Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapters 1. The pain of Bude Ayu

Bude Ayu's face has been getting pale since Asti came home to pick him up from selling in the market . Asti carefully lifted her late father's brother into the bedroom next to the prayer room.

Asti went to the kitchen to light the stove and boil some water. His hand slightly opened the wooden window so that this large kitchen was not too stuffy. At the end of the kitchen there is still a pile of dry wood that Lek No brought yesterday from the back garden. Usually Bude Ayu always use a stone furnace with firewood fuel for cooking.

After the water boils, Asti immediately poured on a glass filled with sugar and tea bags. He looked for a small tray to bring the hot sweet tea to his bathroom

It seems Bude Asti can fall asleep. Asti immediately turned on the lights so that this room was brighter. He immediately came out of the room with a heart. He saw the number 5 on the big clock above the wall of the living room.

A long time ago, Asti stared at the courtyard in front of his spacious house and overgrown with water Guava and Mango trees. Sometimes the sound of a motorbike passing in front of the house .

In just a few minutes, the village began to darken. The lights on the front porch can not illuminate the dark road because on the right and left side overgrown with large and lush teak tree poho.

From a distance began to sound the sounds of the night . There was a flutter of bats coming out of the nest.Insects that began to swipe their wings on the trees high, so as to cause sounds.

After that their village will be very quiet. It is rare for villagers to leave their homes at night, if not for a very important and urgent matter.

Bude Ayu staggered out of his room. In his hand were folds of prayer mats and mukena . His face was fresher from the moment he woke up before Magrib arrived.

" Don't go out yet, De! Haji Anissa's mom had a message this afternoon."

"Not good, Asti. Bude has been absent 2 times naji ".

"Emang school, must be absent all ... " Asti geli said.

Bude Ayu and Bu Haji Anissa were very happy because the mother and her teenage daughter began to come to the mosque for the study of mothers every Wednesday night . After the Magrib prayer, they held religious activities. Sometimes a lecture is held or learn to read the Qur'an. There are also often questions and answers that are guided by Ms. Haji Anissa and some teachers who teach Islam at a nearby school.

Mr. Haji Anwar said, we can lack material but must not lack morality. Those are the words that the two women used to move women to study the Science of Religion in greater depth . Not just for yourself, but for your children. As the provision and basis of education that will form noble character and morals.

Asti knows in this village the lives of its citizens are still lacking. There are no rivers flowing through their villages, so rice fields can only be planted during the rainy season.

Their village is very remote so that the main connecting road is also a pile of solid stone and gravel so that four-wheeled vehicles can pass. While their village area consists of barren hills with calcareous land.

The livelihood of some villagers is farming. Only a few people have rice fields and gardens. Including the rice fields of Bude Ayu which is the legacy of his former kades father, Pak Harjo Winangun.

Some of the work of the villagers was farm workers. They work to plant rice or cut rice when harvesting with daily wages. Many also trade in the sub-district market by selling the results picked from their own garden such as bananas, papaya, chilies or tomatoes.

There are certain residents who have business from processing teak wood. They got a lot of orders to make window and door frames. There are also those who make chairs or cabinets from teak wood. Teak trees are very easy to grow in this area, because the soil is dry and contains lime.

The large joglo-shaped house occupied by Bude Ayu and Asti is a relic from Mbah Kung Rasidi Winangun which includes the village elders of Sendang Mulyo. While Grandpa Asti, who became the second descendant of Winangun was once the village head of two periods. So the relics are quite a lot, from the rice fields that surround the Pring alas (bamboo forest), coconut groves to two large houses with large courtyards.

Some of their rice fields are done by some villagers with a profit sharing system. Gardens and land near the house, done by Lek Sarno. But some years this vast rice field they began to shrink because sold Bude Ayu to buy a store in the front area of the sub-district market and capital for Asti selling Muslim clothing and women-only equipment.

The woman forbade her nephew to follow in the footsteps of his friends who traveled to several major cities in Java, after graduating SMK. Some continued their education to college. Some are pitting profit to get job vacancies from some factories in other districts or regions. Even two close friends Asti instead became a TKI and worked in Taiwan.

The store Bude Ayu bought was in front of the market in the district. It is almost six miles from home. Asti and Bude Ayu take turns to look after him. Once a month Asti shop to Yogyakarta or Solo to increase the stock of goods in his store.

