Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapters 100. The Rage of Bulek Ratih
News of the break-in of stores in the sub-district market only expanded its spread in a matter of hours. It usually starts with people trading or shopping in that market. They easily tell the event to others he met on the street or neighbors on the right - left of their homes.
More and more people know and hear the news because it is delivered by word of mouth. But if the news is in accordance with the facts and existing data, who heard will get the latest information that happens around them.
Similarly, the news was conveyed by Bu Dian, a neighbor near Bulek Ratih's house in the village. The woman opened a small shop in front of her house. In addition to selling various daily necessities, he also sells a variety of fried foods.
That morning, Bulek Ratih came to the woman's shop. Probably because shopping a little bit. So the mothers who are usually buyers do not gather too much in the stall.
Bulek Ratih bought two packs of kretek cigarettes and two packs of filter cigarettes for male workers who were helping them work on the rice harvest. In addition to working in the rice fields, at home also the women work to dry rice in the yard next to the house. The yard was plastered flat with cement.
Bu Dian's face was already stretched out to see the presence of a woman who was quite respected by the neighbors in this village. At least there is a name Winangun attached to the name of his family members. People say, Pak Sarno was the son of his half-brother Mbah Harjo. The marriage was not registered in the state.
" Today's news about the break-in at the market you said, right, Yuk?" bulek Ratih asked with a soft voice and a sour face.
Bulek Ratih has paid for the groceries. He seemed to be still standing in front of the shop there, intending to seek the truth from the words of the owner of the stall in the form of accusations.
"Sorry, yeah... I am the one talking! Is there something wrong, Sarno?" Bela Bu Dian is fierce.
" That's a lot..."
The two customer mothers who were sitting near the stall were also quite surprised by the tone of Bulek Ratih's speech that began to rise. " Sampleyan should have heard Mr. Hermawan's explanation from beginning to end. So don't just listen!"
The woman was still trying to contain her anger. " For you are accusing Asti of being involved in the store break-in. Why don't you just report it to Mr. Kapolsek. Mr. Hermawan is there, right?"
Ms. Dian was starting to be shocked. Bulek Ratih commonly called Bu Sarno was rarely invite his neighbors to fight or fight for any problems. He was beginning to fear that the remark would get him reported back to the police by Asti!
" Asti is offended, you know! Said who planned the break-in. It's not the first, yeah. Bu Dian vilified - bad name Asti and Mbah Harjo Winangun. What's wrong with them is the same, Miss Dian ? "
All those who were there were silent as well. Some of the hottest gossip in this village, it indeed blows from a small shop owned by Bu Dian. Of course, Ms. Dian who always spreads news and gossip that is enough to make ear heat for people who are the object of gossip. No exception to the Winangun family.
Like yesterday's news. Indeed Bu Dian heard from the stories of people around the market. Including the stories of the employees of the shop where he was shopping.
Arriving home, the news was immediately spread to the mothers who were increasingly crowded in their stalls. The rumor got hotter, when he also heard there was a policeman waiting for Asti's arrival. The clothing store was closed that morning.
From those mothers, Wati heard it. The young girl who worked at the house of Bu Haji Anissa was shocked. Especially clearly Bu Dian accused Asti of being involved. Because after Bu Dian finished shopping, saw the Asti store guarded by several police members. Even Mr. Herman was sitting in front of the store that had just opened.
Wati who does not believe the gossip news, because it is very disturbing. Until the girl threatened to record Bu Dian's words with her hape. The fertile woman even challenged and invited him with the words "No Fear!"
" Mrs Dian, what you said could be slander, you know! Wati's been keeping the tape for evidence.
Sorry, yes. Yuk! You and I are both immigrants in this village, because they were brought by the husband."
"Learn first, Yuk Dian ! The history of this Sendang Mulyo village. Many kok, village elders who are living witnesses of the origin of the descendants of Winangun."
"Yu Dian can't like our family, please! But do not continue to like to slander. Mbah Buyut Asti is the founder of Sendang Mulyo village. That's why most of the rice fields and coconut groves are his. Not to mention the joglo house and the big house behind it. Don't tell me the origin of our family's wealth! Said to wear a demit tumbar or piara or something... Anyway you are the one I will make the fall from this untrue news! Let you feel the coldness of the prison walls. This slander and your accusation will be reported to the police!"
" What's up, Mom?" reprimand Mr. Supangat who rushed down by jumping from the tub behind the car.
Mbah Sur, in-laws of Bu Dian who from earlier was frying bananas in the kitchen had heard a lot of the origin of the dispute.
" Wife, Nang... Start looking for more! Now he accuses Asti of being involved in the break-in of a grocery store in that market. Try any? Make Bu Sarno emotional and angry to Dian."
Mr. Supangat's face became red. He walked quickly and opened the door of the stall . Immediately he slapped his wife's cheek with his right palm.
" People you, Mom! Play just anyone accuse people! Police are still investigating the incident and have not found the culprit yet! This is you're playing accuse."
The sound of the slap was so loud, that it sounded the scream of Bu Dian
The woman cried howling while holding her painful cheek. The Fathers began to come down one by one from the back of the car. Including Lek No who was driving the car.
" Why are you here, Mom?" ask Ninuk Kalem's father.
"'I don't accept Bu Dian's talk about Asti, sir! He's just playing around, accusing Asti of being involved in the break-in. Sorry Mr. Supangat, your wife always said the wrong thing about Asti and our family. We don't like being slandered like this..."
" I'm sorry, Mrs Sarno. Pak Sarno's. My wife is a petty woman and likes to talk carelessly. Sorry..."
" Already, Mom. Let's go home! They all came back from the fields. Had lunch prepared at home?"
" Already, sir." replied Bulek Ratih slowly, holding his breath. The anger was quite draining his energy and mind as well. Who says angry people don't make us tired?
" Come, Mr. Supangat. Continue on! " Shouted Pak Sarno giving aba-aba.
Finally Bulek Ratih according to when invited to get in front of the open tub car. Before long the car loaded with piles of rice sacks was moving towards Joglo house at the end of the road there.
Bu Dian's cry began to sound soft. The woman's lush cheeks showed her husband's reddened palms.
"Eat her, Ms. Dian, we told you yesterday, that's hoax news, right?" said the mother who wears a blue batik negligee.
" It is true that Bu Sarno said that! Ma'am Asti is the founder of this village. His kindness also declined to his only child, Mbah Harjo Winangun. As long as he served as the head of the village, the crooked land can also be done by the village community to grow palawija." said another mother.
" So don't envy the legacy and treasures of the Winangun family, Dian! Just calculate how much the rice fields and gardens cost, now? It could be billions if it is sold. Especially now that Asti can build a large and multi-storey house, not to mention the four pillars.."
" Dizziness if you count the treasures of others?" Bisik Mbah Sur, in-law of Bu Dian. " Don't have liver disease, Dian. How God will give you abundant treasure. You just like to slander people, talk about other people's mistakes. Sometimes I like to complain between mothers here. Well, that's your reaction... Your life is not a blessing, it likes to make people hurt and angry."
The two women who were neighbors with Bu Dian confirmed Mbah Sur's speech. The old woman went back into the house. He looked very disappointed by the behavior of his eldest son-in-law.
Especially when the two neighboring women Bu Dian knew, if her husband also worked in the Asti rice field as a daily labor force. That Lady Dian seemed to be spitting on her own dinner plate.