MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 8: SICKNESS
In my heart I asked who was whimpering in the room. It's actually easy for me to immediately know the source of the sound. However, it would be rude of course if I went straight in and looked at the room next to the living room. The only thing I can do is tell Clara, as the resident of the house. Surprisingly, I called many times, in a loud voice anyway, but Clara never came out. It was impossible for Clara to not hear my screams, because I did it out loud.
[Krieeeeet]
The bedroom door next to the living room creaked. Alu was stunned, because suddenly the moaning voice was not heard anymore. This time there was a voice that caught my attention, namely the sound of footsteps that sounded like running. No, the sound of footsteps did not come from inside the mysterious room next to the living room, but rather came from the living room. The sound of footsteps grew louder as if they were going to go to where I was sitting. As it turned out, the voice stopped right in front of the door of the next room that was probably already open.
From where I sat, I could see the silhouette of a woman's body looming over the curtains that bound the living room with the living room. The mysterious room door led to the middle room. The shadow figure was right standing in front of the door of the mysterious room.
"Claraaaa!!" call me once more.
I waited for a few seconds. But it doesn't sound good from within. I began to be unable to stand being in the confines of curiosity. I slowly walked towards the curtain. With all my remaining courage, I revealed the middle of the curtain, and when the curtain came out, the figure of the woman two meters away in front of me suddenly cried out loudly.
"STOP, Mommy!!!!"
The woman who was none other than Clara then ran into the mysterious room. I was confused by Clara's behavior reflexively followed Clara into the room. And when I got to the door, I was surprised to see someone who was being paved by Clara. She was the old woman I saw a few times. However, the old grandmother's body language was much different from the one I had before. The look in his eyes was currently sad, as if he was lamenting pain. No scary impression is visible, it is precisely the sense of pity that perched on the chest. The old grandmother's body looked thin and her face was a bit pale.
"Don't Clara say, Mommy, don't move much? Mother's condition is still not recovering properly. If it comes back, how?"
"I'm going to pee, son!" squeak the old grandma.
"Why didn't Mom call me? If you get out of bed yourself, you can fall"
"Already, Son. I called your name, but you didn't hear my call,"
"Clara's not going anywhere, ma'am. You must have been delirious, huh?" clara said she couldn't believe it.
"What your mother said, Clara. I heard your mother's voice. Even I have cried out many times to your name, but you have not heard my cry" I said.
Clara, who was trying to reach her mother, turned to me for a moment. There was a suspicious hue emanating on his face.
"Maybe the sound of the fruit juice blender was blocking my hearing" he replied flatly.
"You make fruit juice, Clar?"
"Yes, I happen to have some watermelon as big as a human head that's red as blood" replied Clara who I thought was a bit odd to hear.
I helped Clara get her mother into the bathroom in the back. There was a sense of dread when I accidentally touched the old grandmother's skin. Cold ... like a corpse.
After helping Clara get her mother to the bathroom and back to her room again, I also sat alone with Clara in her living room with two glasses of watermelon juice that was blood red as said by Clara. For some reason, every time I took it down my throat, I felt a bit horrified. Probably influenced by Clara's strange words earlier.
"She's not my mother" he said suddenly.
"What do you mean, I don't understand?" I asked with curiosity.
"She's my mother-in-law, Ma'am. More precisely he was the actor, who snatched the father from the arms of my mother-in-law," Clara said with a cynical look.
"If she's a bad boy, why are you two looking after her and taking care of her?" my question is getting curious.
Clara took a deep breath.
"He seized my father-in-law while my husband was still in his mother's womb. Father-in-law changed his war since cheating. The father-in-law who was originally a responsible and loyal man, suddenly became an irritable person and often flirted with his mother. That said, dad was stricken at that time,"
Clara took a deep breath.
"Mother-in-law can not stand the treatment of father-in-law who is increasingly rampant. The mother-in-law's body was getting thinner and sickly, even though she was in a pregnant state at that time. The highlight is that it had to die on the operating table when giving birth to my husband, Ma'am," Clara said with a face of emotion.
"Innalillahi wainna ilaihi rojiuuun," I said.
"My husband survived, but his mother died. Not even forty days, the father-in-law married the mother-in-law who is now," said Clara.
"Lantas, who's your husband taking care of?" I asked in a curious tone.
"My husband has been cared for by this connecting mother since toddlerhood. My mother took care of my husband affectionately because she did not have children, either with her previous husband or with my father-in-law" Clara said.
I can only gawk at stories from Clara. It's a complicated story of her husband Clara's family journey.
"This mother-in-law was a factory friend with her father and mother-in-law when both were single. That said, this connecting mother has long had a crush on her father-in-law, but her love clapped one hand. Dad decided to marry his late mother-in-law. Maybe the connecting mother is not willing to do that, so she uses the use to seize the love of her father-in-law. Unfortunately, after marriage, the influence of the pellets gradually disappeared. Finally, the father became a sage and felt sorry for betraying the love of the mother-in-law. My husband's armpit is still third grade, my father-in-law breathed his last after months of illness. From that moment on, my mother continued to take full care and send my husband to school," said Clara slowly afraid to be heard by the old grandmother.
"Did your husband know he was raised by a woman who had ravaged his family?" manya curious.
"No! After remarrying, they lived in a different city to the previous one" Clara replied.
"When did your husband know?" my question is getting more and more.
"When the final semester is over. Coincidentally at that time there was a college friend of my husband who visited the husband's house with his family. That's when my husband's friend's mother met face to face with my husband's mother. And there was a bit of a dispute at the time. My husband was in shock at the time,"
I'm feeling less and less for hearing Clara's story.
As he was talking, suddenly the sound of falling goods was heard.
[Crompyang!!! ]
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