They sell various types of women's clothing ranging from veils, gowns, blouses, skirts, underwear to accessories. Asti is still trying to keep himself from the opposite sex. Moreover, he had hijab since Junior High on the advice of the Grandfather. So he doesn't sell men's clothing or anything else. Although there are two male buyers for buying clothes at Asti's place for his wife or family.

Bude Ayu and Asti will open the store from 08:30 until 16:00. Every day. Especially if the market day arrives, the market is getting crowded with buyers coming from all corners of the village.

The night air is getting colder. Asti went around the house to close the windows and lock the doors. Faintly heard the voice of Bude Ayu. The woman forgot her pain in order to continue to worship.

Asti returned to his room after he felt that things were safe enough. The arrangement of this room does not change from year to year.

There is only a wooden bed called a cot with a mattress from kapuk randu that is very comfortable to sleep in despite the hot or cold air. His grandfather placed an ancient three-door wardrobe made of teak wood . There was also a set of study tables that his grandfather ordered when he was in 1st grade Junior High. Because the room was quite spacious, Asti put up a pendong mat on an empty floor, on it was placed a Turkish carpet by-by-by from Pak Haji Anwar's front neighbor of the house, when he returned to worship Hajj brought a large group. There was a prayer rug for him to pray with a short shelf underneath with a pile of books about the religion of Islam and a Koran he almost read every night if he did not get obstructed.

It seems that he must survive in this village for the sake of affection for his budenya. Not much is expected as life becomes more difficult. Especially since the budenya out of the house of Pak Kushari Juwono. All carry wounds and heartache.

Bude Ayu was only married religiously by the next village kades sir as the third wife. But the children of his two previous wives continued to undermine him after their father died. They thought his father's former third wife had drained their family's estate. Though Bude Ayu did not bring any valuables except one suitcase of his clothes when he first came to the house.

Moreover, Mas Hardiman Juwono aka Mas Timbul, the eldest son of Pak Kades Kushari was again demanding the division of the most inheritance . Though the man since marrying the most beautiful girl in the village of Sendang Ranti has got the largest division of inheritance in the form of houses near the market, cars and business capital.

Various businesses have been run by Mr. Kushari's eldest son, ranging from buying and selling used cars, opening the counter and pulses to the food stalls but all bankrupt.

The man with two children re-joined his friends and became a thug at the terminal in the city .Of course after the capital of his business collapsed. In fact, he often came to the sub-district market with his group to ask for security money from traders who sell outside the market area.

 The morning of Asti has been busy with washing and cooking activities in the kitchen. Because it is still not too healthy, Asti makes rice porridge for rice budenya. Later asked Bu Lek Ratih, Lek No's wife to look after Bude Ayu while he left for the store.

As in general, the villagers of "Sendang Mulya" the mothers still use firewood which is quite widely available in their village to cook in the kitchen.

There was smoke rolling from the kitchen of Bulek Ratih whose house was located behind the spacious garden.

"Lack. Train me!" Call Asti after opening the kitchen door. The woman he sought was not in the place of his nationality.

In the sizable room it also showed two wood stoves burning with huge flames. The Bulek must be inside the house, because it is rare for the woman to leave the house without turning off the stove or kitchen fire.

After saying his greetings, Asti barged into the room. In the front room there were conversations of several people. Yesterday Asti heard about the return of Mas Joko Adi, the eldest son of Lek No who worked in Semarang since last year.

"Mak Asti, here! " Call Joko when she sees the girl who appears from the kitchen behind the house.

"Include this, my friends who work at a PT in Semarang."

The young men, aged between 20 and 30, woke up from their seats. But they became hesitant when Asti just clenched her hands together in the chest. The girl was hijab and did not want to shake hands with a man who was not her muhrim.

"Assalamualaikum, welcome to our village" Asti said. "Sorry Mas Joko, I need to be with Bulek Ratih. Can it be , Yes?"

The young man called Joko immediately knocked on his mother's room door. His mother entered the room after hearing the voice of HP that he put on the table.

"Asti, huh? Sek ..." The woman cried in her room. Soon the mother came out while carrying HP.

It turns out that Joko's arrival also brought his friends. Moreover, he also saw a million people's car parked in front of Lek No's house.

Bulek Ratih immediately brought Asti to the kitchen. Yesterday he also banned bude from opening a store after hearing Asti shop in Solo since the morning.

"Titip Bude ya Bulek. New groceries are to be shipped today."

"Yes, wes there go! Si Ninuk had also brought a motorbike to find breakfast. What do you want to do?"

