MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 29
"Your broken HP you brought, Siti?" ask Mas Diki.
"Yes, Mas. I put it in the bag" replied Siti.
"Take there! I want to take it to my friend's mobile phone service" replied Mas Diki.
Siti immediately walked to retrieve her phone which she said was an error. He returned with a black cell phone and handed it to Mas Diki.
"Hopefully Mas Diki's friends can fix it without having to reset from the beginning so that my cousin's number is not erased from HP memory," said Siti.
"Okay, all right, I'll be there right now. You just wait here, huh, Dik, accompany Siti to serve the buyer?" husband says.
"Yes, Mas. Hope the phone is done quickly!"
"Amins ...,"
Depart Mas Diki headed to his friend's mobile phone service. It was only Siti and I who stayed in the store to serve the customers.
"Siti, your sir is a shaman, huh?" I asked the energetic girl.
"Duh, no, Ma'am. He's not opening a practice!" siti replied with a smile.
"But, he has advantages, right?" ask again.
"Gini, Ma'am. Actually, the pakde never did papa brata or special practice to get supernatural abilities as commonly done by smart people in general. Pakde also did not want to have such an ability. That ability came to him on its own. The feeling is strong, ma'am. Keep his prayers easy to worship," said Siti explained.
"But a lot of people came to ask him for help, right?" ask again.
"There was. Pakde avoided a lot. He really doesn't want to be like that. But, what else. Is it not sinful to be given the ability but not to be used to help others? That is the guideline of the pact, why still want to help people who come to him," replied Siti.
"Are all those who come to him for help helped?" ask again.
"Not really, Ma'am. Many were rejected, but advised first. Usually that kind of person asks for help is weird. Ask for a lottery number, ask for an immune talisman, until you ask for pellet science," said Siti.
"Well, did someone ask for help like that to your boss?" I'm saying.
"She, Ma'am. Complete anyway. If it's like that, get ready to be lectured with Pakde," replied Siti.
"You're not asking for a wish for a smooth soul mate with your father?" candaku.
"Ih, Sister Sinta is just there. Without being asked sir would have prayed for me, Ma'am. Lah wong pakde once told me to pray for all the dead ancestors, all the brothers, neighbors, superiors, and people we know every time we finish praying" Siti replied.
"Oooo that, Siti. Well, you'll want to help us later, won't you?" my many.
"Goddessa, Ma'am. I'll help you talk later" replied Siti.
"Thank you a lot, yeah!" my answer.
Two hours later Mas Diki came with a lethargic face.
"Where, Mas? Can the hape be repaired?" I'm just impatient.
"Hape can be fixed, sir. But ...," replied Mas Diki leaving a big question mark.
"But why, Mom?" my question is getting curious.
Mas Diki scratched his head while thrusting Siti's mobile phone in his hand to Siti who was also standing next to me. It seems Siti is just as curious as I am.
"But the motorcycle tire was leaking, so I led about three hundred meters until I met the workshop. Feet until it feels like a hammer," replied Mas Diki later.
"Oh, his HP can't be repaired. If only Mas Diki's feet are fat, it doesn't matter" I replied again.
"Your work is the same, brother!" exclaimed Mas Diki while throwing his body in the chair.
"Hp's not a factory fuss, is it?" ask again.
"No really! My friend is really good at mobile phone business, Dik. Just the business of conquering women hang he has not been able to," said Mas Diki.
"You mean that Andre hasn't been married until now?" I called for wonder
"Where do we know our virgin, Mom?" I said while glancing towards Siti.
Siti looked shyly at me while saying.
"What the hell is Sinta's mother!" yells.
"Emang why Siti? You don't want to have a business man?" I teased Siti.
"Ih, Ms. Sinta was even drugged. You know the guy just don't, know also not, how to get married?" the answer.
"Well, I think Siti gave me the code. Come on Mas, invite Andre to meet Siti! Who knows if they are fighting?" I said with a rather high tone.
"Sita Maksa, ma'am very maksa, anyway! I didn't want to, though! If my cousin's number is erased, how?" siti replied still in an annoyed tone.
"If the number is erased, in vain dong my legs are up this fat?" mas Diki Protest.
"Yes, find your cousin's number first. Matches will be later," I replied.
"Well, that's dong!" answer Siti with pleasure.
My husband and I waited with great anticipation for Siti, who was scrolling through the button on her phone to find her cousin's number who had brought her parents to live together in another area. About fifteen minutes later, Siti called out.
"Meet, Ma'am!" his screeches.
"Is there really a number, Siti?" many ensure.
"Yes, there's this, Ma'am." she replied.
"Alhamdulillah" cried me and Mas Diki.
I approached Siti who was holding her phone. I saw on Siti's phone screen the name 'NANIK' was written'.
"Try calling, Siti! Your pulse exists, right?" my spoken.
"OK, Mommy. I tried calling, huh?" said it.
Siti tried to call the number. There was a faint sound of a waiting tone from the mobile phone microphone that Siti held. There was relief lingering on my chest even though the connection had not been lifted, at least it indicated that his cousin's number was still active.
The waiting tone sounded many times, but it was not lifted as well until Siti closed the connection again.
"Try it again, Siti!" my spoken.
Siti tried to call the number back. And a few seconds later ...
"Assalamualaikum ...," said Siti.
"Waalaikumsalam," the answer from across that faintly sounded.
"Sir, how are you? Thank goodness I am healthy too. Oh yes, sir, right? I want to have a chat with you, Nik," Siti said on her phone.
"Assalamualaikum, Pakde is healthy, right? Thank goodness I am healthy too. Yes dong, I'm here kerasan. God willing, pray is awake, sirde. Yes, Pakde the boss who used to be dead, now replaced his brother the boss who used to be. Oh yes Pakde, this is me contacting Pakde because my boss who now has a problem and wants to ask for Pakde's opinion. Sirde talked to my boss himself, huh?" said Siti over the phone line. It seemed like he was currently talking to his uncle.
"This, Ma'am chatted himself with sir," said Siti while handing her phone to me.
"Assalamualaikum, is this really Siti's uncle?" please greet me politely.
"Valayevansalam ... It's astagfirullah!!!" The answer I heard from across the street. Siti's father was surprised.
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