MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 1 SECOND SEASON: NEW NEIGHBOR
That afternoon I was sitting at home watching a television show. Suddenly I heard the front door being knocked by someone from outside.
"Who's playing home this afternoon? If Nur, my son, feels impossible, my husband is also impossible, because they are used to opening the door themselves without having to knock first?" I wondered in my heart.
I walked closer to the door. The sound of that knocking was no longer heard.
"Well, how come you don't hear the beat anymore? Couldn't it just be the work of a prank neighbor's son? But, I don't think there's been a neighbor's son all this time." I'm asking more and more.
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I was very surprised because the knocking sound on the door leaf was again heard when I was very close to the door leaf. I opened the door to see who had just knocked on it from the outside.
"Assynolt,"
"Wa-a-laikumsalam,"
I saw a beautiful woman standing behind the door.
"Sorry, can I help you?" I asked the long haired woman.
"Eh, Ma. My name is Clara. Earlier I wanted to apologize because this afternoon has disrupted the break. I just contracted the RW sir's house in front" the woman replied.
"Oah, monggo please go inside! It's not good to talk at the door like this" I replied, inviting the younger woman to come in. And that woman named Clara came into my house. I had a glance at the house of Mr. RW who was right in front of my house. The house has not been occupied by Mr. RW for a long time because Mr. RW built a new house located not far from the old house, only one alley difference.
Before coming inside, I saw in front of Mr. RW's house there was a small child sitting casually in front of the house Mr. RW. That boy must be Clara's baby.
"Please sit down, Sister Clara!" I told my new neighbor.
"Thank you, Ma'am. By the way just call Clara, Ma'am. It's not good to be called 'Mbak' by Mbak. It felt so strange," Clara replied with a timid expression. I understand that because at an age, he is about five or eight years younger than me.
I sat in the chair in front of Clara.
"Oh yes, introduce my name Sinta. Clara, where were you staying?" my word.
"Hm ... I was in-laws before, Ma'am," replied Clara.
"Ooo ... If you may know, Clara's house-in-law is in what area?" manya curious.
"That's a lot, Ma'am. Near the market" Clara replied.
..."Why did you choose to contract now? Must want to live independently, huh?" My kepo's soul squirms....
"Eh ... Not so, Sinta. I was actually at home living in-laws, but .." replied Clara stammeringly.
"No need to answer my question just now if it is personal. I understand because before living here, my husband and I also had time to move around," cut me off from feeling bad about Clara's suddenly changed facial expression when I asked that question.
"It's okay, Ma'am. Next time I tell you. Oh yes, my arrival to Sinta's house because I want to borrow a broom. It just so happened that during the transfer, I did not have time to buy a broom on the way," said Clara later.
"Oh, I'll get you the broom first, okay? Aren't you the same kemoceng?" I said as I walked towards the middle room to pick up a broom.
"Yes already, Ma'am. It just so happens that I haven't bought a pot either" Clara replied.
"Clar!!!" call me while looking around the room, but I don't see the nose of the beautiful woman.
There was suspicion and a no-no analysis in my mind of the woman's appearance.
"Oh my God, lest Clara be a member of a herd of criminals who will rob me or perhaps she is.", I thought inwardly while still circulating my gaze in search of Clara's whereabouts.
Suddenly I saw Clara walking quickly from the direction of Mr. RW's house to my house.
"Sorry, Ma'am. I just left without excuse. My son suddenly cried because I was living alone on the porch" replied the woman who walked into my house while leading her son who was about seven years old. His son was seen wiping away the remains of his tears.
"Oh, I was confused because you suddenly disappeared. Whoa, how big is it still crying, Le? Long-lived with mom, huh?" I said while teasing her son Clara not to cry anymore.
"So Riki was afraid of Bude because Riki's hand was held by the grandmother" the little boy replied innocently.
"Whose grandmother, Le?" manya curious.
"Hus! Can't say macem-macem with Bude. No need to mention Riki, Ma'am. He does that a lot" said Clara.
"It's okay, Clara. His name is also children. Oh yeah, here's the broom and the duster. Riki wants to play here first with bude, huh?" I said while giving a broom and a duster to Clara. Clara took it from me.
"No need to rush back the broom because I still have a spare" I said.
"Thank you very much, Ma'am!" answer Clara.
"Mr. Here I have a little cake for Sinta. Please accept, yes!" clara said again.
"Well, thank you very much, yes," I replied.
"I want to go home first, Mom. Let the house be clean soon, so we can sleep well later tonight" Clara said.
"Yes, already. Do I need to help?" ask pleasantries.
"Ah, don't you. I can do it myself" replied Clara.
Clara was saying goodbye and I went into the house to continue watching television again while enjoying the cake that Clara brought.
It does not feel the sun has been leaning more and more towards the western horizon. The time has come for me to end the television show and continue by getting ready to perform Magrib prayers. Before heading to the bathroom for the shelter, I intended to close the front door. However, when I was about to close the door, I could see there was a grandmother with gray hair sitting on a chair in front of the house Mr. RW. My hair suddenly goosebumps looking at the face of the grandmother who is expressionless.
"Who is that old grandma? Is that Clara's mother? Why didn't Clara tell me that she also brought her mother to live with her? But why was the granny's eyes blank?" I thought in my heart.
Not wanting to be too late in my raging thoughts, I immediately closed the door and locked it from the inside. I immediately walked to the bathroom. However, just a few steps I walked, suddenly the door leaf behind me was knocking rather loudly.
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