The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter Eleven
"Sorry, ladies. If you may know, what brings the mass all to our village. Are there any relatives there? Maybe we know. Or is there some other business? Not wanting to know people's business. Understandably, our village is a small village, the farthest from other villages. There's not much to see there. We were just surprised, there are remote villages like our village on the densely populated island of Java and many large cities," said one Obong resident earlier. The way the villagers talk is natural and as always, tends to be polite. In a sense, Marsudi also saw there was an educated side to his knowledge of language. Or perhaps, this was because they worked outside the village so often intersected with the outside world.
Marsudi spent a spoonful of rice and his last piece of roasted chicken, then downed the white water to answer the Obong citizen's question. "I heard that in Obong village there are those who sell antiques, such as heirlooms, kris, or paintings. So, it can be said we are actually merchants and connoisseurs of antiquities, mas," Marsudi lied, but in a calm and convincing way.
The resident who asked the question noticed Marsudi and his colleagues in reaction to Marsudi's answer. Although it was seen that he could not just believe the words of Marsudi, let alone see their stature, he still tried to cover up the suspicion. Finally the resident nodded, "I know less about the antiques, mas. Once when I was a child there was a citizen who worked as a seller of antiques, but he and his family have moved. If the painting, indeed Mr. Carik in our village to my knowledge has a collection of paintings in his house. But yes, I don't understand. Later I can help ask questions when he arrived in the village, yes mas," replied the resident.
Affandi and Kardiman Setil looked at each other and gave a signal that the reasons given by Marsudi made sense as well, quite acceptable. Perhaps their eldest foster brother had indeed planned this well for a long time. Although they also do not really understand what the citizens can believe the reason. That is no longer the core of the problem.
After a long conversation it was known that four Obong residents were each named Ngadi, Sujono, Anwar and Setiawan. Ngadi was the first villager to come to Marsudi's desk and was yelled at by Affandi earlier. Sujono is a villager who asks about the purpose of Marsudi's entourage to Obong village. Ngadi has a pair of eyes with a shape that makes it like always sleepy. But his body is quite tenacious and does not show laziness at all, in contrast to the impression created by his pair of eyes. He works as a bus driver with Anwar who seems to be younger. They had so little facial resemblance that Marsudi suspected them of having a kinship relationship, although neither was explained. Sujono is also an inter-regional bus driver who Setiawan has an affair with. Both are thin and tall.
Setiawan kept a mustache and beard that instead of making his appearance look more mature and sangar, on the contrary, as if the mustache and beard were mounted on the wrong face. Unlike Setiawan, the driver, Sujono, looks climical. Even his hair was cut in the style of a military member. Unfortunately, the hairstyle is the same as not in accordance with his stature. Kardiman Setil believes that Sujono looks more like a match than a member of the military. This thought made him laugh in his own heart.
Three Marsudi friends actually have to admit that they are not too comfortable with this situation. Throughout their lives they have always been rude, threatening and suspicious. They are used to being surrounded by traitors, enemies or people who will become victims of their evil actions. But at this time, they had to adjust and accept the hospitality of the four people who seemed to be honest people and did not like to find trouble except just to make a living. Though in the beginning, they had become victims of the roughness of Affandi.
Shortly, after it was felt that this chat had been enough, Marsudi waved his hand calling the servant girl to ask for a bon and pay for it. For a moment to be seen by him, the four Obong villagers looked at his thick wallet which contained a sheet of cash carefully. For this too, Marsudi no wonder, do not these villagers work hard as drivers and bus kernets to earn money? Everyone, including himself, cannot set aside money as a goal and a life achievement. Perhaps they were so amazed at Marsudi's income. According to him, the thirsty views of the people of this village seem innocent.
The girl came, walking deftly as well as charming and graceful at the same time. This time Kardiman Setil really noticed the servant girl in as much detail as possible. From her awe-inspiring face, her hair that was carried was not neat but unsightly, the protrusion of a pair of petite chests wrapped in kebaya, the indentation of her hips and buttocks that were beautifully sculpted, the, up to his knees and calves that had that glowing skin.
It's just that for Kardiman Setil, if it is said that the woman as a girl, there may be a little problem. First, Kardiman Setil does not know the age of the girl. Second, indeed although his face is ayu and shows his young age, it seems that from his gestures and skills in serving visitors, he could have been at the end of twenty years, or even already the head of three.
However, this does not mean then Kardiman Setil then no longer interested, instead the opposite. The slender body of the waiter, with perfectly twisted hips, plus the twinkling of mischievous eyes and a nosy smile made Kardiman Setil look like a fish in a fisherman's boat. Curiosity about how the content behind the modern kebaya makes Kardiman Setil blingsatan unable to resist his lust.
"What's your name, nduk?" kardiman Setil asked, unable to contain his curiosity right when the girl reached his desk. All the men sitting around the table were smiling, smelling at the charm of Kardiman Setil.
The girl smiled faintly. "My name is Sarti, mas. Often stop by here yes, let's become a new subscription to this shop," said the petite woman who made it with a tempting tone.