STEALING A NEIGHBOR'S WIFE
Chapter 3 Widower Wandering Session 2
After an hour's walk, El stopped by a mosque to perform the magrib prayer, he changed clothes and put a suitcase and guitar nearby, finished praying he immediately sought food, when he came home from Singapore, he had not filled his stomach. Seemed in the mosque there is a peddler fried rice wagon, he immediately approached him.
“Pak buy fried rice one that is spicy yes?” order El at the fried rice seller.
“Ok, ready! Wait ya?” said Mr. seller.
Two young men sat next to him and ordered fried rice as well. Finished eating when he stood up to pay for the food, El was surprised that there were no more suitcases. There is only a guitar hanging behind his body, indeed the guitar had not been released.
“Pak, did you see my black suitcase here?” el asked pointing beside where he was sitting
“No son, from earlier you did not see anything,” replied the father
“ Astagfirullah, have I forgotten? Though the feeling was already brought deh,” grumbled El
“Yes sir, this is to pay, how much?” El took out a wallet, and paid for fried rice for fifteen thousand rupiahs.
El decided to return to the mosque and ask permission for the mosque's marbot to sleep in the mosque, he was allowed. “Oh yes, there were two people eating beside me, were they the ones who stole my suitcase?” terka El while lying in the mosque, the cold marble floor of the mosque, able to make El shiver cold.
“Yes Allah, how do you feel people who live without a home?” said El began to be grateful for his life during this time he felt, while seeing the beauty of lizards jiggling ria on the mosque plapon.
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In the morning El continued the journey, along with the kang ojek base, the destination was the next village, namely the house of Mbak Ratna, the capital of the city, so unreliable he was expelled from the house to forget to tell Mbak Ratna that his handsome brother has been expelled by Mother. Now he arrived at the house of Mbak Ratna but the house of Mbak Ratna deserted.
“It looks like Mbak Ratna is still in the puskesmas, what bang Abidin also has not returned from the farm?” El asked in his heart when he wanted to call Ms Ratna but her Handphone ran out of battery from last night, which was worse the charger was Mobile, even in the suitcase stolen by people.
“ Apess ... what a fate I am!” grumbling El upset, El continues to walk about two hundred meters from the house of Mbak Ratna there is a public event, aka a wedding celebration. “Wah, did I infiltrate so invited guests, let dapet eat for free,” muttered El smile. While waiting in line, he heard two men talking.
“Eh, where are the biduan kok not yet come anyway?” ask the man in batik.
“Not knowing, from earlier on the phone he said again on the road but not to mention,” replied the other man wearing a red shirt like a sole orchestra owner.
“Where the hell? Not really fun, there are no singers who sing” said the man in batik clothes was getting angry.
El who was waiting for food
hearing only nodding his head, he suddenly met the man in batik clothes, the man in batik clothes approached him quickly.
“Duh mampus me, lest I want to be expelled,” said El in heart.
“Eh Mas, you busker to?” ask the man again.
“Bu-not sir, I'm just an invited guest here,” kilah El is starting to be the center of attention
“Cock carry peye guitar?” Ask again
“Oh, this is not a peye guitar his name is sir, but a gibson guitar,” sergeant El
“Can sing right?”
“ Bi-can be bit sir, indeed why?”
“Where if you sing first while filling the stage,” bargain men batik clothes
“Light later bonus I love, after you sing and entertain the guests just bring a few songs after that it is up to you, if you want to eat first please!” persuade the man in batik clothes back
El pensive for a moment, “ Ok sir, I happen to need money again,” said El girang appreciable to nambukin money snack.
“Assalamu'alaikum, ladies and gentlemen let's listen to music from Mas El, titled Wandering enjoy.” MCs give guests attention
El takes over the microphone handlebar and tries to type his guitar,
Jreeeng …
Jreeeng …
In I wander
No one knows where 'I'm going
No one knows what I'm looking for
High mountain kudaki
I crossed the ocean
I don't give a shit
In I wander
No one knows where 'I'm going
No one knows what I'm looking for
I will not stop traveling
Before I get what I'm looking for
Even at the end of the world
I'm going there to get it
Maybe your heart asks
What was it that I was looking for
In wandering all this time
Oh well I say
What I'm looking for is
The true love
In I wander
No one knows where 'I'm going
No one knows what I'm looking for
Jreeeng …
The music of dangdut echoed in the famous event, some guests were stunned to see and hear El singing, and some guests were stunned,
“Put, wooi put tuh see! How is there a stray K-Pop artist here anyway?” Ask a female guest who wears a modern blue kebaya, to a friend next to her who is engrossed in eating
“Hah, K-Pop artist Sil? Hahahaha K-Pop artist singing dangdut song, ngadi-ngadi doang,” replied the woman named Princess
“Try deh you see the correct Put!” lirih Sisil
“Eh, Masya Allah, Bener Sil, tuh handsome guy really yes,” exclaimed Proud princess saw El
“Tuh right, like a Korean drama artist, usually aja kale Put his mouth, later his saliva fell,” mock Sisil shut the mouth Princess who considered
At the corner of the dining table next to the guests.
