MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
CHAPTER 14: THE DISASTER
Towards the magrib, Mas Diki came with Nur. After the shower, I interviewed them.
"Cock till the afternoon, Mum?" my many.
"Yes, Brother. I repaired the car first" replied Mas Diki kalem.
"Well, what's the car, Mas?" manya curious.
"Come, Sister. As I run out of the market, I want to remove the car from the parking lot turned out to be the brakes blong. Fortunately at that time I was slowly walking so it was not until nubruk. Finally, I called Mamat, our subscription workshop. It took a long time for Mamat to fix it so I was late to pick Nur up to his school," replied Mas Diki.
"Oh Allah, how come the blong, Mas, the Rem? Didn't you check the car before?" ask me with a surprised tone.
"Well, that's it I'm also confused, brother. A week ago, right, his car was in full service, even though the brake was too late. Fortunately Allah SWT still gives salvation for me," replied Mas Diki.
"We should not service there again, Mas, if it happens like this" I reply.
"Come, Sister. As far as I know the place we served yesterday was very good service. We've been there for a few months. Just this time, right, like this?" mas Diki said.
"Or is there someone who is not well-meaning to Mas Diki?" I asked.
"Who, Sister? I don't think I have any enemies" replied Mas Diki.
"Maybe a business rival?" my many.
"Ah, it is impossible for them to be that determined. Maybe it's just our slobbery, brother. Or maybe we are less alms so reprimanded with this disaster," replied Mas Diki.
"Yes already, Mas. Next time be careful, yeah!" I said.
"Yes, Dik" replied Mas Diki.
Shortly thereafter, neighbors came to pray for Bude Yati's late wife. Seen among the rows of guests, Mr. RT shook hands with Mas Diki who greeted him in the entrance yard with Mas Vishnu. Whether I saw it wrong or it was normal, Mr. RT seemed to deliberately grip Mas Diki's hand firmly when they shook hands. I had seen Mas Diki grimacing before he finally smiled at Mr. RT. Maybe something like that is one way of joking among men. I don't know ...
When all the guests came, mothers who happened to have succeeded in cleaning all the kitchen work were sitting around talking and observing the fathers who were cross-legged on the carpet that was deliberately held on the floor and in the yard.
"Til, is your husband tumben coming?" sedu Bu Dibyo.
"Yes, Mom. Maybe he doesn't have money anymore so come back here. Not dare to puoang to his mistress' house," replied Sister Srintil ketus.
"You're really, Til. Model guy just like that you keep it!" said Bu Dibyo spicy.
"Sorry, Miss Dibyo. We are sinners if we influence a wife to ask for a divorce from her husband" said Ms. Ning.
"Yes, Sister Ning. But, I can see Srintil myself. Her husband's time was like that for her. After all, even though I frothy asked Srintil to leave her husband, the proof is that Srintil does not want to release Mas Joyonya at all. Isn't that right, Til?" insist Bu Dibyo.
"It's not so, Miss Dibyo. I really don't have much respect for my husband. But, I pity the children will lose the father figure," replied Sister Srintil seriously.
"Here, Til. Your husband will again sit down with Mr. RT. Look carefully, which one can be a role model father for your children? Mr RT what is Mas Joyomu? Look out don't bring anu again, eh ... moustache again, you know?" insist Bu Dibyo.
"Bu Dibyo this really betroth me the same Mr RT? If Bu Dibyo likes it, why not Bu Dibyo himself who is married to Mr RT?" protested Sister Srintil who was greeted with a smile by me and Ms. Ning. We do not dare to laugh out loud for fear of disrupting the solemnity of the way of prayer together.
"Dive you this, Til? Does my husband want to be accompanied?" protest Bu Dibyo.
"The same, Mom. My husband wants to be accompanied?" pasak Mbak Srintil's.
"Huh, Miss Dibyo deh like crazy like Mr RT? I am ordinary" replied Sister Srintil.
"No need to be a hypocrite, Til. You're hot cold right if you see Mr RT?" insist Bu Dibyo.
"No, Mom. I'm the same as RT. There are more make me greget and cold heat when near it. I want to marry this man" replied Sister Srintil with a smile.
"Who, Til? Watch you talk about Mas Vishnu again, later to be mocked you are the same Ma'am Ning," threatened Bu Dibyo.
"Not Mas Vishnu, I mean," replied Mbak Srintil with a smile.
"Who, if not Vishnu? Diki Mas?" asked Bu Dibyo curious.
"Awas you were caught with Sinta ma'am loh?" threaten Bu Dibyo again.
"No, really," replied Sister Srintil kalem.
"Who would it be if it wasn't the two of them?" asked Bu Dibyo curious.
"Promise not to be angry, huh?" ask Sister Srintil.
"Yes. Take it easy," replied Ms. Dibyo reassured Ms. Srintil.
"These men made me a clamp, ma'am. If hugged by this man it feels as exorbitant as it looks," replied Sister Srintil.
"Who is that, Til? insist Bu Dibyo.
" His face was ringing in my mind, Mom," replied Sister Srintil.
"Yes. Who is he, Til?" urged Bu Dibyo curious.
"Here, I whisper, Mom!" call Sister Srintil while pulling Bu Dibyo's neck near her mouth.
"Who the hell, Til? asked Bu Dibyo could not take it anymore.
Before whispering to Bu Dibyo, Sister Srintil smiled at me and Ms. Ning. The two of us looked at each other and guessed whose name would be whispered into Bu Dibyo's ear. If you look at the gelagatbya, it looks like Sister Srintil will prank Bu Dibyo.
" Come on, Til, Cepetan. Geli loh your smelling mouth is near my tekinga," protested Bu Dibyo.
"Even, the ears are just chirping, until Mom," replied Sister Srintil.
"Sir, the man I hope to be my best imam is Mr. Agung" Mbak Srintil said in a serious tone.
"J-A-M-X-X ye, Tiiiiiil," cried Bu Dibyo with a voice still held after hearing her husband's name called by Sister Srintil.
This time Ms. Srintil can reply to Bu Dibyo's joke in a landslide.
SERIATE
Sorry for the old update, it turns out the effect of the vaccine makes it often sleepy. He he ... Healthy greetings to everyone.