Si Ninuk the youngest son of Bulek Ratih had just completed the UN exam in Grade IX. He was accustomed to his school by carrying a motorbike because the nearest SMPN school was more than 15 km away.

In this village there is no public transport. If you want to go wherever the easiest way is to the terminal which is ten km away. Just on the border of the village near the bamboo forest there is a provincial road that is traversed by several large buses and small buses like Elves to how many small towns around it.

The departure of Asti who only stopped by for a moment. Commented by Mas Joko's co-workers.

" He's Nastiti Anjani, after all? " ask Mas Joko's most mature friend.

"Yes.beautiful, right?"

" Yes, "sahut Danang" Didn't think in this village there is such a beautiful girl. Does she have a boyfriend yet?"

Joko did not comment much on the coworkers' talks. Especially after hearing the arrival of Ninuk motorcycles that buy breakfast and snacks market that is very famous in their village.

"Come, eat breakfast! We will stop by the market later. Asti's got a shop there."

In an instant the rice package mixed with the sauce of the sambel overlapping and the vegetable stew was toilet in each plate. They also enjoy the hot wedang tea that is typical of the area.

Bulek Ratih immediately looked at Bude Ayu. Bude Ayu's quarrel with his former stepson happened in front of the market almost a week ago.

Again the thug asked for money in a rude manner. Ridiculous man who tattooed and pierced the ears and nose yes with earrings did not want to be given ten thousand rupiah. In fact, he grabbed Bude Ayu's wallet which stored the proceeds of the day's sale.

If it is not helped by the head of market security and the pedicab that is parked in front of the store, the wallet can be taken away by the thug.

Mas Arise was upset when he was hit by a bump in his face by Mas Kusno, the gold shopkeeper whose shop was next to Asti's shop. Bude Ayu gets dragged down the highway just to keep the wallet.

" You, Ratih ?" Call Bude Ayu.

" I, De."

Bulek Ratih helped the woman down. Said Mbah Muji called Asti to massage his sprained bud feet, no deep wounds. Maybe Bude Ayu went into shock because he was attacked by a young man who was very angry and hated him.

Though some village elders have mediated the problem. Especially Mr. Kades Ali Mustafa, who is very respectful of big names

The late Harjo Winangun, Bude Ayu's father. The woman who is still fresh and beautiful at the age of nearly 50 years was indeed not bringing anything from the home of her late husband. The problem of buying a gold necklace and a new motorcycle for Asti to school was considered a dowry and the gift could not be asked for anymore

Basically the Embossed is already a bit of a grudge, all the difficulties of life and the failure of his business is aimed at the presence of Bude Ayu and Asti like sharp thorns in the family of his father, Kushari Juwono.

Though Bude Ayu is slowly able to move the mothers in the village of her ex-husband in the health activities of mother and child. There are now PKK and posyandu activities. Providing healthy and nutritious food and weighing the baby. The program continued to be led by the new kades mother.

Almost all children of Pak Kushari Juwono's wives did not complete their formal education. Even those who are already in the 12th grade of High School do not graduate, because more skipping than studying in class.

The two wives of Pak Kushari were overindulging their children with material. Almost all of Pak Kushari's siblings and sisters-in-law hold various businesses of his own.

The man owns acres of rice fields, teak processing companies, and several shops selling various agricultural purposes, renting cars, trucks and heavy equipment for various development projects.

They began to get into trouble while looking for a job after his father died and the inheritance was divided according to Islamic law and customary rules in the extended family. One of them is Mas Timbul, who only went to 10th grade high school and then dropped out because he was hanging out with other teenagers who also dropped out of school.

The sub-district market will be more crowded when it falls on market day. Especially on Sunday market day. The largest market in the district was changed from buying and selling activities to such as a celebration event or crowds so full of people in the market

Since the store opened at 08.00, Asti has continuously served buyers. Some buyers are people who come from various corners of the village around the district. Since dawn people come by motorbikes, cars and buses outside the city with routes through the market.

They not only shop also sell various produce that is around them, usually garden products such as cassava or yam. Sometimes there are those who sell various handicrafts such as woven mats from pandan thorn leaves and others.

Asti occasionally sipped water from a bottle of mineral water that he had just bought. Yu Yemi, who opened the rice stall, had not delivered her order since. There are two mothers who are still choosing the game that is hung in front of the store. Asti carefully pushed the money box into the glass display case and locked it.

If the market is crowded like this sometimes comes unexpected things.The most often is a pickpocket. Sometimes there are also children who are missing because they are separated from their parents.

