MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
CHAPTER 6: NOT CALM
The existence of Sister Srintil in the kitchen of Sister Ning brings its own aura and makes the atmosphere more alive and not boring. Salut was also long with the syntactical woman. In a state of heart that is in such a state of turmoil, Sister Srintil can still smile and make the people around her entertained.
"Til, what has your husband come yet?" asked Bu Dibyo while slicing the seasoning.
"If it's Friday to Sunday don't ask Mas Joyo, Mom. He will not go home because he has to take care of his project" replied Mbak Srintil.
"What project, Til?" ask Bu Dibyo again.
"Project for another child, ma'am. Ordinary, new wife," replied Sister Srintil lightly.
"Loh, how are you, Til ... Til ... husband married again why is there no trouble?" protest Bu Dibyo.
"How difficult are you, Miss Dibyo? Well, it's delicious, I don't need to cook much on Friday to Saturday. Just cooking half a kilo is enough for me with Sakha, our son," replied Sister Srintil lightly.
"But, the money's shopping good, right?" ask Bu Dibyo again.
"Beh, don't ask if money's shopping, ma'am. Since marriage, Mas Joyo gave me the opportunity to be more independent. I mean I am not given any shopping money at all" replied Mbak Srintil in a joking tone.
"Duh, this piye of yours, Til? Kok, yes, they just have men in the worship of people," said Bu Dibyo.
"Well, what do I have to do, Mom? Should I scream or run around the stadium? Tired my dong?" mba Srintil.
"Why don't you try to hit your husband's mistress, Til? Kayak on TV-TV that?" ask Bu Dibyo again.
"Well, suppose I run over, Mas Joyo even defended his new wife, I'm ashamed of it, Mom?" kilah Mba Srintil.
"That's business later, Til? The important thing is that you can pull the woman's hair, right, good?" cerocos Bu Dibyo's.
"Let wes, Mom. I'm tired of messing with Mas Joyo. It could be crazy for me to think about him continue" replied Sister Srintil.
"Keen your husband's affair, Til. You don't have any plans to poison them?" button Bu Dibyo.
"If they die, what?" ask Sister Srintil.
"Well, isn't that the goal, Til?" ask Ms. Dibyo.
"No wes, ma'am rat poison is expensive. Mending money does not fill gas cylinders. It's good to cook for a week" replied Sister Srintil.
"Duh, Tiii .... Tiiil .. Is that what you count? By the way why is your husband cheating on you? At most your wobble is less well, Til?" ledek Bu Dibyo's.
"Loh, don't underestimate my wobble, ma'am. From the wobble of clutter to the wobble of broken I can loh," replied Srintil did not want to lose.
"Well, if you're a rocking pinter, how could your husband run into someone else's arms?" ask Ms. Dibyo.
"Maybe Mas Joyo isn't strong with my wobble, Mom. So he nyari who swayed a little calm," replied Mbak Srintil while practicing his dribbling style dangdut biduan who used to travel from village to village.
I who watched the scene of Sister Srintil practicing her death wobble could not bear to not laugh.
"If your wobble is like it's appropriate Mas Joyo ran away to another woman, Sister Srintil ..," said Ms. Ning who had just come out of her room.
"Who told you to shake here, Til? You like making this up?" protest Bu Dibyo who feel awkward with the host.
"Well, what was that, Miss Dibyo?" protest of Sister Srintil.
"It ... Already ... do not need to scramble! Later do not ask joget both of them even if you do not want to stop fighting," shouted Mbak Ning to relieve the situation.
After working for several hours in the kitchen, finally the cuisine for the event later that night was ready to be served.
"Where are the people, Ma'am?" I asked Ms. Ning after Zuhur's prayer because I didn't see anyone in the kitchen.
"They just came home, Dik when you had the Zuhur prayer just now," replied Mbak Ning as he placed the newly glazed plate on the table.
"They'll come again, right?" my many.
"Yes, Brother. Usually, they have come back here again," replied Ms. Ning.
"Bak, where's the moringa tree ahead? Bude used to ask me for his branch to be planted here? Last time I saw the tree grow well, now why not?" cerocos.
"Oh, that moringa tree? It's been a long time, Sister" replied Sister Ning.
"Well, how can you die? Should I flush something? Because the moringa tree in my house even grew in bloom. Moringa trees are harvested more often the leaves, the more flourishing," I said.
"Yes. The tree died about a month ago. At that time Bulek Darsih came here to ask for branches of moringa trees he said he wanted to be planted. Same mother was told to take her own in front. In fact, maybe because the tree was shaken or somehow because of what, since then the tree has withered ... withered and eventually died," replied Sister Ning.
"Duh, the mother, Ma'am. Moringa leaves are good for health and the moringa tree can resist magic," I replied.
"Yes, Mom, I've heard that too. If you come here again, please bring another branch of Moringa wood, Dik. Let me plant it again in front of the dead moringa tree," whined Ms. Ning.
"Okay, ready, ma'am," I replied.
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That day I was planning to stay at Madam Ning's house. At five in the afternoon Mas Diki came with Nur to attend the tahlilan event. Mas Diki did tell me to pick up Nur and my husband did as I asked. And it looks like Nur also went with Mas Diki around to his other shops.
"Sir Ning, can we stay here tonight?" tanyaku.
"really? Of course I am happy if Dik Sinta wants to stay here. But, yes, this is how it is. Not as comfortable at home as Dik Sinta," replied Ms. Ning.
"Just the same, Ma'am," I said.
That night we stayed in that house. Ten o'clock in the night everyone was asleep. I'm the only one who can't sleep. I don't find it easy to live in a new place. Suddenly I felt a stomachache and wanted to poop. I stepped over Mas Diki's body and got off the bed. Mas Diki and I slept in the front room, while Nur slept in the back room with Ikbal. To go to the bathroom I had to pass through two rooms, namely Mbak Ning's room and Bude Yati's former room.
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