MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 2: OLD GRANDMA

My heart was beating fast and my blood was sighing in fear.

[Tok tock]

A knock at the back door sounded. This time it was harder. I stepped heavily towards the front door. With quite a struggle, I finally arrived right at the door. I turned the key boy with a heavy heart. Then, I turned the doorknob. As it turned out, there was another hand outside that also turned the doorknob, so I didn't have to expend much energy to turn the handle around. With a sense of anxiety, I pulled the doorknob inside, so that the door was opened and the figure behind the door could be seen clearly in my eyes.

The figure behind the door looked at me with an unpleasant look. The frown on his forehead showed that he was angry.

"Key kok hung in the hole anyway, Dik? Wouldn't Mas be able to insert his spare key from the front?" said my new husband who came.

"Ouch, Mas. Pardon me! There was a guest and the door I locked from the inside, the key forgot I pulled from the hole," I replied feeling bad for my husband.

"Tumben, usually the door is never locked?" said my husband again.

"Anu, Mum. Someday" I replied.

"Here you go, I'll take a shower. It's so hot, "cut my husband while walking inside.

"Want me to get some warm water, Mommy?" I shouted softly.

"Em .. don't do it, brother. What matters ...," answered my husband.

"What's important, Mom?" I asked curiously.

My husband turned his head and said, "Mas wants to warm up the others, just" she replied with a smile.

"Okay, I'm ready for some warm coffee, huh?" I said pretending I didn't understand what it meant.

"Ais ...," cried my husband annoyed as he passed to the room to change clothes. I smiled to myself to see his disappointment.

After taking off all his clothes, Diki mas only wrapped his sturdy body with a towel. As he headed to the bathroom, I just finished the taps outside the bathroom.

"Mas, I prayed Magrib first, huh?" I shouted at Diki who was getting ready to take a shower.

"Aren't you going to wait for the same congregation?" I screamed my husband out of the bathroom.

"No wes. Later if I have to wait. I'm in the hunt to make a 'warm' drink for Diki mas," I replied in a voice deliberately dictated when saying the word 'warm'.

"Review you later, yeah! Dare to do naughty with me," cried Diki mas from the bathroom back.

Back I chuckled a little got a funny reaction my husband dark.

I went into the room and held a prayer mat beside the bed. Furthermore, I also fulfilled my obligation as a Muslim to perform three prayers.

After reciting and praying, I returned to tidying up my face and the prayer that I had worn and put it in its place. Next, I walked to the kitchen next to the bathroom. I still hear the sound of water coming from the bathroom. It indicates that Diki mas has not finished his shower. True to my guess, every afternoon shower mas Diki always long because usually he also defecates before bathing.

I took the teapot off the shelf and then I filled the teapot with tap water. I only filled a third of it. After that, I put the teapot filled with water on the gas stove and I turned the lighter whose knob was on the left end. After the sound of 'crackles', I also turned the knob regulating the magnitude of the fire. And after the stove fire was lit, I prepared the coffee grounds and sugar along with the muk and the glass. That afternoon I deliberately made coffee a bit because I also want to drink coffee with my husband and also later if Nur has come home from tutoring, he can also enjoy coffee.

[Krieeeet]

The sound of the bathroom door being opened by Diki mas.

"Nur hasn't come yet, Brother?" ask Diki while stepping out of the bathroom.

"No, Mas. Usually he went home before the issue because he prayed Magrib congregated first at the home of his tutor," I replied.

"Kasian was that kid, too, huh? These days there are so many activities" my husband replied as he stepped into the room.

"Yes, but I was worried that he forgot to eat and lacked rest" replied Mas Diki.

"So our son brought stock, Mas," I replied.

"Oh, yes already then," replied Diki.

"Eh, Mum!" I screamed as I watched my husband's entire body.

"What's up, Sister? Kok, you're beating the body of the mas until it's like that? Something strange, okay?" ask my husband with curiosity.

"Other times if you take a shower don't just dress in a towel like that, huh?" seriously answer.

"Why, Sister? You're tempted, aren't you? Just pray Isya, okay?" said mas Diki with his perverted face.

"That's not what I meant, Mom. Fear if you fit the towel so, suddenly there are guests how?" seriously say.

"Emang why? Is this still closing the aurat? Whirls and knees are still covered in towels?" diki mas protests.

"Emang mas Diki is not ashamed if there are guests of mothers who are interested in the idea of***** diki mas it? Or is it that weird bulge?" I answered while pointing towards the thing I meant.

"He he ... Yes, Dik. Next time I'll get dressed, you!" diki replied while covering her chest and bowing her body forward. He walked into the room still covering his chest and looked down like that. I saw the funny behavior of my husband was laughing himself in the kitchen.

While waiting for the water to boil, I washed the dirty dishes, while Diki performed Magrib prayers in the room. When the water was boiling, I immediately turned off the gas stove and poured the hot water into a mucus containing coffee powder and sugar, and then stirred it so that it mixed evenly. After that, I continued the work of washing dirty dishes while waiting for Diki mas out of the room. When Mas Diki came out of the room, suddenly I wanted to defecate. I also stepped into the bathroom, I could see Diki was sitting in the living room while turning on the television. I also fulfilled my wish, after finishing I headed back to the kitchen to get the coffee I would bring to the living room.

"Mas, is this the coffee?" my broom on Diki mas.

"Put it there. You sit next to the mas. Let's watch tivi while having coffee together!" answer me Diki.

"Alright, Mas!" my answer.

I sat next to Diki.

"Mas, we have a new neighbor, loh" I opened the chat.

"Yes, I already know. Just now the person here asked for three frangipani flowers that we planted, he said for one of the complementary events of the celebration of living in a new house," replied my husband.

"Ooo how strange is it, Clara used frangipani flowers to live in a new home?" I was curious to hope that Diki could answer my curiosity.

"Claras? You didn't call him 'Clara' wrong?" my husband asked me again with a strange look.

"Yes, Mas. The young woman's name was Clara. I met him this afternoon. He borrowed our broom and kemocing.

" But-" cried Diki.

"But what, Mas?" I asked.

"The one who came here when I ate the cake at the table was an old granny with gray white hair," replied Diki stammering.

"What????" I was surprised to hear Diki's reply. My feathers suddenly goosebumps. The smell of frangipani flowers suddenly seeped into my sense of smell.

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