Asti does sell a variety of clothes, gamis and hijab the most recent model. So many mothers who are interested come to the store. He also did not look for too much profit so that sales money could be bought merchandise again.

From a distance he saw Mas Joko and his friends coming by car Avanza . Usually the cars that come will be directed to the parking lot behind the market. Maybe because the parking was full, so the parking attendants arranged for the car to be parked in front of the shops for a while.

Asti did not dare to greet them. He pretended to be busy tidying up his merchandise that had not been chosen by the buyer. One of Mas Joko's friends came to him

"Mr's selling line?" said base.

" Fair. I still want to see the market . Please!"

The man was stunned when he saw the sweet smile that was on Asti's lips. If it is not pulled by Joko's hand, his familiar friend can certainly suddenly become a statue of Bali that will decorate in front of Asti's shop .

"Kowe's sane, Dim?"

Joko knew, Dimas was a senior employee among them. They even live in the same city. Dimas had long been interested when he saw the beautiful face of Asti whose picture was attached to the group wa Joko family.

Joko used to look after Asti and Ninuk as the only boys in their family. He had also heard those rumors since he was in Junior High school. He and Asti are 1 year apart. It was Asti 8th grade and he was in 7th grade. Many students at his school are interested in the beauty of Asti. Moreover, Asti teenagers are very active in sports. He is good at playing badminton, volleyball and table tennis.

Even Asti often represents school teams in voly matches to the district level. In fact, he was chosen to be the best volleyball player because he could lead his school team to become the first champion in the Junior High School student activities.

Perhaps because of the loss of prestige, Fahira Rahmadani son of Pak Camat Suripto Abhimanyu called Nastiti Anjani as a curse girl. Fahira and Asti are the same - the same sitting in class 8, but different classes.

The 15-year-old girl heard the dark story of the Winangun family from her nanny Mbah Parmi who lived in a village with Asti. The story of the curse of the bamboo pedestal addressed to Asti is what Fahira always conveyed to some of his friends with the aim of Asti shunned the students, especially the most popular students in their school.

Once a cadet elected by the villagers of Sendang Mulyo, Mr. Harjo Winangun and his son, Bagas Prasetyo promised to open an alternative road to reach the nearest provincial road. Because their village is very isolated and less attention from local officials. Where to go through another village. Because around their village are hills - solid rock hills and half of their village is protected by a vast and dense bamboo forest.

Mr. Harjo has also made a traditional ceremony to ask for safety, before opening the forest. The man led a project to partially clear the bamboo forest to reach the shortest distance to the provincial road.

Once opened, the road was leveled with heavy equipment rented for three days.

Even some of the rice fields owned by Mr. Harjo Winangun are used for the sake of making the village road . All work on the road was using personal money, Mr. Kades. Although not asphalted, they finally have their own village road. The villagers helped in turns for 3 days.

The villagers immediately used the road . They can go to the market, to the terminal also to the children's school closer. Although not a smooth and flat road, the residents are quite helped by the existence of the village road.

Unfortunately, rumors about the prohibition of disturbing the bamboo forest or Pring base began to be discussed by the villagers who were old or old, namely the grandfather or grandmother of some of the villagers. They had heard the ban from their ancestors who were the first residents to settle in the area.

The incident began when Mas Bagas studied at a campus in Yogyakarta. The young man who is the youngest son of Mr. Harjo Winangun and is expected to become a kades like his father. People leaders who can protect the population, provide welfare and security.

Years of living in Student City, Mas Bagas returned home to the village bringing a very beautiful girl. He said the girl was from South Kalimantan. They married the guardian of the girl's sister who worked in Surabaya

Because suddenly, they just celebrated simply. Without any entertainment such as shadow puppet performances that become a measure if the bride's family is rich or capable.

They were married for almost a year, suddenly heard the news from Lek No that the Sembako truck carried by Mas Bagas had an accident on a toll road in West Java.It turns out the man worked as a truck driver at an inter-delivery expedition company goods as an effort to find additional to finance the birth of his first daughter.

The news became a bitter reality when Mas Bagas' parents returned from Yogyakarta with an ambulance carrying his son's body.

Since then the Winangun family experienced sadness and suffering with the death of one by one family members.

That is the curse of the Bamboo Forest that lost its awesomeness because part of the forest became the main road to the village "Sendang Mulyo" which is very crowded during the day . Because now on the left and right side of the road it stands the stall of people trading. From retail gasoline, fruit - fruits of the harvest of local residents to drinks.

