MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
THIRD SEASON: PROLOG
Today I was really tired after a day of serving consumers in the boutique that we purposely built on the front of the house. This boutique was purposely built with a house because I wanted to take care of it myself. Alhamdulillah during these two years the business undertaken by Mas Diki is growing rapidly. Yu Darmi's late-life clothing stand developed into a wholesale center for medium-quality clothing that was handled directly by Siti, a senior employee of the late Yu Darmi.
In order to reach the upper middle class consumers, we deliberately built a boutique that sells special edition clothes. Mas Diki actually did not agree if I had to plunge myself in this boutique. But I insisted on him. I told you that owning a boutique was my teenage dream. As expected, Mas Diki will not stand my whining.
"Sik, I don't want you to be tired. Mas wants to hold the baby again," said Mas Diki.
"This one is just there. It's big, Mas. Shame on the neighbors, the new age has another child now," I replied.
"Ngapain ashamed, Brother? Lah wong, who has our son, who wants to feed us too, right?" mas Diki Protest.
"That's shame, Mom. Nur is a teenager, in a few years Nur will get married and we will have grandchildren. The time of our son's same grandson is a little distance. Ntar said our neighbors are not supposed to take care of grandchildren, so have another baby," I replied ngasal.
"Well, Nur is still in second grade High School. Still want cookies, keep working, keep getting married and have grandchildren. It took a long time, you know. Our son is going to be in a big hustle" protested Mas Diki.
"No need ... Don't want .. Anyway I don't want to have any more children," I whine.
"Yes already if Dik Sinta does not want to have any more children, what if Mas Diki has his son from a new wife?" fashion Mas Diki.
"Whataaaaaa?" I glared in anger.
"Well, don't you want to get pregnant again? Yes forced to be ..," replied Mas Diki.
Immediately I jeweled his ears strong.
"God, Dik ... Ampuuuuuun ...," cried Mas Diko because of my ears jeweled.
Mas Diki no longer participate in maintaining stores in the market or boutiques at home. Mas Diki concentrated more on product stock and marketing. So, everyday he is a lot outside the house even outside the city. Maybe that's why Nur did not come to have a sister when we did not do the KB program.
After closing the boutique, I immediately took a shower to refresh my body. Today Nur had karate at his school, so he came home late. The boy has been active in many activities since High School. While waiting for Mas Diki and Nur to come home, I also prepared cooking for them. Merely vegetable stir-fries and fried food are both their favorite foods. In fact, they can run out up to three plates at a time, especially if they run out of karate or run out of town like tonight.
Not until magrib, the dish was ready to be served on the table. After performing the Magrib prayer, I somehow felt lazy to read the Qur'an as usual. I prefer to sleep on the bed. My mind drifted to a time when there was still Clara living in front of my house.
"Where did Clara and Arman go? I didn't think Arman was married to Clara. Hopefully they can take good care of Riki. Aamiiin ..," I said in my heart.
TING TONG'S
Suddenly the bell rang.
"Who, these magribs come to visit? Is that Mas Diki or Nur?" I thought in my heart.
I rushed to the front door to open it. There are two women I know very well.
"Assalamualaikum ..," they said.
"Waalaikumsalam ..," I replied.
"Oh Allah, Buleeeek .... Budeeeee ...," I cried in surprise after learning that it was my mother's older brother and sister.
"Nw, Nduk ... Now that you are a rich man it turns out," Bulek said while hugging me.
"It's normal, Bulek," I replied calmly.
"Ojo lali sedekahe yes, Nduk," said Bude while hugging me.
"God willing, Bude," I replied.
Bulek Darsih is my mother's sister who works as an owner of several schools. She was about six years old with my mother. While Bude Yati is an ordinary housewife and her age distance is only three years adrift with my mother.
"Wow, wes can nawari now, huh? In the past when you were still cool, let alone milk, tea is not sweet," protested Bulek.
"Duh, this Bulek ... Thank God, all thanks to the prayers of Bulek and Bude as well. Now anyway, it's still nothing, but thank God if it's a matter of eating or drinking, God willing," I replied calmly.
"I'm just mineral water, Nduk," Bude replied.
"I'm milk coffee, Nduk!" shouting Bulek.
"What's the sweet milk coffee, Bulek?" my many.
"Again, Nduk," replied Bulek
"Wait a minute, Nggih, Bude ... Bulek ...," I said.
I also prepared drinks for both of them. Not until five minutes, the drink I had brought to the living room and we also chatted at length until almost Isya. The point is Bulek invited us to a new home buying event next week.
"Sin, we go home first, huh?" bulek.
"Greetings are the same with Diki and Nur" said Bude.
"Aggregate, Bulek ... Bude .. thank you for your presence. Don't play here, " I said.
"Don't forget, yes, come next week. Bring your husband and son!" bulek.
"God willing, Bulek," I replied.
I drove them both to the front porch. They came to my house in a car owned by Bulek. Bulek is famous for having abundant wealth. Although she was only a widow, her life was never lacking. Even in my family, Bulek Darsih is arguably the most valuable.
"Dada, Sinta!!!" bulek shouted from behind the wheel.
"Yes, Bulek .. thanks ... caution ... Thanks Bude-"
"Oh my God!!!" I screamed in surprise when the car driven by my mother's two brothers drove away from my house. At first glance, when I waved to the two of them, I did not just see the figure of Bulek Darsih and Bude Yati who were in the car, either, unless there is a large body sitting next to Bude. Because of that, I tried to contact both of them, but not raised.
"What's up, Sinta?" ask Bude through Whatsapp application after his number is active.
"Bude's healthy?" I retaliated.
"healthy. Why, Nduk?" reply Bude.
"Where is Bude now?" ask again.
"There's at home. Habi salat Isha. It's going to bed" Bude replied.
"Allah ... Have a good rest, yes, Bude ...," I reply.
"Okay," Bude replied.
I didn't tell Bude what I saw. I think I just saw it wrong. Until the next day I got a call from his son Bude Yati that Bude Yati had a heart attack and died.
"Oh my God!!!" I screamed in surprise.
I was reminded of the big creepy figure who was sitting next to Bude last night.
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