MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 15 :
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I was very tired and wanted to fall asleep quickly. My son's mummy was getting hot, but Clara's whispers in front, really tickled my hearing. For a few minutes, I couldn't close my eyes. There was a desire to peek at Clara's activities through the living room window, but I was lazy to get out of this room and walk towards the living room window.
Finally the voice disappeared along with my eyes.
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"Sik, wakeup! It's about to end time for dawn prayers." The voice
"Yes, Mas. Thanks for waking up. Where are you, Mas?" I answered while rubbing my eyes.
"Nur woke up before you. At dawn prayer now" answered my husband.
"Thank God. She was hot last night, Mas. That's why I sleep here" I said.
"Pantes, this morning when I want ahem, there is no you on the side, Mas" said Mas Diki innocently.
"Last night I tried to wake up Mas, but Mas still snorok," I said seriously.
"You're the wrong way to build it, brother. Try to use the way that I usually wake up immediately," said my husband with a perverted face.
"Side Mas, I want to pray and pray at dawn!" I said as I passed leaving Mas Diki who was gawking alone.
"Basic men! Don't know any more kids are sick, want to be nice?" I thought in my heart.
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The wall clock is already showing at half-seven in the morning. We all had breakfast, including our son, Nur, I had porridge to eat before I gave him the home flu medicine.
"Mas, I don't go to the market first, will you take care of our child?" I said to Mas Diki before he left.
"Yes, Brother. Besides you also seem to be less fit," replied my husband.
"The heart in the street, yes, Mas." I said as I kissed my husband's hand.
"Yes, Brother, thank you. I've contacted Ms. Rini to check on you two. But, usually Ms. Rini is only here during the day or afternoon," said Mas Diki while peeping at my forehead.
"Thank you, yeah, Mom. He is the responsible leader of the family" I said as I reached into my husband's body.
Mas Diki looked into my eyes. His burly hands had suddenly been slung on both of my cheeks.
"Mas, I'll catch the flu, you know!" I said on the sidelines of his kisses that are endless.
Mas Diki didn't bother me. He was engrossed in his attack, so I was overwhelmed and out of breath.
"You've had a lot of rest, yes, brother!" said Mas Diki with a breath after a long struggle with his attack. He left his house to go to the market. From the look in his eyes, I knew he was planning something against me. Something that looks terrible to me.
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"Yubuu ... Last night I had a nightmare" said my son, lying on his bed.
"What dream are you, son?" manya curious.
"I dream of being invited by someone to a very beautiful place. But, then the person who invited me suddenly disappeared, and the place that originally looked beautiful was turned into a terrible place because of the eight winds, from the eight directions, suddenly came a flood as high as a hill to where I stood," said Nur.
"But, Mom!" nur protest.
"But why, son? Never mind, you don't have to think about it. Just enough rest, so that your condition will recover soon," I replied.
"That's not what I mean, ma'am. What shocked me was that the person who led me to that place was Aunt Clara!" exclaim my son while looking at me with his sad eyes.
Honestly, I was very surprised by the story of my son, but as a parent who must teach his son to always be prejudiced, I responded to the story of my son with a smile.
"Tante Clara is a good man. Maybe he was present in your dream because you just met Aunt Clara. Now you rest first, huh? I want to clean the house first, fearing that later Miss Rini will come when the house is in a mess. Not good, is it?" I said as I stroked my son's head in order to calm his mind and also check his body temperature. The child's body temperature was warm.
"Mom don't go far, huh? Nur's scared!" squeak my boy.
"No. I'm not going anywhere, just cleaning the house" I replied.
"Yes, Mom!" the answer.
I left my son in his room alone. I immediately took advantage of the opportunity to clean the house. I started from the living room, dining room, kitchen, and veranda. For some reason, while cleaning the veranda, my hair suddenly bristled. I did not linger on cleaning the veranda because of that uncomfortable feeling. After all, Clara's family had no one to go out of the house.
After finishing cleaning all parts of the house, I decided to take a bath so that the fatigue in my body is gone and at the same time clean the dirt that sticks during contact with the garbage in my house. I know that in this physical condition, it is best to take a warm bath. So I heated the water for me to mix later with cold water in the bath. After the water I was boiling, I hurriedly took her to the bathroom. I pulled my favorite bath towel from the hanger.
BRAK!!
The sound of the door I closed from the inside.
"Well, a warm bath like this. Hopefully after a warm bath my body is fit again, so I can take care of my sick child to the fullest" I told myself.
As I soaked my body with soap, I suddenly heard the sound of the door being knocked.
GECK! GECK! GECK!
I stopped my activities for a moment to make sure that the front door was really being knocked on by people. Usually after knocking on the door, guests say hello. However, until a few seconds I waited, there was no second knock or greeting from the outside.
"Ah, maybe it's just my feeling" I thought to myself.
I also resumed my previously delayed bathing activities while humming my little pleasure song. Suddenly, though ...
GECK! GECK! GECK!
The sound of knocking on the front door sounded even louder. This time I'm sure there's a guest outside. I quickly finished the rest of my bathing ritual. After using only my towel, I also put on my shirt back and ran towards the front door.
"Yes .... Yes ....," I shouted as I opened the front door to find out who was standing behind the door.
A cold chill hit my face when I opened the front door.
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