier. In addition, the presence of Minul and Jamila at his house this afternoon was very helpful for his task to clean up. The woman hoped the two women would come again tomorrow afternoon so that she would not be as tired as the days before their arrival. Moreover, on the last day of the salvation to pray for Laras.
“Minul and Jamila are two unique female figures. Especially in terms of fashion. The taste of the two is indeed very much different in terms of dress art. Jamila likes to wear casual and simple clothes in accordance with her calm personality. While Minul ... hem ... although a bit tacky, anyway. But, somehow Minul looks different and very high in his confidence. Hm ... As if my ideals to have a boutique or fashion store in this village is achieved, like two people I will make the mascot. Hopefully they will ...” Madam Dewi secretly observed the two women's different fathers and different mothers.
At about eight o'clock in the night, Miss Dewi fell asleep with her son Panji. When the woman fell asleep, Miss Dewi dreamed of something.
Mom Dewi then suddenly was in a place with a Panji. The pennant has been crying ever since and won't stop crying. Bu Dewi thought that at that time Panji was thirsty, then is checking his luggage. There was no milk she brought.
“Loh, why did I go not to bring milk for Panji?”
Miss Dewi also checked the situation around to find a place where she could buy milk for Panji. But, in that place it was quiet once and the wind was quite strong. The sound of the pounding of the sayup-dyed obak was heard in the ears of the Goddess Mother.
“I where is this so quiet? Looks like I'm in the coastal area. But where did the people around here go? I had to shop around to find a store that sold milk.”
Madam Dewi also walked following the path in front of her. After he walked far enough, he finally saw someone who was milling in the street. He hurriedly came to the man.
“Mas, here's a place that sells milk for young children where?” ask the Goddess.
“Duh, if there are no such shops here, ma'am. There is a small shop but only sells sachetan milk,” replied the person.
“Then to the place that sells milk for my child this is about butu how long?” ask the Goddess.
“It takes two ages. But, the citizens here are there gawe so there can't be anyone who wants to take mom there. The mother's child's pity seems to have been very thirsty. If I think just give the sachetan milk first. Tomorrow morning there will be a motorcycle taxi that can take the capital to the city,” replied the person.
Madam Dewi was shocked to hear the person's answer, but she had no choice.
“Alright, Mas. Where should I walk to get to the shop?” ask the Goddess.
“Mother just follow this path. The warehouse is on the left side of the road, right in front of the person who has the gawe,” replied the young man.
“Thank you, Mas,” replied Miss Dewi.
“Sama-Sama, Ma,” replied the man while staring at the departure of Bu Dewi with a mysterious smile.
Miss Dewi also continued to walk following the direction of the man while holding a Panji that continued to cry.
“Cup ... cup .. Child. The milk is coming soon. Patience, yes!” said the Goddess trying to calm her adopted child.
After walking for approximately ten minutes, there arrived Bu Dewi at the stall that the young man was referring to. Sure enough, across the street the stall was a lot of people holding a party. It seems like all the villagers are gathered there. Bu Dewi hurriedly walked to the left towards the stall that sold the various needs of the villagers.
“Anu, Grandma. Is there milk here?” asked Bu Dewi while looking at the figure of the old woman.
Lady Dewi felt like she had met the old woman, but she forgot.
“Have we met before, Grandma?” ask the Goddess.
“Hm ... I've never been anywhere, Nduk. Maybe you are wrong,” replied the old grandmother while thrusting some milk sachets to Miss Dewi.
“I really feel like we've met before, huh?” sahut Bu Dewi while looking for money in his bag.
“It's normal, Nduk. Everyone must have felt it. The milk does not need to be paid. Consider it an introductory gift from me,” replied the old Grandma.
“But, Grandma?” sahut Bu Dewi's.
“Quick make milk for your child before it's too late! You will take your son to watch the show ahead!” replied the old grandmother.
“I want to go home now, Grandma!” sahut Bu Dewi's.
“Can't, Nduk! No one can take you while the show is not over,” replied the old grandmother before entering her house.
Even the Goddess could not say anything more. Moreover, Panji was getting louder with thirst. Miss Dewi also hurriedly took out a Panji milk bottle and made a drink for her adopted child. The banner greedily drank the milk made by Bu Dewi. Two bottles were spent at once by Panji.
“Im sorry mommy yes, son! May you be well after drinking this sachet milk. Tomorrow I will take you home from this place,” said Miss Dewi to Panji.
After drinking the milk, Panji calmed down. For some reason, Miss Dewi was curious to watch the show in front of the stall. Moreover, when the people who crowded in place people had such a wish suddenly stared at Bu Dewi.
“Why did they see me? Is it because I'm a stranger here, huh?” thought the Goddess.
Bu Dewi actually felt uncomfortable to be noticed like that, but somehow he really wanted to see what was in the crowd that the sound of gamelan music was heard from that distance. Out of curiosity, Bu Dewi also stepped towards where people had that wish step by step. The people who crowded in the place as commanded, they gave space for the Goddess Mother to flick the crowd. Like being hit by hypnosis, Miss Dewi while carrying Panji walked continuously to bring the crowd and how shocked the Goddess Bu when she saw a couple of brides standing together in a quade. Her bride was Laras, while her groom was Mr. Herman, her own husband.
“Mas Her-maaaan!!!! Laaa-raaaaas!!!” screeched the Goddess Mother with a broken feeling.
The Goddess Mother lost her power at that very moment.
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