Almost three months later, Mr. Harjo Winangun's son-in-law came to see a two-month-old baby. The beautiful baby girl was named Nastiti Anjani. The woman will return to Banjarmasin after news of her family's calamity in her homeland.

It is precisely Harjo Winangun's wife who became a nelangsa to see her grandson born without seeing his father. Sumiarsih's mother started to get sick and cough. So the newly married Bulik Ratih with Lek No also helped take care of the baby. Six months later, Sumiarsih's mother was admitted to a hospital in the city and died three days later.

After the death of her mother, forced Bude Ayu to come with her husband who became ABRI and served in Sumatra . The woman intended to take care of her little niece who was orphaned and left her mother .

Until news that Bude Ayu has divorced her husband. It turns out that almost five years married to her husband, the woman miscarried twice. Even Bulek Ratih could hardly believe it when he heard that Bude Ayu's husband's place of duty was more remote from their village.

Rumors of "The Curse of the Bamboo Forest" became more and more widespread, as Fahira increasingly hated the fame of the name Nastiti Anjani. Although Fahira continued his High School education in Semarang, some students at the school believed him.

Especially not long after, Mr. Harjo Winangun, Asti's grandfather died when his grandson sat in 9th grade.

Bude Ayu also finally accepted the proposal of the next-door neighbor. Because the man was always willing to help all the difficulties experienced by his family. Maybe Bude Ayu already knows how the response of the children of the first wife and second wife pak kades. So the woman only wants to marry religiously.

The 55-year-old man saw Asti's determination to learn. So Asti was schooled in a best private SMK . The man also bought Asti a motorcycle matik to make it easier for his third wife's nephew to leave and go home to school on time.

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Asti shopping side dishes and vegetables after the market began to be quiet ahead of the Dhuhur Adhan. He tries not to depend on the good of others.

The girl would close the shop, while sticking a paper with the words "Back."

Near Yu Yemi's rice stall is a public toilet. Not far from the place there is a small mosque that is usually used by traders to carry out their obligations to worship.

His groceries were tipped on his village neighbor. Asti has finished praying. Her innocent pretty face does not wear make up, getting fresher and cleaner.

" Yu, the rice is two wrapped. the side dish is complete yes."

" Yo, want to go home directly Asti?"

" No, Yu. The one for Bude Ayu. The only one doesn't eat in the store."

" Kirain is closing. Honey, Madam Asti! mumpung is still rame. be aware of young dates.."

"Dine !" Asti geli. " Wong Ndeso is like us. Kok, know the date of youth, Yu . Your language is really high, you know!"

Yu Yemi laughed amusedly as she wrapped up the food Asti ordered.

" Understanding slang same Miss Rita, who often stopped by to buy side dishes here."

Bu Rita called Yu Yemi is one of the teaching staff at SDN School which is located not far from this market.

Asti's delicate hands began to push the storefront to get more into the store. Some of the shopping boxes were delivered by Elf cars that have a route through this area to various other nearby cities.

"Need to be helped, Ma'am ?"

The heavy sound of Mas Kusno surprised Asti who was trying to close the rolling door of his shop. The girl looked at the assailant earlier.

" It's over, Mom. Mature Suwon!"

Notya Asti was insensitive to the attention of the man named Kusno Wijaya. The man who was born and grew up in the Madiun area still left traces of his ancestors. With her pure white skin and slightly narrowed eyes. The man is also still related to the owner of the gold shop Koh Eddy Tan .

Asti had heard about the curse her family had received since she was a child. The news has been getting wider since she went to high school. So that now after he graduated SMK 3 years ago not a single young man in their village dared to approach him.

Asti was grateful not to get along with the Adam when he was a teenager. Maybe because of the changing times, one by one his female friends in SMK was a lot of DO. They get pregnant out of wedlock because their way of dating does not heed the customs of the eastern and religious teachings. Alias kebablasan's.

Mas Kusno, who Asti heard, was also engaged to their relatives who lived in Salatiga. So Asti was only polite with the man.

" Thank you, Mr. Bejo! "

Asti said to the parking lot in this market. The middle-aged man quickly took the keys and ran a red beat motorbike owned by Asti which he just bought last year, after selling a black Scoopy that was once bought by Mr. Kushari deceased .

