MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 25
Finally I can not stand the update because of the thoughts with readers who regularly write comments. And also as a form of happiness because it turns out that many loyal fans of KAMPUNG HAUNTU novels who have ordered the novel to the publisher.
Thankyou, yes ....
Czechidot ...
Between pleasure and confusion mixed so one saw my son who was no longer afraid. Glad to see it's okay, confused to not know the cause of all the chaos lately.
The night went by, nothing special happened that night. We all fell asleep very well. So deep, Nur to wake up and not pray Fajr.
"Why do you do it, Nur, how did it get bad luck? Did you stay up last night reading comics?" askaku.
"No, Mom. I slept at eight. But somehow, I slept very well. Until they wake up. Finally I was late for the dawn prayer" Nur replied.
"Did you feel any weirdness last night?" my many.
"Nothing, Mom."
"Thank God then. Oh yes, if you experience anything strange at school, you report to Mr. Arman alone," I said.
"Sir Arman guards, huh?" ask Nur.
"Yes, he is a friend of your mother and father" I replied.
"All right, thank you, ma'am. I want to shower and go to school. You come to the market?" ask my son.
"Yes Nur. Mother was still a little horrified to be home alone," I replied.
"Wouldn't I be able to talk to Aunt Clara" Nur replied.
"Ma-les!" my answer.
"Loh .. how?" Nur gawking.
"You need to know, yes! I'm going to uncover who the Clara you idolized is!" my threat.
"Ah Mother, the most jealous because I'm now deket same Aunt Clara, yq right?" Nur thinks I'm just kidding.
"Mother seriously!" my answer.
Nur simply replied with a smile.
"Ah, right said Mas Diki. The older the child, the more trust in others who are good as he is compared to his own parents. But, in this particular matter, I will show my son that I am right. Surely Clara has a certain purpose for my son behind her kindness,"
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Pucuk loved ulam also arrived. When I was helping Mas Diki at the market, suddenly Bu RW came to visit our stand. My eyes immediately sparkled imagining I would get some information about Clara from this socialite mother.
"Assalamualaikum, Miss RW" I said.
"Valayevansalam ... Waduh until chased forward," answered the woman who still looks beautiful at the age of a few years above me.
"Yes dong, the best customer must be pursued. Afraid of running to another shop ...," I whispered to her crisp laughter.
"Mbak Sin, is there a suitable robe for me?" ask when you enter the store.
"There's dong, Miss RW" I replied spontaneously.
"What credit is cash?" ask again.
"Bu RW is just joking, his wife's time landlord wants to owe everything" I said.
"Duh pake tested everything, like to nyalon Kades only. Oh yes, I have a special bonus for Miss RW today," I told the woman.
"What bonus?" he asked while narrowing his wide eyes.
"If Bu RW buys a product of one million rupiah, Bu RW will I love this bonus taraaaaaaaaaa!" I said while lifting a hijab of the current model that is again trending.
"Aaaaaaaa .. mauuuu Mbak Sin! I really want to hijab this model of goat hump. Is this really rare, Mom? Sinta ma'am, why not say, if the sale of this model hijab?" shouted Miss RW hysterically.
"This is a special product, Miss RW. And this is ori, not KW! The stock is just this one. Like, the color also fits very well with the beautiful RW Bu," he said while giving the hijab to the woman.
RW ma'am immediately grabbed the hijab I thrust.
"This I took directly. If only a million for me. Choose me four different colors. Madam Sin has my taste, right?" said the woman.
"Beres, Boss Ma'am!" I replied while leaving Bu RW who was again fondling her hijab bonus. While I immediately chose the four most expensive gamis for him. True to my guess, my choice was always in accordance with the taste of Mr. RW's wife. How not, every time he bought clothes, he always asked for my help to choose it. When Yu Darmi was alive, Ms. RW used to ask me to accompany her to Yu Darmi's shop. And I always agreed to it because Miss RW is not stingy. After driving her to buy clothes, she usually buy me a meal at the cafe and also do not forget to buy toys for my son. And I'm sure he must have been to my house to take me to the market, but since I wasn't home, he went straight here.
Finally Bu RW has finished transacting in our store.
"Bu RW just stopped by my house, huh?" I asked to confirm my guess.
"Yes, but I was told that you were on guard at your husband's shop, so I just came here" replied Bu RW spontaneously.
"Oooo .. By the way who told Bu RW that I was here?" askaku.
"Clara told me you were here. He came over as I banged on your door," replied Ms. RW.
"O ... That beautiful woman who told Bu RW apparently," I replied provokingly.
I understand very well the habits of Mr. RW's wife. He would hate it when someone is said to be more beautiful than him. I don't know where that inspiration came from. I deliberately heated this woman's heart so that I could get information about Clara from the house owner's wife who was contracted by the Clara.
"That's what you say beautiful, Sister Sin. Sama Mbak Sinta still lost far lo!" replied Bu RW in a cynical tone.
I almost floated with this woman's words, if I was said to be prettier than Clara. Although in reality it is. I refocused on my original purpose.
"What's the matter, Miss RW? Clara's skin is whiter than mine" I replied.
"Whiter yes, but pale white. After all he was ....," said Bu RW with a sewot tone.
"What's the matter, Miss RW?" manya curious.
"Don't say it? Only Sinta I told you about. She's not a real girl!" cetus Bu RW later.
"Ah, Miss this RW is making it up. People have husbands, I say women are not real," I replied while still heating up the women in front of me.
Honestly, I was actually quite surprised by the statement that Bu RW said just now. However, I had to stay focused on scribbling information about Clara, so I still showed a flat face.
"Duh, Sister Sinta this time do not know anyway!" touch this woman again.
"Know what, Miss RW?" I'm getting curious.
"His husband Clara is very old and ...," whispered Bu RW.
"And what, Miss RW?" I'm getting dag dig dug.
"Suami Clara was her own foster father who adopted her from an orphanage," continued Bu RW who kept my chest tight.
Seriate