“Astoge! Mamiiiii.. look, look on stage!” pekik Puspita's.
“Asaan pus anyway? Almost aja mami sprained,”
“Tuh babang El, mamiiii.. she again sang on stage,” said Puspita,
“Yeah.candidate husband, who is handsome and charming turns out to be able to sing is also more suitable to be a romantic dream husband,” Mami Arumi no less fussy with her son.
Hearing the ravings of the Mother and Child, the Princess also opened her voice.
“Yes already, Pus pus and mami realized themselves dong trying to seduce my prince, not going to be influential, my prince, would definitely like a beautiful and graceful woman like me, he said,” the Princess interrupted their conversation.
“Whatt? Pus pus, am I a cat? Whoa nantangin nih people watch out ya you!” Puspita is emotionally disturbed.
“Udah Pus, do not be heard mending us on stage, followed by hiswer widower Handsome,” Invite mami Arumi to pull her son's hand towards the stage.
On the stage full of a bunch of mothers and girls who want to take pictures and money to El who is still singing.
After fifteen minutes, the singing had to be stopped because the stage could collapse so many women gathered.
“How many saweran did you sing earlier?” Ask the man in batik clothes, it turns out the old man who has a celebration
“Allhamdulillah sir, enough for my savings in the next few days,” said El smilingly displaying his Pepsodent teeth.
“This I love bonus anyway, two hundred thousand, because you sing it good,”.
“Wah thank you very much sir, I was allowed to eat and sawer sing it was very happy,” said El politely.
“Emang Mas busker huh? If you know where to go?” tanyakanya.
“Include my name El Farizi call me El, I'm not a busker, I'm here…,” unfinished El spoke from the side appeared a teenage girl about fifteen years old.
“Allow Pi? He is not a busker, where there is a manager apparently handsome, and clean white like this, like an artist,” said the girl boy sat smiling next to El.
“E-eh Mira, why are you sitting so close there? Sono quickly help your mother,” snapped the man called papi
“Sorry yes Mas, I as the head of RT here, as well as those who have a celebration should know who are the guests who come to this village, where did Mas El come from? Going where?”
“I am from the city sir, want to go to my Sister's house her name is Ratna who is a midwife in this village she and her husband live in the official house there, incidentally I want to find a hostel also to be able to stay here,” bright El pointed to the yellow painted official house at the end
“Owalah, if the boarding is not here Mas, there is a rented house, different RT noh alley on the left straight is there the rented house has Pak Haji Udin,” explained Mr. RT
“Thank you for the info sir, El pamit used to find his contract assalamualaikum,”
“Waalaikumsalam,”
El traced the way back according to the direction of the Pak RT alley to the left, he saw there are several plots of houses distinguish or called rented, he saw, besides the contract he also saw there was a father-father who was sitting under a guava tree while drinking coffee, because the aroma was very distinctive, even smell El who was not far standing, he said,
“Assalamu'alaikum, Mr Haji Udin?” Greetings and greet El kindly
“Waalaikumsalam, yes I am Pak Haji Udin, what is it?”
“I want to hire Pak Haji,” said El thin smile
“It happens that there is one empty contract, the person goes not know where because there are months of not paying off debt and rent here,”, said Pak Haji.
“Can you see his rented house Pak Haji?” Ask El.
“Oh I can take it with me, I take the key first yes, Mas this who?” Ask Mr. Haji back while inviting El to see his rented house.
“Oh yes, preoccupation with chatting until forgetting acquaintances, I am El Farizi Pak Haji, can be called El, El, I am the sister of Bu midwife Ratna who is in the official house at the end of sono about two hundred meters,” said El.
“Oh Bu a midwife who has a husband of a pond and farm entrepreneur is it?” Guess Mr. Haji
“I-iya very right Mr. Haji, it turns out my sister is also famous in this village,” said El nodded.
“ Of course he is famous for often helping mothers here as well as lahiran. Like inlahi rented house, bathroom and WC so one yes, there is in the back and bedroom only one, using electricity and water tokens from Pom,”, said Pak Haji while explaining.
“Lumayah for a while stay here, the important thing is I can rest and shower first."
“You've got El's family? Like still young enough,” asked Pak Haji.
“Hehe .. I am widower Pak Haji,” replied El.
“Have a child?”
“Without Pak Haji's son, this is his contract I pay first for the next month Pak Haji," Elak Elak immediately handed over four hundred thousand money so that Pak Haji did not ask much.
“O-oh All right." With sumringah Pak Haji gone.
“Allhamdulillah, I better clean up then rest later in the afternoon just to the house Mbak Ratna,” hiss El slowly.
(Note: Please you shadow readers themselves free how to express so-ji-sub oppa sing dangdut song 🤣)