MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 20: WORRY

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The next day, the three of us woke up. It is very close to the time of sunrise. It is a habit we have never done in the past. Because in a small family we are always accustomed to wake up before or at the time of dawn. But, because of the chat last night, the three of us got up late.

"Pocong shucks!"

Nur's condition is better. That's why the boy insisted on being allowed to go to school. Mas Diki, who was initially determined to tell Nur to rest for several days, finally relented to Nur. Nur reasoned, he was afraid that he would have to be home alone with me

You see, the pocong turned out to be afraid of only my husband. The proof, last night he was still nongol even though there was me with Nur in his room.

There was a strange sight that morning at my house. We usually prepare our own needs, but especially that morning, we asked Mas Diki to accompany us both when cooking, bathing, and changing clothes. Fortunately the three of us still had a muhrim relationship, so not too embarrassed. The funniest thing was that when it was Mas Diki's turn to take a shower, we both stood guard at the bathroom door. Not because we were guarding Mas Diki from the disturbance of the pocong, but we both deliberately stood at the door so that if the pocong came again, Mas Diki did not go far to immediately hit it.

Although my body condition is still not fit properly. That day, I also decided to come with my husband to the market. I thought, I'd better be at the market despite the exhaustion, than to be alone at home and bullied by that damn pocong.

The three of us were ready to leave the house. I hugged my husband, while Nur rode in his own vehicle.

"Sir, accompany Nur near the school, will you?" shouted our child.

"Yes, Son!" answer us both.

We also took a vehicle together until the Nur school. After watching Nur enter the school gate, we continued our journey to the market.

"That means we took the road yesterday, huh, Mas?" I asked Mas Diki.

"Yes, Brother. If you have to go through the road usually, add further. We might be late to the market. Kasian Siti was waiting for us both" replied my husband.

"Nanti Nur said after school, do not want to go home, Mas. He's going to the store too" I said.

"It's okay" my husband replied.

"But it's safe, right, Mas's way from Nur's school to the store?" much worry.

"Forgive, Sister. A long time ago at the age he also often went this way, really!" replied husband.

"Yes, yesterday the day after Mas already told me," he said.

*

The motorbike we rode drove far enough to leave Nur's school. In front of our eyes was already spread a vast rice field. On the left and right we occasionally encounter farmers who are working in the fields. It did not feel like we finally arrived in front of the house in the middle of the rice fields a little far from the other residents' settlements.

"PAK HANDOKO," I sneered back as the vehicle we were riding in both passed right in front of the house.

Mas Diki kept looking straight ahead, as we passed through the house. As for me instead, my eyes were busy looking for something in the house.

DEG!

My gaze pounded on something that made my hair bristle for a moment.

"Bag!!!" call me to my husband.

"What, Sister?" tanyakanya.

"Sir Handoko is a big tall body, huh?" my many.

"Kok, you know what, brother?" Diki asked back.

"I-i-iya, Mom. Just now I accidentally saw someone with such a body trait standing facing backwards" I replied.

"Ah time, Sister?" tanya Mas Diki did not believe.

"Yes, Mas. I saw him just now. He was standing wearing a capil" I replied.

"Red capillaries, huh, Dik?" ask husband.

"Yes, Mas. Right," I replied.

"That means it's really Mr. Handoko, Dik. Because every time I pass the place, I must see him with the red capil. Maybe it's his favorite color. Well, that means Mr. Handoko is still alive. When-When do we stop by there, huh, brother?" cerocos.

"Oh my God .. please take care of my son ...,"

All day in the store, my mind became unsettled. I'm afraid the pocong is still bothering my son at school. And somehow, I was also worried that my son had to go through the middle house of the rice field. Like someone whispered in my ear that the house in the middle of the paddy field was dangerous for my son.

"Mas, what time is it?" ask my husband.

"Jam twelve, Brother. Why ask the clock to start?" My husband asked back.

"I'm worried about Nur, Mas. Shouldn't he be picked up?" I asked again.

"God will not happen, brother. The road was in the hours of Nur's return from school, quite rame really! You see, there are a lot of buyers, too. If left behind Siti must be overwhelmed," replied my husband.

"Let me pick up the kid, huh?" I asked.

"No, Sister! The motorbike is not good. You can fall if you have to drive. I haven't had time to take him to the shop. Never mind, you just calm yourself. Nothing will happen to the boy" replied Mas Diki.

"Oh my God .. Why is everything a coincidence like this, huh? My mind is getting more and more unsettled like this. I'm afraid something happened that we didn't want to happen to our son,"

*

TENGS!

Yu Darmi's old wall clock in his shop sounded once as a sign that it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. My eyes paced at the end of the alley between the booths which was about ten meters in front of this shop.

"Bec, how come it's not nongolous yet, huh, that kid?" I asked with anxiety.

"Wait a minute, brother. From school to here quite far lo!" replied husband.

A minute feels like an hour. That's how I felt at the time. My mind has been mixed because what is awaited is not nongol-nongol as well.

One minute ... two minutes .. one hour ...

My son's nose didn't show up at our store. The old wall clock ticked twice as a sign that it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Sik, why didn't Nur come, huh?" Now it's my husband's turn to worry.

"Mas, let's take him to school!" I said with a somewhat raucous voice.

Mas Diki walked towards Siti who was busy serving buyers.

"Site!!" call him.

"Yes, Mom!" the answer.

"Sinta and I wanted to pick Nur up at school. By four o'clock, we're both not back yet. You just close the shop, yeah!" husband's orders.

"If for example Nur suddenly came salioan with a second half, how?" ask Siti.

"Yes, you can tell me through WA" my husband replied.

"Well, didn't Nur have HP?" ask Siti again.

"No, Siti. We did not intentionally provide HP for the child. In addition to being banned from school, we also do not want the child addicted to HP," I replied.

"Yes, Mother. My job is ready!" replied Siti with a tone of excitement.

We also rushed on the motorbike to Nur school through the middle of the rice field like this morning.

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