MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 90: WELCOME

Jatmiko emerged from the house welcoming the arrival of Bu Nisa and Mr. Ade.

“Sorry, we both just finished doing a little ritual inside. So, we do not open the door immediately once you come,” said Jatmiko in a weak tone.

“Iya, it's okay, Mas Jatmiko. We are sorry for interrupting the ritual you are doing,” Miss Nisa replied.

“Please enter! My mother has been waiting for you in the living room,” said Jatmiko.

“Iya. Once again thank you, Mas Jatmiko. If there is no Jatmiko mas and Ibu, I don't know if we don't know who to ask for help to again,” replied Bu Nisa.

“Not have to say that. I think of you as my own siblings. Ade, how are you? Have you recovered completely?” answer Jatmiko.

“But, Jat. But, my condition has been quiet compared to yesterday,” replied Mr. Ade.

“If you haven't recovered properly why did you force your way home from the hospital?” ask Jatmiko.

“You don't know or pretend not to know, Jat? That night my wife, me, and Revan almost died from fear of being visited by the ghost,” replied Jatmiko.

“Ha ha ha ... You're just afraid you're scared, De? How about tomorrow night when the efficacy of the winnows is gone after magrib?” jatmiko Goda.

“No need to joke you, Jat. Not only am I disturbed by the ghost, but also my wife and Revan,” replied Mr. Ade insistent.

“OK ... For this reason, my mother and I just did a ritual to fence this house so that tonight you three can rest in peace,” replied Jatmiko.

“Nah, so dong! That's a good friend. Instead of letting or making fun of his friend who was almost dying of fear,” replied Mr. Ade.

Jatmiko embraced her friend and led her into the house.

“Welcome to home our childhood memories, Ade!” jatmiko whiskey.

“Heh, you make me sad, Jat. I remember my late mother and your late father,” replied Mr. Ade.

“Iya, De. That time was really precious in my life. In the past, we often chased on the moor of Mr. Lurah, yes?” answer Jatmiko.

“Sore before going to teach at Baiturrohim Mosque we usually play first in the river. Now the mosque is no longer operational, huh?” ask Mr. Ade.

“Iya, De. At that time, it was actually rare for people to go to the mosque, huh? Lastly, the late father who always went there to worship and clean up. Once you are dead, no one will take care of you anymore. Yes, you know for yourself the people here the more rarely they come to the mosque,” replied Jatmiko.

“Including the two of us, huh? We go to the mosque because there is your late father who wants to teach us to teach. As soon as we get older, it's too bad to worship. He he he ...,” replied Mr. Ade.

“Iya, De. Moreover, my mother did not support me at all for a routine worship like my father. He was also less strict in dealing with his mother. Yes, the bigger I also the less I worship. Even now it is not at all,” replied Jatmiko.

“Jat, your face is not powered? You why?” ask Mr. Ade.

“View yes, De?” ask Jatmiko.

“Iya, Jat. Are you really having a problem?” ask Mr. Ade.

“Iya, De,” replied Jatmiko.

“What problems, ration?” ask Mr. Ade.

Mr. Ade invites Jatmiko to sit in the living room while Bu Nisa and Revan continue to enter the living room.

“Try you tell me your problem, Jat! Who knows if I can still help. Don't keep it yourself so there is no point in me as your friend,” said Mr. Ade.

“De, it turns out that I am not the biological child of my late father ..” said jatmiko in a sad tone.

“What, Jat? I didn't hear wrong, did I?” asked Mr. Ade enthusiastically.

“No, De.What you heard just now is indeed what happened. My mother yesterday told me that I am Ki santo's biological son,” replied Jatmiko.

“Ki Saint shaman sakti who died eaten by the crocodile?” ask Mr. Ade to make sure.

“Iya, right, Ade. Ki Santo his best friend Pak Kades Sukmo. And also at the same time my mother's ritual husband,” replied Jatmiko with an increasingly sad tone.

“Suami rituals? What is it, Jat? I don't understand what you're saying. As far as I know your mother's husband, your late father. The most religious person in this White Curah village,” Pak Ade replied in a firm tone.

“Don't hard, De. My mom will hear!” jatmiko Protest.

“Explain what a ritual husband is, Jat!” urged Mr. Ade.

“De, my mother .. I .. and Ki Santo is a descendant of Mbah Artomoyo who cannot marry just anyone. We can only marry fellow descendants of Artomoyo or descendants of Nyi Ayu Kembang whose birthday is the same as ours. If we insist on marrying someone else then there will be no offspring. That's why during marriage with my late father, my mother often miscarried. And at some point due to the insistence of the family of the Father, finally the mother secretly married Ki Santo in order to have children and the Father can live happily with his extended family,” said Jatmiko at length.

“Yes God ... You have patience, Jatmiko! It's hard for you, but what else?” answer Mr. Ade.

