Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapters 112. Still About Dania
Mas Danu was fixated on hearing Joko's whisper about Dania's connection to Jago's activities yesterday.
" It's a girl lacking any affection looking for attention, anyway! Temenan same Jago, yes utilized. So naive..."
" Therefore, Asti was the same Bu Jum who felt sorry for the Dania family. Pretty sad too, hearing her family background!"
" At least, Dania could think, so! If his actions are wrong. Especially if Jago and his herd are caught by the police. Surely Dania will also be taken as well. What's the term for a guy like Dania, Jok?"
" Dania is a container!"
" Now that's, I mean," replied Mas Danu in a cry.
Upset, Joko patted his sohib shoulder firmly. " Don't think weird, deh!"
" Is Dania desperate like that, huh? Because you know you don't like his presence here. Not just you, huh ! The children also have ilfil with the attitude and appearance of Dania tacky. Until he got involved with Jago, that was a very desperate act!"
" Stupid woman! That is the point of a person should be education also accompanied by strong religious teachings. So a wise and virtuous person... Helped by people who don't care! Helped people, people who help are cheated. It's hard, Danu! Judging the behavior of a girl like Dania's..." Joko said at length.
" It looks like Dania is just looking for a shortcut to all the hardships of life she has been through all this time..." Mas Danu said less sure as well.
" Ah, wes Ra muddied me... Let's just close it! Two or three servings left? Spend it, we'll give it to the young people hanging out here..." Bring Joko.
Mas Danu finished Joko's request. While Firman and his colleagues began to do the cleaning of the stall. Some are folding tables and chairs. Some wash dishes and throw food scraps on black plastic. Tomorrow the trash will be dumped by Mr. Spirit in a public garbage shelter so as not to cause a bad smell.
Exactly at 22:30. the tent stall has closed. Some of the young people Joko called to come started to enjoy hot fried noodles that were put into some stereo foam containers with plastic spoons and mineral water cups in the crackle. Everything has been prepared by Mas Joko's men. The young men would guard the territory until morning, taking turns with their friends.
The morning has passed. Seen busy in Asti's house. Sister Ning is preparing breakfast. Usually the woman fries eggs or prepares vegetables stir-fry that is easy and quick to serve. Later in the day Joko will take Ninuk back to his boarding place in the city.
Small storms began from Akbar who began to cry when he saw his mother was neat and ready to go to the market. Until Akbar's crying was hard to stop. Forced Asti to bring Akbar, because his son was used to being with him almost two weeks ago.
" Yes, already. Adek wants to come with mom? We'll stop by the house, Mbah No. Yea?" asti asked gently mixed in anxiety. Huh, I think he just pinched Akbar's cheeks so upset, because most of the drama of the boy now.
" Yes." replied Akbar with tears still running. Just be careful if Akbar topples his body to the floor.Huh, can be scolded.
" Not buying toys! Akbar's toys are plenty. Akbar was smart, his cry was reduced..." There is a lot of advice that Bu Jum gives.
" No, Ndak!" Reject Akbar stubbornly.
Soon Bu Jum put on Akbar's shoes while Asti called Pita. The girl had opened the shop, with the key given by her brother Mas Firman, which was deposited from Asti in the afternoon.
The crowded market conditions provide their own busyness for Asti. Puspita is getting more skilled when serving the buyers. She is more polite and speaks patiently to the buyers who are generally women from young teenagers to middle-aged mothers. Of course with all the comments and demands. But Puspita still speaks carefully and alert.
The child who sat in the stroller was still busy snacking. It did not matter that he became the talk of the three women who were beside him. The crowded market conditions, make Asti keep watch so that Akbar is not taken anywhere in the past, both by Bu Jum and Puspita.
Sure enough, Akbar soon fell asleep after spending half of the contents of the milk bottle. With heart, Asti placed a small pillow on her son's head. The look on Akbar's face was now exactly the same as his. Perhaps because Asti was more sincere with the divorce, little by little the face that decreased from Satrio faded on Akbar's face before the age of two years. Though Akbar's stubbornness is the original imprint of his biological father.
The merchandise in the storefront has been neatly arranged back by Puspita. It seemed that the young girl was very diligent and deft. So no need to be told again, already know the task and work. Asti hopes Puspita is better than Dania. Because during the stay of almost 12 days more store revenue remained stable.
" Later if it's a little quiet, just close it, Pita! Ma'am wants to go to Sendang Mulyo village..."
" Yes, Ma!" answer Puspita manners.
" Friday we close shop. You go straight home, just! We shop all plus less stock items, such as socks and veils."
Puspita's eyes pricked very happy. " The morning we leave, ma'am?"
" Little afternoon, it's okay! This is the bullet's gonna come along too." Appoint Asti to Akbar who is still asleep. Not disturbed by the crowds of the market and the speech of people around him.
" Here you go, Puspita if you already have a tail. I can't go anywhere alone. Must have cried and asked to come. But what a pleasure it is, it is home. You can also play free on tv. Afraid that her mom's taken away, kali!"
" Yes, Ma'am. If a woman is married, let alone having children, the more responsibility. Especially like Madam Asti who plays not only as a mother, but as a person to make a living!"
"'I'm glad you're getting wiser and more mature, Puspita!"
Their conversation stopped when Bu Jum came with two bags of grocery crackles. Almost all of them are vegetables and fruit. Not to mention that Asti has been entrusted to Joko to buy him cut chicken and fish in the district market. Because the side dishes in the refrigerator have depleted their supply.
The trip to the village of Sendang Mulyo is not up to 15 minutes, because Asti passes a shortcut behind the market. Had bought several servings of meatballs with plastic bags as by-by the house Lek No later.
Sure enough, his home page was very crowded. Lek No and Kang Kasat were calling a traveling rice miller in an open tub car. The rest of the rice husk, later collected to be mixed to fertilize the soil . After the rice husk called the husk is burned and will be mixed with compost.
So do not be surprised if the vegetable plants behind the joglo house grow very fertile. From chili, tomato to mustard and spinach. All of that was done by Kang Kayat after seeing impressions on youtube and the internet about utilizing agricultural waste for fertilizer.
Akbar ran into Lek No's arms after getting out of the car. Full of affection, the man raised Akbar's fat body while playing it. The baby laughed happily.
" How many sacks, Lek?" ask Asti.
" Maybe the last mill tomorrow, Asti!" Answer Lek No. While playing with Akbar.
Beside the house, there are dozens of sacks of rice ready to be marketed to local traders who have ordered Lek No. Some will be stored for their own supplies and needs. Piles of sacks of rice were already piled up in the warehouse. Abundant rice yields certainly bring its own blessings for this family. The wages of the workers were already paid before Lek No and Bulek Ratih left for Umrah.
There is still a lot of talk behind Asti who remains passionate about everything they do. Even if we do good, if people don't like it, what we do is wrong in their eyes.