MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 11
Riki was already preparing to give an answer to me, before we finally heard the sound of someone's footsteps behind the curtain of the living room.
"Clar!!!" I said to the woman who looked emotional.
Clara didn't answer my greeting. He approached us not far from the front door. Riki looked tense at the time. The young woman continued walking closer to the two of us who were observing the image we were both holding. Clara took the picture, watching it closely, while watching my facial expressions. My heart felt pierced by a sharp object at that moment. Frankly, I never lie and I don't know how to lie. However, right now I have to put an innocent face in front of Clara for Riki's safety.
"Your son has a knack for drawing, Clara!" I spontaneously tried to dampen the emotions that might have arisen in the woman's chest.
Clara smiled wryly at me.
"Mad's mind was poisoned by this kid, apparently. Ma'am doesn't know yet, that this kid likes to make strange pictures!" answer the woman.
"His name is also a child, Clara. Ordinary like that. In the past, my son when he was a child also often did strange," I replied again.
"Bak doesn't understand what I mean. One day if Mbak already knows, Mbak will definitely agree with me," replied Clara.
Clara gave the picture back to Riki, then she left us both step into the living room, maybe she wanted to see her mother's condition or do household activities.
Thankfully, just before Clara arrived in this room, Riki had hidden the first picture in her shirt and replaced it with another image.
"Thank you, Bude already wants to see my work" said the little boy.
"Sama-Sama, but why is this picture of you not as good as the picture earlier? The picture that was like there was his life," I said.
Riki smiled broadly as he said.
"Like what mom said, Bude will know later,"
My eyes stared fixedly at the eyes of this little boy in front of me. There was a hint of curiosity suddenly bursting into my mind.
"What do they really mean by saying that 'I'll know later'? Is that something big? Something scary? Ah, the most they meant was Riki's mischief. It's natural, isn't it, a naughty little kid?" I said in my heart.
"Eh, Riki. Bude said to go home first, huh?" I said to Riki.
"Bude where the hell are you going? When do I want to play alone?" the sound came out of the boy's mouth.
"Riki is not sad. Bude's house is close, right? This is not the last visit of Bude. Later, Bude will definitely visit Riki again," comfort me to the boy.
"Bude promise, huh?" riki said while raising his little thumb.
I looked into the little boy's eyes. There is a feeling of compassion in my heart.
"Bude promise," I replied as I lifted my thumb as well and glued it to her tiny thumb. It was cold, that feeling that I felt when our two thumbs clashed against each other. There was a bitter feeling that suddenly slid into my chest.
"Dada Rikiiii ... Assalamualaikum ..," I waved my hand at the little boy.
"Budeeeeee's chest ...,"
I also stepped out of Mr. RW's house contracted by Clara.
There was a strange feeling when I left the house. Every breath and step I took away from the house, the atmosphere around me changed little by little, mukai from silence, the more crowded .. one step .. two steps ... three steps ...
I looked back, at Mr. RW's house, hoping that Riki would still be standing there to see my return. NO, it looks like he's gone inside the house.
"Have I been playing with Riki that long? My feeling is that I only played a little with him. Yes, that short conversation took more than two hours? What the hell happened to me? Ah, maybe it's the age factor that makes me slow to move and weak in memory" I thought to myself.
*
In the evening, Mas Diki and Nur watched television in the living room.
"Mas, has the family of the little boy's body been found?" ask suddenly.
"No, Dik. No one has reported the loss of a family member similar to the child yet" my husband replied.
"Duh, Kasian, yes, Mas! That means the little boy's body hasn't been buried yet, huh?" many spontaneous.
"Yes, not yet, Sister. Police are continuing to search for information about the identity of the child, although it may be difficult because of the condition of his body which is full of injuries due to collisions with the culvert wall" said my husband.
"Yes God! Too bad for the boy and his family, too" I cried.
"People suspect that the little boy was killed by his own family so his family is not looking for him" my husband said.
"Ih, there can't be anyone that old, Mas. Those people are just happy to gossip. Wong, the police have not determined that the child was a murder victim" I protested.
"Yes, I agree with you. But, why hasn't his family reported the loss of one of his family members, huh?" Mas Diki said.
"What if the boy lives alone? Street kids for example!" my spoken.
"Despite living alone, surely his neighbors are familiar, right?" my husband asked back.
"If he's away from the neighbors or the person never socializes, how?" I asked again.
"Yes, it makes sense your analysis. I hope the police find their family soon. It's really, really, really? That's why we have to be willing to socialize with others in order to help each other and share information with others" said my husband.
"Yes, my mother" I replied.
Somehow, when Mas Diki said about 'socialization', I remembered the family who was contracting the house in front of me. Since he contracted there, the house has always been closed. The lights were not added, it remained as when the house had not been contracted. They only socialized with me, not with other neighbors. Indeed, the other neighboring house is still a bit far from here. But, as new residents here, they should be willing to blend in with the residents here.
"Later on, I'll remind Clara to pay a visit to another neighbor's house" I said in my heart as I closed the living room curtain. I looked at the house ahead for a moment. It looks so dark.
"Riki's love must grow and develop in a family that is always closed like that. Just want to draw, she has to hide from her mother" I thought back inside.
BUKS!
Suddenly I saw an ivory coconut growing in front of my house fall to the ground.
Seriate
Wait for the presence of a printed version of the novel titled KAMPUNG HAGHU which of course the contents are different from the application version.