“Iya, De. As a child, I could not hate my mother. After all, I know my mother loved her late father very much. Hence he forced her to marry the late father despite the consequences of which she had to endure much suffering due to the consequences of her choice. That's also why my mother forbade me to get in touch with ordinary women. He is preparing a woman of Nyi Ayu Kembang descent who will be married to me,” replied Jatmiko.

“Wait, Jat! Nyi Ayu Kembang is not the owner of the tomb in Pomegranate hamlet, where I live?” ask Mr. Ade.

“Iya, right, De. That's the tomb of Nyi Ayu Kembang. After the residents in the White Curah village are many who refuse his presence, it is said that he migrated to the village of Curah Mekar. Precisely in the hamlet of Pomegranate,” replied Jatmiko.

“Yes God. The world's not as wide as moringa leaves, is it? Kupkir my move to Pomegranate hamlet is far from this White Curah village. It turns out that even the tomb of one of the ancestors here is in the hamlet of Pomegranate,” replied Mr. Ade.

“Iya, De. Actually between Nyi Ayu Kembang and Ki Artomoyo originally were two people who loved each other, De. But, they are hostile to each other due to differences in parental principles. Oh yeah, you know the famous Mbah Darmo tomb in this White Curah village, right?” ask jatmiko.

“Iya, Jat. Who does not know the tomb of Mbah Darmo. Many people have visited in the past to find healing there. What happened to Mbah Darmo's grave, Jat? Ask Mr. Ade.

“Mbah Darmo was the one who pitted the sheep between the Ki Artomoyo family and Nyi ayu Kembang. He who badmouthing the personality of Ki Artomoyo to the family of Nyi Ayu Kembang, whereas at that time Ki Artomoyo was trying to learn the science of religion brought by the family Nyi Ayu Kembang,” said Jatmiko.

“What's the reason Mbah Darmo did that?” ask Mr. Ade.

“Because Mbah Darmo knew that Nyi Ayu Kembang was born on the same day as Ki Artomoyo. He knew that if they married and had children, his son would be the most powerful person. Meanwhile, Mbah Darmo was eager to learn shamanic science from Ki Artomoyo's parents. With the failure of their marriage, Mbah Darmo can automatically become the most powerful person among the shamans,” replied Jatmiko.

“Ooooo ... tragically their lives, yes?” said Mr. Ade.

“Iya, De” replied Jatmiko.

”Ya already, Jat. Now you follow your mother. Hopefully later the candidate prepared by your mother is really beautiful and dear to you,” replied Mr. Ade.

“If pretty business is for sure, De. Because I saw him when I was fourteen,” replied Jatmiko.

“Oh yes? Tell me how you met that woman?” ask Mr. Ade.

“So, when I was a kid, my mother knew Ki Santo well. One day my mother took me to Ki Santo's house on the grounds that I would be introduced to someone. Yeah, I'm fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' shit. Arriving at Ki Santo's house, I was told to peek into the bathroom. I don't know why I was told to peek. I'm just following Ki Santo's orders. And it turns out that in the bathroom there was a kid my age taking a bath. Her man is so beautiful. Really, so beautiful I can't forget the face of that person until now,” replied Jatmiko.

“Waduh, how weird is that, huh? Childhood has been told to peek at people bathing? Or maybe it's part of a ritual performed against you?” said Mr. Ade.

“It looks like so, Jat. Because before peeking, I was bathed in flower water that smelled very fragrant. And I was in shock because the kid I peeked at knew I was peeping at him. I immediately ran away from the place in shame. Surprisingly, until this moment I could not forget the face of the boy. I just found out from my mom that that kid is the one I'm getting married to. My mother has also been looking for a place to live for the child,” replied Jatmiko.

”Means that kid is now the same age as you, huh?” ask Mr. Ade.

“Iya, De. But, I'm still expecting the kid, De. I love her so much,” replied Jatmiko.

“Iya, Jat. I also hope that you can get married soon and have children with your wife later. You are ready to have a special child, Jat?” ask Mr. Ade.

“Yes, that has been my consequence, De. Doesn't every choice have consequences?” ask Jatmiko.

“Jatmiko ... Ade ... Here!” jatmiko's mother shouted from the middle room.

Mr. Ade and Jatmiko did not delay the time to immediately walk towards the middle room. Jatmiko's mother was sitting facing south and to the left of the table was Nisa Ma. While Revan was playing a game on his mother's phone. The little boy did not care about what was spoken by the old grandmother who was commonly called the Grandmother Galuh.

Mr. Ade and Jatmiko have arrived in the living room.

“Sit!” granny Galuh's Order.

Mr. Ade and Jatmiko sat directly opposite Ms. Nisa.

“There's something I want to tell you?” said Grandma Galuh.

“What will Mom tell us?” sahut Pak Ade's.

