MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 13: ANOTHER WAY
I could not sleep well because of nightmares. This time, however, the nightmare continued. It was as if I was gawking into a waterhole and inside was the corpse of a little child lying face down.
"Oh my God!" I shouted in surprise.
..."Why, Dik? It's night, let's get some sleep. Don't forget to pray!" said husband....
"I dream the child's corpse continues, Mas. Every time I fall asleep, I feel like I'm back on top of that waterhole" I replied.
"Here sleep in the arms, Mas. Who knows, it might be quieter. I'm sorry to have told you that" my husband whispered.
And I also prayed while leaning on the solid foot of Mas Diki. Thankfully, I was finally able to fall asleep, even if it was only a few hours. It is good to gather energy to help Mas Diki again tomorrow.
"Sik, your face is pale. You better rest at home, yeah! No need to go to the market!" said Mas Diki as we were getting ready to go to the market.
"I'm okay, Mom!" I replied in an affirmed voice-"I only lack sleep. Later in the store meet Siti must be drowsiness," I added.
"All right! But, if later you feel dizzy or not feeling well, just sleep, huh?" cetus Mas Diki's.
"Yes, Mommy" I replied.
We also went to the market. When crossing the back of Clara's house, I took the time to turn to look towards Clara hitting Riki yesterday. And, at that moment I saw the cute boy waving at me. I returned his hand with a smile.
"Who are you waving to, brother?" ask my husband to be astonished.
"To Clara's son who contracted in front of the house, Mas." I replied lightly.
"Ooo ...," replied my husband, looking firmly in the direction I was referring to.
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"Sir Shin, have you heard the latest news about the little boy's body?" said Siti on the sidelines of her work.
"Already, Sit! Don't talk about it the same Shinta. He can't cry like that" cut Mas Diki.
"What's the matter, Mom? Hasn't Sister Shinta used to come into contact with supernatural things?" siti Protest.
"Don't! Last night your mother could not sleep well because she took the newspaper fell in the hole where the little boy was found," replied Mas Diki.
"Oh yeah, Ma'am? Wow .. Sereman where Mbak between the sighting of the little boy with-" said Siti.
"Hus! Watch out for you talking about the late Yu Darmi or Yu Painem.I cut your salary!" cetus Mas Diki's.
"Duh, don't cut dong, Mas. I will not be able to send it to my family in the village. Yes, I do not want to discuss the corpse of the little boy again," whined Siti.
"Now, don't talk weird about it anymore!" said Mas Diki affirm his words.
I was just talking between the two of them. I'm too tired to talk. True my husband said, I had to throw away bad thoughts about the discovery of the corpse of the little boy.
"Mas, you don't go home yesterday, do you, Mas?" I said to my husband when we were going home.
"Oh, yes, Dik. But, the path is a bit twisting, "my husband replied.
"It's okay, Mom. All the way, right?" my spoken.
"Yes, right," answered my husband.
We also went through another route to go home. The area we passed through was not through a large road, but through the river and rice fields.
"Well, the air's cool, huh, Mas?" I said on the sidelines of our trip.
"Yes, Brother. In the past, when it was still bujang, mas often walk through here. Oh yes, if there is no change, there will be a house alone in front," said Mas Diki.
"Oh, huh? Whose house, Mas?" I asked in a curious tone.
"Well, how did Mas Diki even talk about his daughter?" I protest with jealousy.
"Who are you jealous of that, anyway?" husband says.
I didn't answer it as a sign I didn't like it discussing further.
"Loh, Brother. That's his house still there it turns out!" shouted my husband.
I cast a glance in the direction my husband intended. It turns out that it is true, in front there is an old house surrounded by a wire fence that is quite high. Maybe the wires were deliberately installed for the safety of the occupants of the house. Understandably, his house is a bit far from the residential area.
"SIR HANDOKO!!!" I spelled out the writing on the wall of the old house gate.
"Oh, that means the guy's name is Mr. Handoko, anyway!" peekik.
"Yes Mas. But, the house is so closed, huh? I don't think there are any inhabitants" I said.
"Maybe the guy's out again, rested again, or .." my husband said.
I looked back at the old house. I looked at the door and the window of the old house while still piggybacking my husband.
"DON'TITLE!!!" suddenly peek
"Why, Sister?" ask my husband to be surprised.
"Oh, no ... Mas. Just now I was shocked because suddenly I saw a little boy passing by there" I replied.
"Oalah .. means the house is still occupied by its owner, Dik. Perhaps it was his grandson Mr. Handoko just now" replied my husband lightly.
"Yes, Mom!" lightly reply.
What a beautiful view we went through along this road. It didn't feel like we were finally home. Nur anak merely wayang we have arrived first.
"Nur, aren't you coming to dinner?" I asked my son only when it was time for dinner but he was still silent in his room.
"My stomach is still full, ma'am," she replied.
"Well, did you eat?" askaku.
"Already, Mom. Mom and Dad had not come, Aunt Clara brought food here. So I ate right away" Nur replied with a smile.
"Ooo ... What did Aunt Clara bring, Nur?" ask again.
"Bakso, Mom!" answer again.
"Well, is that your favorite dish?"
"Yes, Mom. That's why I spent it straight away without any rest" he replied again.
"Yes, then I want to wash the dirty dishes in the back. If you need anything, tell mom, yeah?" my message to Nur.
"If you do not bother, Nur asked for help to make an angel tea. Nur's throat is full of fat mucus that was meatballs!" nur.
"Yes, I did the dishes and made you an angel tea" I replied.
I also walked into the kitchen to wash the dishes used for our dinner and other dirty kitchen tools. Once in the kitchen, I found an unusual sight. There's some cockroach carcasses in the pile of dishes.
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