The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - Third Suluk Kusuma Dewi
Ratih, an old cousin of Kusuma Dewi widened his eyes when he saw his brother's body was seen walking into his yard.
Welaah, ayu tenan kowe, Deck. It's so pretty of you," she said in a high-swooping tone.
The pale white-skinned face and black spots of Kusuma Dewi instantly reddened like boiled shrimp. Not because of shyness, but holding back feelings because he knew the cousin was lying and just chatting about his appearance. She may be beautiful, thought Kusuma Dewi.
"Last Ma'am look at you, you're not this pretty you know, Dek. How long ago, maybe seven years ago? Yes, it has been a long time, anyway," said Ratih kenes.
Kusuma Dewi grimaced. He hated himself even more for the false praise. Seven years ago, he was still a teenager, smelling sweat home from school. The sad thing is that even now, she is not a mature and charming woman, no different from seven years ago. But, after all, the cheerful and seemingly sincere way of speaking of the cousin - even if the goal is just to be friendly - does not actually make him uncomfortable.
Although it has been seven years they did not meet in real, telephone and most recently, communicate using an internet connection, still done regularly. So, because this uninterrupted communication makes Kusuma Dewi not clumsy and clumsy when meeting in person. Ratih's laughter, his shrill voice and a pair of eyes that continued to be rounded when conveying emotions, were all too familiar to Kusuma Dewi's inferiority.
Two Ratih boys who are now six and five years old standing side by side greeted their bulls in a friendly manner. Kusuma Dewi's heart melos. Both are adorable because of their polite attitude. This is the first time he has met directly with both of them. Their shining face, their dapper, clean, and neat dress for children their age makes Kusuma Dewi even more anxious. He hugged them both.
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Kusuma Dewi is comfortable here. Ratih's house is not too big, but the yard is wide. The light that was turned on was also bright, not making him feel that he was in a remote hamlet.
He had finished his bath this evening and now changed into three-quarters rubber-waisted pants that are sagging and t-shirts kedodoran that more and more delicious to wear. So comfortable, he almost forgot to put on his clothes before remembering that he was not in his own room.
"Mas Johan haven't come home yet, Ma'am?" asked Kusuma Dewi as he stepped on the terrace floor, watching his two nieces studying. Her red wet hair is broken.
Train smile. "Your mother is a city person, Dek, actually. When he decided to move to this hamlet with children, Mbak was amazingly salute and appreciated it. Yes, thankfully he was accepted to be a Civil Servant, teacher of Es Em Pe Negeri in the next village. It has long ago not come into contact with the modern world. So when the internet finally came in, Johan felt like he was human again" Ratih laughed. Face glared.
"Now, almost every afternoon, after returning from school, Mas Johan stopped at the village pendopo. He taught the elders how to use the internet," Ratih chuckled. Kusuma Dewi also can not resist the amused felt by the cousin. "Bak let him go back to civilization. His sacrifice has been incredible all this time."
The conversation about Johan stopped there. The two women then joked around by including stories of the past, childhood, present and of course the future.
"Do you remember how Mas Johan last met his face?" Ratih suddenly went back to talking about her husband.
"Well, that's uwonge wis teapot. The person has come" said Ratih while pointing towards the spacious grounds that were drenched in bright light. There was a male figure dressed in dapper and misty and had the impression of 'educated' walking towards them. He welcomed the two boys to Ratih.
Kusuma Dewi stood up quickly.
His view was in a row with Mr. Teacher Johan.
"Loh, this is Kusuma Dewi who was a child, ‘kan?" ask Master Johan. "It's pretty you now," she said later.
Again that compliment. But thankfully Kusuma Dewi did not feel uncomfortable at all. The words of the cousin's husband may indeed be just fatsoon and manners, but without looking tempting. Kusuma Dewi smiled kindly.
Mr. Johan himself was quite surprised by the change of his wife's cousin. In addition to the girl is already an adult, but physically, he did not expect Kusuma Dewi to grow into a woman as attractive and beautiful as this.
If Kusuma Dewi knew that Ratih and her husband, Mr. Guru Johan, did not lie at all let alone just mince words. She looks beautiful, too pretty. It was as if all the energy of Pon Hamlet was waiting for his arrival and opened all sides of the charm that had been hidden from him and was completely unaware of himself.
"Yes ‘kan, Mas? Cook Kusuma Goddess who is as beautiful as this says that she does not have a boyfriend or lover. Ask to be taken to the wooden stump next to the river you know, Mas, like guests who come looking for a soul mate to our hamlet," said Ratih with the sound of his forehead joking followed by a distinctive laugh.
The face of Kusuma Goddess this time reddened in embarrassment. The reason for that was because what his cousin said was not wrong. He has no girlfriend, and his insanity in the figure of Anggalarang that did bring him to this hamlet to get any kind of magic, as long as the charm and his desire to have a speck of sensual touch Anggalarang. On the other hand, Kusuma Dewi felt that praise for the sake of praise was not worth constantly pinned to him, making him hope that he was indeed as beautiful as expressed by his cousin Ratih.
Kusuma Dewi looked down even more embarrassed. Her wet red hair fell out covering part of her face. But from the sidelines of his hair, Mr. Johan Master can see the white skin of Kusuma Dewi's face dazzling red.
Suddenly there was a strange gurgle in the chest of Master Johan. His stomach seemed to be pierced by butterflies flying and vibrations and small explosions spread on the surface of his skin. His spontaneous praise of Kusuma Dewi was not expected to bounce back to him, making him think again and realize it was as beautiful as that of his cousin wife.
Pak Guru Johan could not even hold his eyes exploring the chest of Kusuma Dewi who hung beautifully from behind a t-shirt that had been worn for too long and often worn. In a split second his mind wandered in search of a depiction of what the pair of objects looked like behind his shield.
As a result, Mr. Teacher Johan who even suddenly felt clumsy. "Not to be ashamed, Goddess. Later I will take you there. Not believing things like this is also okay, just for exclamations," said Mr. Johan covering his nervousness.
Kusuma Dewi felt no need to answer, refuse, let alone deny. Isn't that the real purpose? He just nodded and became more embarrassed.