MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 12: THE APPEARANCE
The next day, I woke up a bit bad luck because last night was a nightmare. I dreamed there was an earthquake, but strangely at that time I was not in this house, but in Clara's rented house. The dream felt so real that I was afraid to go back to sleep. When approaching the dawn prayer time, then the drowsiness came again, so I woke up bad luck.
"Sik, tomorrow you can not help us in the market? Siti and I were overwhelmed, and there were more customers" my husband said.
"Yes, Mas. But, I'll help you at the cashier's, okay?" whining me because I feel not PD if I have to help in the sales department.
"Yes, it's okay!" answer Mas Diki.
That morning I finally joined Mas Diki to the market. When I was riding Mas Diki's motorcycle, I accidentally saw a pretty strange sight in Clara's house. More precisely at the back of the house. I saw Clara hitting Riki with a broomstick.
"Maybe Riki has been naughty, so Clara punishes him. Must hit it too slowly like parents punish their children. Ah, Riki's base, it's very similar to how little Nur used to be ..."
All day I struggled with money at Mas Diki market stand. It turned out to be true what my husband said, the buyers who came a lot. Fortunately we have employees who are diligent and deft like Siti, so all problems can be resolved. Siti now lives in Yu Darmi's house with her two deceased children. The profit from this effort was also partially enjoyed by my husband's two nephews. Thankfully, for education, both of them can still be overcome.
"This city!" call me to my husband's employee.
"What's up, Ma'am?" He asks.
"Where do you have another candidate?" manya curious.
"Duh, Mbah Shinta is always asking that. I'm still tired of running around like that, ma'am. Still traumatized by previous relationships. Let my wes want to spend money first so that in the future it is good not to bother the parents again," he replied honestly.
"Yes if that's your plan. Oh yeah, Sit. If the store is crowded like this, why does Mas Diki not add employees, yes?" I deliberately asked Siti because if I asked directly to Mas Diki, I was afraid she mistakenly thought I was lazy to help her work in the store.
"Oh, if the problem seems like I can help answer, Ma'am. If the usual days the store is not this crowded. Our energy is both enough to overcome it, but because it is now again the coffee harvest season in the village, then the market visitors increased drastically," replied the sweet teenager.
"Ooo .. so it looks!" I must have heard the explanation of my husband's men.
As we were chatting together, suddenly ...
"The korean!! The koraaan!!! Yoroo!!!"
*
In the afternoon, the three of us came home from the market. I'm hugging my husband again. When our vehicle came to a corner near the market, something suddenly happened.
"Dik, the newspaper fell! Please bring it, yes!" my husband shouted while stopping his motor speed.
"Yes, Mom!" I replied as I got off the bat and stepped towards the fall of the newspaper my husband had bought in the market.
My husband waited for me without getting off his bike seat. The distance between my husband's motorbike and the newspaper's fall position is about five meters.
"Oh my God!!!" I shouted a little loudly.
"Why, Sister?" asked Mas Diki while looking at me.
I ran towards Mas Diki while holding the slightly wet newspaper due to being exposed to water.
"What's up, Brother?" ask my husband again, increasingly curious.
"The hunt runs the bike, Mas!" I answered while patting my husband's shoulder.
"What's up, Brother?" ask my husband again while starting his bike.
I hugged my husband's waist without looking back. Mas Diki who has understood my nature does not wonder anymore.
"What did you see, brother?" asked my husband while looking back for a moment to make sure his voice was not carried by the wind.
"I was shocked to see it wrong, Mom!" answer slowly.
"WHAT, DIK?" ask my husband because my slow voice does not reach his ears clearly.
"I saw it wrong, Mom!" I answered loudly so that my voice was heard enough by Mas Diki.
"Ooo what did you see, brother?" asked Mas Diki while looking again.
"So I initially squirmed the corpse in the hole, it turned out ... upon seeing it again, it was not a corpse, but just a banana clump that was washed away by the water," my reply was bitter because the wrong effect of seeing earlier was still felt until now.
"Ooo .... But, ..." muttered my husband who was faintly heard by me.
"But what, Mas?" I asked very curiously.
"Emmm ... There's nothing, brother!" my husband answered without looking so his voice sounded soft because it was carried by the wind. I purposely closed my body to his back to be able to hear my husband's voice.
"Come, honestly tell me, Mas!" say again.
"Say what, Sister?" my husband pretended to ask.
"What did you say? I know, don't I like being lied to the most?" I threatened my husband.
"Okay, but you promise not to think things through, yeah!" my husband said while looking at me for a moment like that.
"Hurry, just say it, Mom!" I answered with more curiosity.
"A-anu, Dik . but really, yes, you don't think weird!" said my husband again.
"Yes!!" reply serendipitously.
"You remember the story about the discovery of a child's corpse yesterday?" said Mas Diki.
"Yes, Mas. I remember," I answered.
"The child's body was found in the hole you saw!" replied my husband with a heavy tone.
"O MY GOD!!!" My body felt weak for a moment. I leaned my body against my husband's shoulder. There was a feeling of regret as to why I should ask that to Mas Diki.
"You're okay, right, brother?"
I didn't answer my husband's question because my mind was back on the corpse of the little boy in the black-and-white veil that was lying face down just now.
*
We both finally got home. Before entering the house, I saw Mr. RW and a man talking on the porch of the house occupied by Clara. We greeted Mr. RW just like him, then we went into the house and rushed to take a shower. Towards Magrib, I peeked out the window, it turned out that Mr. RW and the man were no longer there. The house looks as quiet as usual.
"Who's the guy who was chatting with Mr. RW earlier, huh? Is that Clara's husband? Ah time? Why is it that old, not comparable to Clara's relatively young age?" my coco soul squirms.
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