Some of the crackle bags had been tied firmly by the man after carrying an Asti motorbike from a fairly safe parking lot in front of the market manager's office. A note of ten thousands of notes has been offered Asti which he received with gratitude. He and some people who also depend on his life in this market are very familiar with the figure of the grandson of Mr. Harjo Winangun deceased.

Not only can Asti finish school until the end of SMK in the midst of its limitations. The simple hijab-wearing girl greatly appreciated the person older than her regardless of her work and social status.

Even the beautiful girl was very polite and very smooth-spoken. Unfortunately the rumor made him shunned the youths from several villages who were interested in his facial beauty and behavior. They are afraid of the curse. The young men will be a thousand times thinking of making Asti his lover. Especially if you are a son-in-law! The young men will get a swearing-in from their parents. It may also be that they are removed from the KK and are not recognized as family members.

Pak Haji Anwar and Bu Haji Anissa have often discussed it. But the education of some villagers who only graduated from SD is very difficult to change. Various customs and customs of the ancestral heritage are still ingrained in their lives. Even though some of these habits are already contrary to the teachings of Islam, if it can be called a polytheist.

Silently there are still residents of Sendang Mulyo village who on a certain day put offerings on the largest bamboo tree on the road that divides the forest Sesajen is in the form of flowers consisting of 7 like flowers. There is a stack of market snacks and rice with chicken dishes complete with other side dishes and vegetable anointing. That is a variety of boiled vegetables are given sambal from grated coconut which is flavored with chili, salt, onion, terasi and a little brown sugar.

Pak Haji Anwar only shook his head when he saw the sajen. He used to come to this village because of the kindness of Mr. Harjo Winangun. Mr. Harjo hopes that with the presence of this young ustaz all ancient thoughts and old customary customs can be eroded with religious education.

As a young couple Pak Anwar and his wife wanted to live independently. Mr. Harjo Winangun had given the land next to the mosque that the man had built. The big house became their residence while managing the simple mushola.

Pak Haji Anwar and Pak Harjo Winangun's father used to be a boarding school in Boyolali. They are very familiar because they live in one district.

Pak Haji Anwar in addition to being a manager of the Grand Mosque in the District also has a business travel agency Hajj and Umrah. He often accompanied his congregation to Umrah.

Fortunately, Pak Harjo Winangun has implemented the fifth pillar of Islam when his wet garden harvest tons and bought by middlemen from Jakarta. At that time Asti was only 9 years old and sat in 4th grade SD

The arrival of Asti has been awaited by her budenya who is sitting on the terrace bench. The face of his deceased father's brother was already brighter than yesterday. Asti immediately grabbed the woman's hand and kissed her back.

" The market is a lot of rame, right ? " bude Ayu said after Asti lowered his bags from the front of his motorcycle.

"Alhamdulillah. Rame, De"

Asti immediately separated some side dishes and vegetables into smaller crackles. Later the crackle will be given to Bulek Ratih. That's how Asti appreciates the kindness of Lek No's family. They rarely count - a matter of the distribution of garden crops and rice harvests. Lek No Many years devoted himself to the family of Harjo Winangun who had lifted him from the slump.

Asti forced his Budenya to try Yu Yemi's cooking rice. Simple stalls in the market that sells a variety of side dishes and vegetables are cheap but delicious.

Many of the buyers are working mothers. They buy cooked food and side dishes from the yu Yemi stall after returning home from work for the family at home. Near the market there are standing offices of local government, private banks, and the government, puskesmas also some private-owned offices that some of the workers are women.

"Rest, De. Tomorrow if his body is a little good help me to the store, yes! The new items were delivered a little late in the afternoon. Asti hasn't been able to unload yet, De. Report. The shop was crowded from morning until evening ."

The woman smiled widely. Asti's joy is his happiness. Actually he could have lectured Asti to Solo, Yogyakarta or Semarang. Or some cities in East Java that have a good campus.

He felt a bit selfish for holding the only descendant of Harjo Winangun to remain in the village despite giving his family this curse. Though Asti's achievements in school are quite good from Elementary School to SMk.

From a small Asti will loudly mention his ideals to become a doctor. The greater the ideals also changed because of seeing the circumstances around him. He finally intends to become a teacher after seeing many villagers can only continue their schooling only until Junior High. More villagers are just passing SD.

For boys, their parents will look for various efforts so that their children can continue their school to SMK or High School which is the closest distance in the city of Regency. Sometimes their parents buy them a motorbike to reach a distance of almost 20 km from their village. Some are looking for a hostel closest to the school. Because the distance is quite tiring to be traveled round and forth almost every day.