MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
CHAPTER 2 PREMONITION
After returning from the house of Bude Yati, I, Mas Diki, and Nur chose to stop by first at a food stall that is quite famous because we are already really hungry. Imagine, since the morning blind we only ate a piece of raisin sandwich each that I happened to find in the refrigerator before the three of us left for Bude Yati's house to be filial. Understandably, Nur and I both avoided food for the salvation of death. If Mas Diki was used to not eating if we both did not eat. Solidarity, he said. Huh ... He is really a sweet husband for me.
"Why didn't you eat, Mom?" I asked Mas Diki who greedily ate pecel rice with a dish of fish we ordered just now.
"People have no appetite, brother. Moreover, it was the house of Bude Yati that many have to work. Yes, it is not thought to eat, deh," replied Mas Diki after chewing the rice in his mouth.
"That's good, huh, Mas?" I asked Mas diki while gulping water in a glass.
"Yes, Brother. I got it 2 times, huh?" answer Mas Diki.
"He he ... Be careful to be guarded sugar so as not to rise again," I said.
"No, Sister. God willing, I am healthy" he replied.
"Healthy .. healthy. If your sugar goes up again, when will it be that day?" my protest.
"When is the day?" gumam Mas Diki's.
"Yes, the one you just came home from Solo," I replied while reminding my husband of the moment I meant.
"Hm .... Yes ... Yes I remember now. It was a tired mas, brother. How many days in Solo. It's not because your blood sugar is going up like you thought" Mas Diki protested.
"When that time I fit the same kangen Mas. It's even just a moment," I said in a slightly seductive tone to my husband.
"OK, tonight, yeah, instead of that time?" threaten Mas Diki while whispering in my ear.
"Ih, this Mas Diki. Don't know we're in a place where people talk like that. If anyone hears, how?" my protest.
"Eatya, do not like to mash Mas Diki," he said.
"He he ... Uh, Nur kok long, yes, behind him?" ask my husband.
"Away from him again BAB. I don't know our son. After every meal, no waiting long enough to urinate," replied Mas Diki.
"Yes, ...," I replied with a smile.
Just now we stopped talking, suddenly came two mothers dressed as teachers. They both sit next to me.
"Have you heard yet? Last night Ms. Mariska crushed her lungs" said the woman who had a smaller body size.
"How come I'm thinking weird, huh?" said a bigger woman.
"What do you think, Mom?" ask a smaller woman.
"This. I think, really, every year our teacher is sick or dead. And by chance, the one who got sick or died was a trustee of the foundation" said the big-bodied person.
"Ah, maybe it's a coincidence, ma'am. May Miss Mariska be well soon. Aamiiin," answered the small-bodied woman.
Unfortunately, I was just preoccupied with listening to the conversation of the two of them, suddenly Nur came and invited us directly home.
"Go home, yuk, ma'am ... Mr. ..," said Nur.
"Why? Don't you want to eat it again?" ask me at Nur.
"Not really, Mom. I'm gonna rush to get home. It's tired of the body Nur, Mom," replied my son.
"Yes, that's it. Come on, let's go home! Excuse me, Ma'am!" I held my broom to the two women next to me.
"Yes, Ma'am," the two women replied while correcting their sitting position.
As I passed next to the two female teachers, I accidentally saw the thick book cover held by one of them.
"WAS THE TRUST OF THE 3??" I scream in my heart.
I memorized the name because it was the name of the school that was always used by Bulek Darsih. The only difference is the numbers behind it.
"Yes, Mother. Why?" ask the thinner woman.
"It's okay, really. Just asking questions is very familiar with the name of the school," I replied carelessly.
"Yes, Mom. In this city we opened several branches with the same name" he replied innocently.
"Thank you, yeah. We say goodbye first. Assalamu'alaikum," said I.
"Waalikumsalam" the two of them answered.
After that the three of us continued the journey that was only half. In the car I still remember the conversation of the two teachers in the lwmbaga belonging to Bulek Darsih. My brain was wildly thinking and remembering the events that befell Bude Darsih.
"May they all get sick and die from the same cause? What happened to Bulek Darsih?" I thought in my heart.
"What's up, Brother?" reprimand Mas Diki suddenly.
"It's okay, kok, Mas," I replied lying.
"Nothing, why did you just?" ask Mas Diki again.
"Hm .. I was just exhausted, Mas" I replied.
"Aren't you lying?" mas Diki Urge.
"Yes, Mas. Why would I lie?" my protest.
"Yes, who knows ..," replied Mas Diki.
*
"Nduuuuk ...," someone's voice called my name.
"Who?" my yelling.
There is no voice of law.
"Nduuuuk ...," the voice of the call was heard again.
If I hear it well, I seem to poult with that voice.
"But it is impossible ..," I speak in my heart.
"Who?" I shouted as I walked out of the room where I rested after a long trip from Bude Yati's house.
"Oh my God, why does the voice look like Bude Yati's? Isn't Bude Yati dead?" No way! I must have heard wrong!" I spoke to myself as I moved closer to that voice.
"Help me, Nduuuk!!!" the sound was getting clearer from the direction of the living room.
My heart was beating fast and my blood was wheezing. But, I still stepped towards the living room as an approximation of the direction of the source of the sound. As I walked my brain kept thinking that there must be a logical reason why the voice of the call could be so similar to the voice of Bude Yati.
Just now I convinced myself that it was just another person's voice that happened to sound similar because I was still thinking about Bude Yati, it turned out that I saw just the opposite. In the living room where I hosted Bude Yati and Bulek Darsih last night, I saw Bude Yati standing behind me. His posture was completely exactly the same as Bude Yati's. Until I was surprised too.
"Budeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!" I screamed trembling and was enveloped in fear.
"Yahoooooooooo!!!! Nuuuurr!!!" I screamed with all my might, but the sound of my screams did not come out, only stuck in my esophagus.
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