Room No.11B
Part. 78

Tonight all bowed lethargic, Mr. Thamrin was not going home from duty from out of town, just a letter he sent to his wife, Nyai Asih.

Nyai sat in a rocking chair, holding a white envelope. Bi Tati came to bring her a cup of warm tea, then sat on the floor with mom. Nyai Asih looks no appetite to see the tea made by Bi Tati.

"Why isn't the envelope open?" ask Bi Tati.

Nyai Asih was silent, her cheeks wet with tears. Yes, tears of deep longing. Her eyes were puffy, but her beautiful face did not decrease in the least.

"I'm afraid of tea" she said softly. He stared blankly at the ceiling of the house.

"What is she afraid of?" mother asked.

"I'm afraid, if the contents of this letter convey bad news for me tea." he replied, then he sobbed back.

Mother and Bi Tati looked at each other, they could not bear to see her life dissolved in sadness just because of a letter that did not know the contents of the news.

"Maybe not bad news. Try to open it, and read it." ask mom.

"Nyai beetle, maybe the boss is waiting for a reply from nyai there, after nyai read it. Open the nyai." continued Bi Tati.

Nyai wiped the tears that soaked her cheeks. Advice from the mother and Bi Tati seems to move the heart of Nyai Asih to immediately open the envelope and read the contents of the letter from her beloved husband.

He ripped off the end of the envelope, took out a piece of paper from inside the envelope, and then read the contents of the letter. Mother and Bi Tati were seen pounding waiting for an explanation of the contents of the letter. Nyai Asih had finished reading a letter from Mr. Thamrin, he again sobbed. Mom and Bi Tati looked panicked.

"Hey, what's the content of the letter?" ask mother.

"What did the master say?" Bi Tati added.

He didn't answer, he just cried.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Bi Tati was worried. "What's the same as nyai?" Bi Tati continued asking.

"Teh, the boss didn't come home today. His task is added another month." replied Nyai Asih while as you pleased. "I miss the tea" he continued.

Bi Tati stood up and rubbed her shoulders, trying to calm down. He hugged Bi Tati. "I miss the tea boss." cried roaring as he said. "I miss the juries."

The day had become gray since the letter that father gave to Nyai Asih. Tonight, I have no appetite. The food cooked by Bi Tati was untouched on the dining table, as well as the herbs that had been made. Nyai just locked himself in the room, while continuing to say longs with the photographer.

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"What is the fate of Nyai kang?" my many.

"The next day he just stayed in the room, Bi Tati knocked on her door to deliver food, but there was no answer from nyai." said Kang Ujang.

"The afternoon came out of the room, after Bi Tati said that she had to pay attention to the baby in the womb. At least eat and drink." said Kang Ujang.

The clock has shown at 01:20, I don't care if tomorrow there is a lecture schedule. Let it be, my morning classes don't have to go in. I still faithfully heard the story of Kang Ujang about Nyai Asih and Pak Thamrin.

There was no sound from the Early room, maybe they had fallen asleep. Mercifully. Kang Ujang continued his story.

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Even days passed Nyai Asih with no enthusiasm, nyai harbored a very longing for Mr. Thamrin. Nyai longing at the caress, nyai longing at the promontory, nyai longing for the fragrance of Pak Thamrin's hair oil, nyai longing for the smell of Pak Thamrin's sweat, nyai longing for all about Pak Thamrin. Because of his longing, Bi Tati had seen hisai fall asleep in a rocking chair while hugging the clothes belonging to Mr. Thamrin, clothes that were worn the day before his departure out of town.

Eating and drinking are no longer tasteful. But, even though Bi Tati and mother always try to seduce Nyai Asih to eat, because for the sake of the health of the baby in the womb nyai.

"Heyai, nyai must eat even a little. Pity the baby in the belly." Bi Tati. "I'll get ya nyai." rayu Bi Tati.

"If nyai nyai nyai nyai jagan same, nyai must eat." Bi Tati is back to seduce. Nyai Asih finally gave up, he nodded languidly. Bi Tati sumringah and went darting to the kitchen to pick up food.

The day changed, Nyai Asih was back strong thanks to the efforts of Bi Tati and mother seduce and persuade. Herbal giving mantri becomes the main dish for nyai before he eats. The atmosphere of the house is back to normal, we are all happy to see his fresh life fit.

But there are habits that make us all feel anxious. That is his habit of drinking coffee after eating, he quibbled so that his body does not feel weak. Coffee makes his body feel fresh, nyai said. Many times have been reminded by Bi Tati and mother, but nyai always denied.

"Mang Engkus's. Mang!" call nyai one morning.

The father who was washing the car immediately left his job to fulfill his call.

"I nyai."

"Mang Engkus, please go to the market." nyai said.

"Who would you buy?" ask dad.

"Buy fruits for rujak ya mang. I again want to eat rujak." nyai said.

"What fruit is it?" ask dad to come back.

Nyai thought, then called Bi Tati.

"Tea, Tatii Tea!"

Bi Tati came still wearing an apron.

"I nyai."

"If fruits are for rujak what is tea?" ask Bi Tati.

"Fruits for the rujak usually bengkuang, guava water, yam orange, papaya mengkel, many heck. Do you want anything?" ask Bi Tati.

"Had already mang, just say the same fruit seller in the market, fruits for rujak. Let the seller choose it." nyai.

"Mang, but don't use pineapple. Not good for women who are pregnant." Sergah Bi Tati.

"good. I went nyai." Dad resigned.

Long enough father went to buy fruit in the market. It was almost noon and I finally came home. He brought a large plastic bag filled with fruits to make rujak. Not waiting long, the mother and father were in charge of cleaning and peeling the fruit, while Bi Tati made sambal rujak.

"Hey, the bow is ready. Where would he eat his food?" ask Bi Tati.

"We eat together tea, ngariung aja. Yuk!" bring nyai.

Nyai Asih invites us all to enjoy the fruit in the garden behind the house, while enjoying the afternoon air under the lush trees. There is a bamboo bale that is deliberately made by the father for a place to rest. That afternoon we enjoyed the day with nyai. His face looks happy, a little forgotten his longing for Mr. Thamrin. The breeze added to the joy of the day. Nyai laughs at my behavior that feels spiciness when poking sambal rujak from cobek. His laughter made his face as bright as this afternoon. Well-favoured.

However, the joy of the day did not last long. At night, after dinner, she complained that her body was not good. His stomach was painful and cramping. Bi Tati and mother accompanied nyai in the room. Spreading wind oil on the stomach.

"Tea, tea, look at that tea!" mother called Bi Tati and pointed towards the bed.

"Astaghfiullah!" Bi Tati was surprised.

"What's tea?" ask in a weak voice.

"His life, there is blood on the bed nyai" said Bi Tati nervously. His face panicked.

Nyai Asih gasped, he woke up from the fall and looked at the mattress that the mother pointed at. Nyai revealed the batik cloth that covered his thighs. To the surprise of the three of them when they saw there was fresh blood on his thigh, blood seeped out from behind ********nyai.