Talak on the First Night (Doubtful Sanctity)
79: Curious Banget!
“What is this? The smell is so good! Who else is cooking?” think Siti mother while stepping in the rice field or it's a barrier on every edge of the rice field and usually can be used for alternative roads. Ibu Siti kept watching around, looking for the source of the delicious aroma that also made her hungry. His stomach was already rumbling.
At about half-twelfth, Siti's mother who passed behind Arimbi's new house immediately kepo. From there, there are various smells of delicious food, in addition to the atmosphere that is rame. There was the sound of mothers busy chatting with a loud voice full of laughter, between the noise of a frying pan and spatula in the middle of a large cooking event.
“Oh, the Arimbi is cooking. Maybe a new home. For the rest of his life he never lived in a barn house. Last but not least the reason he moved, the effect of the wall of his room in the form of an old booth, .. collapsed!” think Siti's mom. But suddenly, the good side in him said, “Si Arimbi can only make the house gedong effect he is busy taking care of Ilham and your family! The proof, after the money is back and it's compensation from you, it doesn't take long the house is sturdy almost so perfect! Your home is only half-snarled and needs renovation here and there, losing far! Yes, sorry, please take care of your attitude. Including now, Arimbi house is not as big as your house. What matters is being neat and strong. Comfortable, definitely.”
Hearing that, Siti's mother immediately took a bite. Feel tert4mpar and it feels so dizzy that the tubers feel hot. However, he who remembers that his relationship and Arimbi are not good, in addition to the locals who understand it so as not to hesitate to make it as a joke, immediately lowered his head and then hurriedly went from there. Mother Siti did not want, she was there, but returned to being a laughing stock.
“Do not get caught, no one knows, no one sees. It's too bad to have to be rame-rame again!” inner mother Siti kept praying. But when he got home without knowing what really happened in Arimbi's house, he became his own kepo.
Mother Siti does not stop thinking about cooking events at Arimbi's house. Since he took a bath and cleaned himself, until he prostrated to pray, cooking events at Arimbi's house made him more curious. Especially when the time is past three in the afternoon, but Siti's mother who waited for a sagging invitation or at least an invitation to eat from Arimbi's side, never got it.
“Kok not invited? Arimbi intentionally what how? Very arrogant!” thought. Hurriedly he who sat on the risban in the front room of the house and no other living room, out. He was about to look away from the terrace of the house because from there, he could see the crowded atmosphere in the alley to the house Arimbi. If there are signs of looseness but he was not invited, he can be sure, he will demand accountability because it is treated differently by Arimbi.
Ibu Siti caught Ilham just coming home fishing. His son seemed to object to carrying a bucket, in addition to his body which is getting darker due to the atmosphere there which if it is hot it can indeed be very hot. Even those who often migrate to the city consider, their area is very easy to damage the beauty of the skin. The author himself experienced it. Although as much as anything minus here, the hometown has always been one of the most missed things.
“Ham, at the new Arimbi house there is a cooking show, Mamah saw the right way home from the rice fields. What's up, huh? If there is indeed a penduri for a new home salvation, why are we not invited?” ibu Siti was out of the house, following Ilham who was taking off his sandals.
Casually, Ilham who looked at the mama said, “Lah, Mamah earlier did not stop by, ask around to know?”
“Almost wondering what? Do you think Mama has no self-respect? There they're getting on our toes!” reply mom Siti sewot.
“Ya already, Mamah only knows who does not want to ask directly, let alone me who yearnya from Mamah?” Ilham is still indifferent and even looks at the results of his fishing lots and if dikilo can be three kilos. Inside the bucket of paint, almost all the fish were still fresh.
“Sorry, Mah. But I am again in the lowest phase and it feels to daze gini. Aisyah is unreliable, find a job yes failed to continue. So farmers are not as hot as tired. Back to the cottage, his salary was non-existent. Want to escape Aisyah must be fined money for compensation to Arimbi. Sooner or later, Aisyah's side will definitely ask for money if I don't go there-sana.” While explaining in a completely resigned tone, Ilham also sat down resigned. The spirit of his life is really nothing left, other than Ilham who feels, some of his life has gone since Aisha who he had considered a holy woman even beyond expectations. Because since then, a series of difficulties began to approach even today. In fact, Ilham felt, he was like the fall of Siall repeatedly since he sacrificed Arimbi.
“It's not Mamah's business anymore, well, Ham. Wong rice fields mamah alone until drifting for compensation to Arimbi!” upset mom Siti.
Hearing that, Ilham immediately sighed deeply. It felt really heavy, the old man himself and that woman who had given birth to him instead said it was like that. “Loh, not what are your responsibilities? I am indeed Mamah's son, not Arimbi's son even though since the same time he, I bear him, Mah. What I have to bear right now Mamah same father!”
“Loh you still ask to be borne? You are an adult. You should have found your own job and money. Monitor or how there! The past of a religious scholar is nothing! Precisely you should be the backbone of the family, the moon even becomes a burden on the family continues!” upset mom Siti.
Imlam immediately pouted. “Depart, I want to ask around to migrate to Jakarta. But if there is only a builder's job, what to do. Tired half dead, the money is not how!”
“Well yes, think. Time is nothing, shame on the neighbors! Which is not just a lot of school money and work is fast, you scholars understand religion even ‘anyeb’!” said Siti's mother more and more sewed and decided to go find information about what happened in Arimbi's new home.
Ibu Siti intends to stall Pak Sukir which used to be a community place to share the latest information including gossip. But just about to cross in front of his house, a black antelope that was in front there and the distance was still about ten meters, was busy pressing the horn.
Mother Siti to reflex jump back and not to cross. “That's a car why the hell? It's still a long way away from being noisy!” angryness. Even more upset, the car again pressed the horn while approaching until it stopped in front of him without completely turning off the engine of the car.
A handsome, clean-skinned young man somewhat resembled Aidan, looking up from the window of the door next to the steering wheel that had just been lowered was almost perfect. The man wearing long-sleeved batik was staring intently at Siti's mother. “Bu, sorry. I want to ask, right, Mom mamahnya the Ilham, her ex Ma'am Arimbi who went to college and nothing do not want capital?”
The dem! The question just now seemed to make the chest as well as the head of Siti's mother explode.