Room No.11B
Part. 60

The coffee in our cup had run out, the night was getting late. The atmosphere became quiet since the last group of fathers resigned. Dini and Ela entered the room.

"Kang Ujang see Bang Oji don't you?" my many.

He looked all over the side of the hostel.

"Oh yes, I did not see Bang Oji from earlier. Where ya?" kang Ujang Sahut.

"I asked Kang Ujang. The last time I saw him was this afternoon at the funeral of Mbak Wati."

"Maybe a break due to deck soybean. Or again there is a work schedule, Bang Oji is not necessarily working." said Kang Ujang.

"Kang, so what is the fate of Nyai Asih next?" ask me to fish for Kang Ujang to continue his story.

"Oh yes, I want to continue the story. So gini.."

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That morning Nyai Asih came out of his room. His face was as pale as cotton. His body looks weak. He walked slowly, even very slowly.

"Where are you going?" ask the mother who immediately memapah Nyai Asih.

"I want to sit in front of the tea, the air outside seems fresh" replied Nyai Asih.

Mom helped nyai walk to the porch of the house. Then nyai asked for help so that the rocking chair in the living room was moved to the terrace. Dad lifted the rocking chair, it looked heavy and sturdy because it was made of teak wood.

Nyai Asih sat looking into the yard, looking at the flowers that seemed to bloom, looking at the beetles that flew up and over, looking at the leaves that moved in the wind, looking at the trees that were shining in the sunlight.

Mother brought a glass of warm tea and boiled cassava to nyai, put tea and a plate of cassava on a round table beside a rocking chair. Just now the cassava was placed on the table, suddenly Nyai Asih vomited. He said his stomach was nauseous smelling the smell of boiled cassava, and asked mom to get rid of the cassava.

Bi Tati has not returned from the spell. Mom took her job to cook this morning. Dad was busy watering plants, he did not want plants and flowers beloved Nyai Asih look withered and not fresh.

"Mang Engkus," he called out to father.

"I nyai." Dad put a bucket of water, dried his wet hands on the shirt, then approached Nyai Asih.

Dad sat down on the floor right next to Nyai Asih.

"How long has the boss been away on duty? Does Mang Engkus know?" ask nyai.

"It's been two weeks. What's wrong?" ask dad.

"What's wrong. Juragan is still two weeks away from the mang." said Nyai Asih, his face depicts longing mixed with sadness.

"Is there anything you need again?" ask dad.

"There is no mang. Thank you." he replied as he flashed a smile to my father.

Father also resumed his work to take care of plants owned by Nyai Asih. Fertilize in each pot, killing the weeds that grow around the plant.

Bi Tati also came, carrying a brown paper package tied to a rope. He came in a hurry, and immediately approached Nyai Asih who was sitting relaxed in a rocking chair. The wind was blowing lightly, adding fresh air this morning.

"Where's Teh Tati from?" ask Nyai Asih slowly.

"Is that really a cure for appetite?" ask Nyai Asih.

"Fine, make yes for nyai." Bi Tati offers.

Nyai Asih nodded limply, his head leaning against the back of the rocking chair. Bi Tati rushed into the kitchen making herbs from the mantri. Before long Bi Tati returned with mother, carrying a cup filled with herbs. The aroma of herbs and spices sting, the color is deep brown, looks so thick when stirred.

"The mango in leueut. Insa Aloh can make appetite." Bi Tati thrusting the cup with a smile.

(please drink)

At first, I was hesitant to drink it. Maybe because the aroma of the spice is quite pungent, finally nyai covered his nose, then with one breath he finished the herbs without remaining. Bi Tati gave a glass of water as a neutralizer, the mother just watched silently.

"Alhamdulillah. Mantri said, the clock will react half an hour after drinking. So nyai wait ya. I cook it first."

Nyai nodded again. Bi Tati walked quickly towards the kitchen in the follow mother. They are back cooking, Bi Tati looks very impatient waiting for the effects of herbal medicine that has been drunk Nyai Asih, he can not wait to get praise from nyai. His delusion to the far ahead, Bi Tati received praise also from the boss and in the end raised his wages, he smiled while slicing onions.

Mom is busy frying fish, Bi Tati making vegetable spinach. Until finally their concentration and busyness collapsed after Nyai Asih called. Left their jobs to fulfill their vocation.

"I nyai." said Bi Tati with breath gasping as a result of running from the kitchen to the terrace of the house.

"What's wrong?" ask the mother whose breath is also breathless.

"Feel it ripe? I'm hungry for tea." said Nyai Asih.

The face of Bi Tati and the mother of sumringah, herbs given mantri manjur. Their smiles were wide, especially Bi Tati's smile, it was impatient to get compliments from nyai and juragan.

"It's just getting ripe soon. Is he going to eat?" ask mother.

"Let's wake up. Nyai just wait at the dining table, after ripe can directly eat." Bi Tati immediately helped her wake up from the rocking chair, she could not hide her excitement.

Bi Tati and mother turned their heads towards the dining table. The father who was working in the yard also heard Nyai Asih say hungry.

Rice and side dishes are served, Bi Tati and mother seem busy arranging the dining table. For a long time they had not seen Nyai Asih bribing rice since the beginning of her pregnancy, there was a longing that could not be explained. Bi Tati scoops rice for nyai, just one spoon. Mom crept the side dish. They both waited for the moment to bribe the rice. Nyai took a piece of fried fish meat, scooping a piece of spinach vegetables. His tablespoon dug up the rice on the plate, and moved slowly towards the mouth. Bi Tati and mother held hands together, her face implying an infinite joy.

Until finally, a spoon of rice entered the mouth of nyai. Nyai slowly chewed, his eyes closed enjoying each chew of rice, he had not eaten for a long time. It really feels more delicious when the food is swallowed. Her eyes opened, Bi Tati and mother waited for her comment impatiently.

"Where's nyai?" ask mother.

"Nya's son?" Bi Tati snatched.

"Not good?" mother asked back.

"Want to vomit?" Bi Tati asked.

Nyai nodded, she smiled sweetly. Very sweet.

"No nausea tea. Tasty." nyai.

Bi Tati and mother cheered happily until jumping, like winning a race between countries. Smile looking from the terrace outside the house. Seeing her return to eating after two weeks struggling with nausea and wanting to vomit is a boon. We proved to be very dear to our boss.