MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 14: NOT FEELING WELL
Before reading the follow-up, please read the previous episode again because in the last part of the previous episode there is a credit because there is less. If it is not re-read, you can misunderstand.
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I am most disgusted by the name of a cockroach. Want to live to die, I'm still disgusted. So when I saw there were some roach carcasses on the plate, I immediately called Mas Diki to throw them into the water channel.
"Already, Sister. Same time the dead cockroaches were scared?" the Ejek Mas Diki.
"Aren't you afraid, but disgusted?" my answer.
"By the way, why would a dead cockroach be in that pile of dishes, huh?" ask husband.
"Where do I know, my. If I knew, I wouldn't have let the cockroaches go before they die" I replied.
"That's your style, brother, you want to exorcise a live cockroach. You haven't kicked it yet, the cockroach got into your shirt first, piye?" ledek my husband.
"Rather than the cockroach that came into my shirt, mending the other one, Mas," my god with flirtatious eyes.
"Ooo .. watch out for this you, yes, dare to tease mas!" whispered Mas Diki while trying to hug me.
"Ouch, Mas. Off! I want to wash the dishes!" I rebelled trying to release the grip of Mas Diki's hand while making a soft voice, afraid to be heard by my son.
"If you don't want to leave, why? Let's keep you hooked on the mas temptations!" whispered my husband again.
"Click, Mas. It hurts to be hugged Mas Diki kayak gini. Masa Mas Diki would hurt his wife who is not feeling well?" I said while reminding my husband that I was not fit.
"Ups! Sorry, I forgot. You end up so seduced" my husband said as he took off his embrace. I can breathe with relief too.
"Mom, is the angel tea not yet?" She suddenly appeared in our kitchen. Fortunately Mas Diki took off his embrace early, otherwise we would both be caught by Nur.
"Anyway soon, Nur. I still want to wash the dishes!" my answer.
"Yes, Mom."
Nur turned his body back to his room. He seems to have a less friendly face. Maybe his throat really is neg.
Without the dead cockroaches, I could finish my job quickly. Finally, I finished making one cup of warm tea and I delivered to my son one cup, the rest to drink me and Mas Diki.
"Thank you, yes, ma'am." said Nur immediately sipped the drink I brought.
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"Mother!!! Mommy!!!" Sayup-Sayup I heard Nur's voice from the next room.
"Yes, Nur!!!!" I hurried from my bed to my son's room in a fit of anxiety. Afraid of anything happening to my son.
The wall clock in the living room reads as much as once as a sign that it is already one in the morning. It's just a lonely atmosphere. No sound was heard from outside. Mas Diki was soundly asleep in the room. He did not wake up when I stepped over his body.
"Ibuuuu ... Mother ...," the voice of my son's call.
"What's wrong with you, son?" I asked as I stepped closer to her and placed the back of my hand on her forehead.
"Oh God!!! You're hot, kid. I'll compress first, okay?" I said as I rushed towards the dining room. I remember in the fridge there was a supply of ice cubes. I realized that the night I could have gotten such a subtle-destruction just a while ago, but the fear of anything happening with my son overcame everything. Even when I walked into the dining room, I had time to say to myself.
"I wish a spirit had suddenly appeared in front of me at a time like this. I was ready to pounce on him for bothering me to treat my son. I don't care if the spirit is strong or I die for it. I'll fight my fear to save my son."
"Mas ... Mas ... Nur's body is so hot!" I shouted while still preparing the ice cubes into a large bowl.
I turned on the living room light while repeating my call to my husband who never heard my voice.
"Ah, you little man! It's just making kids. If asked to nurse the child is not able to," I grumbled in my heart.
Nur was still shivering on his bed. His face seemed to be withstanding pain. I can't bear to see my son like that. I immediately took a handkerchief in Nur's closet, I soak a handkerchief made of towel cloth into a basin filled with water mixed with ice cubes. Then the cloth was squeezed and folded, then the handkerchief I put on my son's forehead.
Just a minute I put the cloth on his forehead, the cloth was dry again. It indicates that my son's body is really hot high. I immediately soaked the cloth back into the basin water and repeated it again like before. I panicked because my son's body heat didn't come down. Even this time my son was delirious.
"Don't Auntie .... Yoooooo!!!!" the voice of Nur's delirium.
"nr ... Nur ... Conscious, Son. It's me your mother!" I smacked my son's cheek for fear that he might faint because it would endanger his soul.
In such a state of panic, I remember my teacher's message that in caring for the sick, it must be balanced by reading prayers and sholawat. I also compress Nur's forehead while reading prayers and sholawat. Like a miracle, some time later Nur stopped delirious and his body heat went down.
"Alhamdulillah ..," I said in my heart.
Nur slowly fell back asleep and I was still agitated by her condition. If I have to go back to the room, I'm afraid Nur's body heat is coming back up. So I decided to keep my son in his room.
"I'd better close the door to her room, Nur. Fear of mosquitoes entering and disturbing my son's rest. In this condition, of course sleeping too late means a lot to him."
I stepped into the door and closed the door from the inside. Then, I walked towards Nur to roll out the spare mattress below.
I was almost asleep to relieve my body and mind fatigue, when I suddenly heard the sound of people talking in front of my house.
"Who's this midnight talking in front of the house? From her voice, it was like Clara's. But ... Who's he talking to at midnight like this?"
My eyes opened again because of the strong curiosity.
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