MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
CHAPTER 1 THE DARSIH BULEK
That morning we and our family went straight to Bude Yati's house. Grocery stores in the market remain operational because Siti already exists as a manager, while boutiques at home are certainly closed. Mas Diki also stopped going to Solo to meet the master craftsman, and Nur was also allowed not to enter the school.
Fortunately I still had time to bathe Bude Yati's body at that time. There were several bruises on Bude Yati's stomach and chest. I can't bear to see Bude Yati's body like that. I still can't believe that Bude Yati has to leave so soon even though last night he was still healthy when he went to my house. I didn't expect it to turn out last night was Bude's last visit to my house.
"Did Bude have high blood before, Sister Ning?" I asked Bude Yati's daughter who in the early hours of this day to inform me by phone.
"No, Mr. Sin. My mother was normal blood. At most he was if it fit even low blood fatigue. Tau himself, right, how did the mother not really like high-fat food? Like vegetables or fruit," replied Sister Ning Bude Yati's eldest son.
"Why can you have a stroke, Mommy?" manya curious.
"Come, Ma'am. I also do not understand. At midnight my husband heard my mother's voice calling. But his voice is unclear. My husband woke me up. When I woke up, I saw his face was not symmetrical. Mother groaned in pain in her chest and stomach. If you remember that I don't have the heart, Dik Sin. My hustle and husband took my mother to the hospital, but she died before we got to the hospital" Ms Ning said with tears breaking.
"Patience, yes, Ma'am. God willing Bude is a future inhabitant of heaven. He is a good person and very dear to his family," I said as I stroked Ms. Ning's shoulders.
"Thank you, Dik Sin," replied Sister Ning.
"You shouldn't talk about it anymore, Sin. Poor Ning even so keep in mind the same mother," interrupted Bulek Darsih suddenly.
"Eh, Bulek Darsih. When's coming?" greet Sister Ning.
"Sorry, I just came, Ning. The road was jammed earlier," replied Bulek Darsih.
"Yes, it's okay, Bulek. The important thing is that the funeral went well" replied Ms. Ning.
"Some of your mother's debt of two million doesn't have to be paid, Ning. Saua has been sincere," said Bulek Darsih again.
"Don't do it, Bulek. Let me pay later, Bulek. But not now. Wait to finish seven days," replied Mbak Ning.
"It has. Forgetit. Consider it my donation to your mother's salvation. Pity your husband if he has to pay. I know how much your husband earns, right?" bulek said again.
"It's okay, Bulek. Later, God willing I will try to repay him," replied Mbak Ning.
"You don't have to wonder why, anyway, Ning? Just like your husband, did not ask to come to work to help me do not even want. If you keep ngeyel, later I will not come here again," said bulek with a sniffy voice.
"Superior. Thank you for the kindness of Bulek Darsih," replied Ms. Ning.
"Well. No need to care for parents" replied Bulek Darsih.
I held onto Mbak Ning's thigh to code him to be more patient against Bulek Darsih whose talk was a bit rude.
"This does not add a little for diving," said Bulek Darsih again while thrusting the envelope into the hands of Mbak Ning.
"Congratulations, Bulek ... Shampoo ...There has been a lot given by Bulek," said Mbak Ning.
"Of course, take it. There are many needs of the patient. How much did you lose, Sin? Mbakmu iki. Gini-Gini, he's also your brother. Don't just ponakane Diki that you open. Care also your own brother," said bulek again. This time his talk was directed at me.
I was actually surprised to get a bad talk from my bull. But, I've memorized his habits. It's only sweet when there's Bude next to it. But, now that Bude is gone, his rude way of speaking is back again.
"Excellent, Bulek, sampun," I replied calmly.
"Don't be pardoned! Thank you very well what not? Don't just be that. I heard you paid for cookies and your husband's niece's school, huh?" bulek said with a tone higher than before.
"Not so, Bulek. Mas Diki's nephew has a business heritage that happens to be his profit sharing status with Mas Diki. After all, Mas Diki's niece is also my niece, right?" kalem answered.
"No need to teach bulek if it is a business like that. Your dog is old. I've eaten more salt acid than you did the kid yesterday afternoon. Bulek just ngingetin, do not be a rich man who is stingy. Especially to your brother," said bulek with a sharp tone.
"Ning, where's your sister?" ask bulek then.
"There's a back, Bulek," replied Sister Ning.
"Call there. I'd like to take you to your mother's grave" said Bulek.
"Yes, Bulek. I'll call for a moment" replied Ms. Ning.
"Monggo, please drink the water first, Bulek and eat the cake," said Mbak Ning again.
"Yes" said bulek.
Ms. Ning did not offer me anything to eat or drink because she already knew that I was avoiding the dishes of the dead.
"Ikbaaaaal, get out first, Dik. Bulek Darsih asked for antherin to the grave," said Ms. Ning.
Shortly after, a high-statured, pin-statured teenage figure came out from his room.
"Duh, the handsome ponakan bulek," said Bulke Darsih as soon as he saw his sister Mbak Ning named Ikbal come out of the room.
Ikbal immediately shook hands with Bulek Darsih and also with me.
"Do you want to take the bullek to ibumj's tomb?" ask bulek.
Ikbal just nodded without a sound.
"Come by now, you're in a hurry. There was business with the teachers at his school Bulek," Bulek Darsih said later.
Ikbal immediately got up and drove Bulek Darsih to his mother's grave leaving us both to continue the conversation.
"Sik, don't be taken heart, yes, Bulek Darsih's talk," said Mbak Ning after the death of his younger brother and bulek.
"No, Ma'am. Bulek Darsih, that's it," I replied.
"But it wasn't like that, was it?" mbak Ning said.
"Hus! We want our own aunt's gosipin?" my word.
"Really, Brother. It used to be a while before it was as rich as it is now. When her husband was alive, the man was friendly and non-difficult? Since the era of twisting, I was often afraid when I met the bullek, Dik Sin. Now that it's pain, it's impossible, am I avoiding it?" mbak Ning said.
"It ... Already ... It is not good to talk about people, especially your own brother. Excuse me to go home first. It looks like Nur and Mas Diki have finished the funeral equipment in front," said I.
"Where are you going, brother? Not staying over?" mbak Ning said.
"Tomorrow, huh, Ma'am? If there is time. After all, if you stay the first night, it means you have to stay until the seventh night, right?" my word.
"Yes too, anyway. Careful, huh, Ma'am? Thanks for coming," said Ms. Ning.
After shaking hands, the three of us went home.
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