MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 31: CASE STORY
"Assalamualaikum ..," I said by phone.
"Valayevansalam ... Ma'am, Sin, I'd like to ask you the same, pentiiing!" exclaim Bu Rini with a voice in a row.
"Y-yes, Mom. What's the matter, looks like Miss Rini is so confused?" ask me with curiosity.
"Look, Sister Sin. I got some info from the parents who helped keep the children in the home. He said he saw the orphanage I told Mbak some time ago," replied Ms. Rini with one breath.
"The orphanage child that someone who had this strange behavior adopted?" cut me.
"Yes, ma'am, that's right. One of the parents who guarded the dormitory saw the child near his school Nur," said Bu Rini again.
"Oh yeah? Why not be chased at that time or yelled at by a thief?" say again.
"Neither knee, Ma'am. Ma'am rode an ontel bike while the boy got into the car. In addition, you still have doubts at first what is true that the child who entered the car was our former foster child, but after careful attention, after careful attention, mbak was convinced that the child was our former foster child because the shoes the child was wearing were a birthday gift for him. Indeed, before the child was adopted, I never gave a birthday gift for him in the form of shoes with a size deliberately raised several sizes above the size of the child's shoes," replied Bu Rini fiery.
"When did the child look depressed or what, Mom?" ask again.
"Bak wasn't very clear about his condition at the time. His name is also just a glimpse, Ma'am. But we as caretakers must know very well the situation now, Ma'am. Given we got information from the community around the old house of the adoptive family that their family was very strange and suspicious. We want to know where they're moving to, ma'am. If the child was okay, we would feel calmer. But, kalmi is afraid instead, Ma'am," replied Bu Rini with a sob.
"What can I do, Ma'am?" ask me again on the sidelines of Bu Rini's cry.
"I asked for help with Ma'am, Mas Diki, and Nur, perhaps seeing the child fit in the street or anywhere to tell me. If conditions allow anyway, can track where they live now," replied Bu Rini with a tone asking.
"Yes, Mother. We are ready to help Ms. Rini. But-" answered.
"But, why, Ma'am?" ask Miss Rini.
"Of course we should know the characteristics of the child or the family that adopted him. We are afraid of wrong people" I replied.
"Yes, Mother. God willing tomorrow or the day after tomorrow I will send a photo of the child to Mbak Sinta. Later I will find a picture of him in the office of the home because the photo on my laptop has been damaged by a virus" replied Ms. Rini.
"Ready, Ma'am. I'm waiting for the picture, okay?" my word.
"There's still a lot, yes, Ma'am," said Bu Rini.
"Everything, Ma'am" I replied.
"Greetings to Mas Diki and Nur" said Bu Rini.
"Okay," I replied.
"Acollins ...,"
And the phone call with Bu Rini was broken.
In the afternoon we went home through a road that had culverts. For some reason every way through the road, especially in the hole, my hair bristles and I like hearing a sigh from inside the hole.
"Tolooooooooong!!!!"
I tried to cover my ears tightly, but it was useless. That sound I can still hear. It was as if the voice for help was indeed aimed at me, not at anyone else.
*
The sun sank in the western horizon and the night was approaching. Maybe because of the exhaustion, we all slept around half-eight a night. As usual, the night atmosphere around my house tends to be quiet and gripping. Having a new neighbor in front does not add to the crowd because the person rarely goes out of the house.
I don't know how long I've been asleep, which is clear I dreamt of seeing Nur standing on a hill. Nur looked towards the clouds engraved beautifully in the sky. Suddenly behind Nur appeared a figure of a man with a fat body wearing a capil. Unbeknownst to Nur, the man approached Nur slowly. And this time the man was already right behind Nur. Nur was still unaware of the man's presence. He was still enjoying the beautiful clouds carved beautifully in the sky. The man raised both his hands parallel to my boy's shoulder. After I looked carefully, I believed that the man would harm Nur. I screamed and called my son's name. Unfortunately, Nur did not hear my screams. I was either conscious or not. I feel like it's just a dream, but it feels so real. I screamed louder to be heard by my son. Finally, Nur heard my call. Unfortunately, when he turned his head, the man's hand had pushed Nur's shoulder forward so that Nur lost his balance and fell into the abyss.
"Yahoooooooo!!!!!"
I screamed loudly at the sight of my son falling into the abyss. For some reason, I tried to run to get close to the position of the two of them, but I was like running on the spot. I was confused, I suggested to myself that this was just a dream. I thought I might wake up from my sleep, but I didn't wake up. Even this time the man wearing the capil turned towards me. It slowly approaches. I held my breath as I felt I was going to face the person who pushed my son into the abyss.
"Here you! Why are you pushing my son? I'll push you into the abyss too!" I shouted with emotion and courage.
"Why am I so brave? Is it because it's just a dream, huh? But why can't I wake up from this dream?"
The man is getting closer to me. My mistress is not shrinking at all. Then in my chest came a sense of revenge against him for pushing my son. I actually wanted to walk up to that person, too, but I couldn't. I can only walk in places. It made me believe it was all just a dream.
My nyaliku who had originally risen, suddenly shrieked when the man with the capil-shaped hat was only a few meters away in front of me. This time I could clearly see the figure that had pushed my son into the abyss. It turned out that the man in the capillaries was the man who had appeared mysteriously several times before me.
"SIR HANDOKO!!!!" I cried weakly when the man was standing right in front of me. Meanwhile, his hand had been raised as high as my shoulder. What he did was exactly what he did to Nur. His strong hands were trying to push my body into the abyss. I thrashed and defended myself, unfortunately the thrust was too strong for me.
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