“Nisa ... Ade ... Agate ... I and Jatmiko had fenced this house with the science of the spirit of Laras. So, starting later tonight, you three do not get out of this house if you do not want to be disturbed by Laras. I'm sure the spirit of that woman is already very angry with you!” granny Galuh.

“Iya, Mom. Thank you very much for your help,” replied Ms. Nisa.

“But, remember. This antidote only applies tonight. Tomorrow night wherever you go, the spirit of Laras will find you. Therefore, tomorrow .. I ... Jatmiko .. and Ki Santo .. will make an arrest against the spirit of Laras. And you Ade who will be the bait for Laras!” granny said firmly.

“Loh, Ki Santo is not dead, Mom?” asked Mr. Ade curiously.

“No, Ade. The one who died eaten by the crocodile was not Ki Santo, but someone else who was used as a substitute for Ki Santo. This was done to avoid attacks from people who have long been eyeing Ki Santo. Ki Santo who will lead the ritual of eliminating the spirit of Laras tomorrow. Are you ready?” ask Grandma Galuh.

“What should we do, Bu?” asked Mr. Ade curiously.

Galuh's grandmother was silent for a moment while looking at the faces of Mr. Ade and Ms. Nisa alternately.

“At the time of the dean Magrib reverberated from the next village, Nak Ade must already be on the altar welcoming the arrival of the spirit of Laras,” replied Granny Galuh.

“Above the altar? Where is it, Ma?” ask Mr. Ade.

“The altar is on a hill at the end of this village. Do you remember, De, a place that no one but the elders of this village should enter? That's where the altar is. And KI Santo also lives in that place,” replied Granny Galuh.

“If I go up the hill it means I won't be able to have any more children, Mom?” ask Mr. Ade.

“Which one did you choose? Dead or have children?” insist Granny Galuh.

“What about Revan, Mom? Does he have to go up there too?” ask Mr. Ade.

“If you guys ngin Revan spirit, yes Revan you must take it up the hill,” replied Granny Galuh.

“No! I don't want Revan to be barren for doing that ban!” cut off Bu Nisa because she does not want bad luck to befall her only child.

“Too risky if Revan is not brought up, Nisa!” replied Grandma Galuh.

“No, Mom. I don't want Revan to endure that for the rest of his life. Let it be, he stays down with me. Didn't Laras just want to kill Mas Ade?” answer Miss Nisa.

“You sure about it, Nisa?” ask Nek Galuh.

“I'm sure, Mom. Let me hide under that hill. Isn't there a store that was not used for a long time?” ask Miss Nisa.

“Alright, if that is your decision. Later, let me fence you two hideouts,” replied Granny Galuh.

“Thank you, Mom,” replied Bu Nisa.

“There is one other important thing that I want to tell you,” said Granny Galuh.

“What is it, Ma?” ask Jatmiko.

“Starting today you three do not have to shower let alone shampoo. Because it can strengthen the effect of spells and supernatural fences that I made with Jatmiko,” replied Granny Galuh.

“Revan too, Bu?” ask Miss Nisa.

“Including Revan” replied Granny Galuh.

“Duh, smell deh!” grouse Bu Nisa.

“Not to complain! You want to survive or die?” granny Galuh's Nagging.

“Iya, Mom. Sorry!” answer Miss Nisa.

“Ya. Now rest in peace. I saw you guys achieve it once. Calm, with the combination of yesterday's winnows and the occult fence of this house, the spirit of Laras will not be able to enter this house,” said Galuh Grandmother.

“Iya. Thank you very much, Mom. If you can know where we can rest?” ask Miss Nisa.

“Jatmiko! Take the three of them to his room!” said Grandma Galuh.

“Good, Mom!” answer Jatmiko.

Jatmiko took the three of them to the guest room located in the front of the house. Right next to the middle room.

“This is the room of the three of you! Please rest so that your energy quickly recovers!” said Mr. Ade.

“Thank you very much, Jatmiko,” Pak Ade replied.

“Sama-Sama,” replied the mature young man.

The three of them also changed clothes that did not make sultry because they could not bathe until tomorrow night.

“Mas, I am afraid of what will happen tomorrow night to us,” Bu Nisa told her husband.

“Quiet, Brother! I believe that Jatmiko and Jatmiko's mother can save us,” Ade replied.

“How about their calculation misses, Mas?” ask Miss Nisa.

“You're not legitimately thinking that far. Rest assured that we will all be safe,” replied Mr. Ade.

“Mas ...,” said Bu Nisa in a weak tone.

“What, Dik?” ask Mr. Ade.

“Pardon all my mistakes the same Mas Ade, yes?” said Ms. Nisa.

“You don't say that, Dik!” mr Ade Protest.

“Fate no one knows, Mas. We just try, Destiny determines,” replied Ms. Nisa.

Mr. Ade was unable to speak any more at that time. They also decided to rest in order to get back in shape after waking up later.

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