Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapters 113. The arrival of Mr. Leon to Sendang Mulyo village
The arrival of Asti, Akbar and Bu Jum was immediately greeted by Bulek Ratih with his two ladies and gentlemen. Mbak Asni and Mbak Mar who followed along came out. Asti almost giggled. Look, they come by walking on the right and left sides of Bulek Ratih as he exits the kitchen. Similar to showing a dance performance on stage.
"Greetings Hall, Asti, Ma'am Jum!"
The three women answered almost simultaneously. Maybe because the sound of the rice mill machine was quite loud from the front yard to the house. So that the residents in this house do not hear when they say hello .
The three women still remained struggling in their power kitchen, even though in front of them shouted a bit loudly. Especially with the soft voice of Asti who said hello. Ha, huh.
" Meatballs, Lek!" Asti Tawar. Bu Jum was guarding Akbar who started running around in the front yard of the house. After all this morning, Akbar was only sat in the stroller by Asti, because the market was very crowded during market days and young dates in early February. The baby now feels free. Which scares. Bu Jum, because Akbar ran carelessly anywhere without seeing any danger around him.
The baby boy is always interested in the sounds and sounds of a motorbike or car. Especially cars with this modern grain grinder. The baby was finally carried by Lek No again. Afraid of Akbar falling. Moreover, the front page is full of piles of dry husks, which is a bit itchy when it hits the baby's skin that is still sensitive.
Mbak Asni pulled out a glass bowl, spoon and also a teapot filled with drinking water. They also put out rice in a thermos
" It's the fifth day Mr. Mun is grinding our rice. Lek No plan to go to your house to grow peanuts, after the rice planting period is over. ..." Report Bu Lek Ratih.
They were enjoying meatballs purchased from Mas Yono stalls selling in front of the west gate of the District Market. The meatballs taste delicious with a delicious concoction of the juice of beef reinforcement, a lot of spices and medok. But it does not cause a fishy smell, nor does it use a gajih, a type of tetelan that will stick to the tongue and feel sticky after it is finished eating.
" Meatball, Lek No. Kang?" tawar Bu Jum's.
" This is the gemoy not coming down. Just increase your weight, Akbar?" Ledek Kang Kayat who still holds Akbar. The boy laughed happily as his body was swung - swinging by Bulek Ratih's nephew.
" Yes, since returning home. He ate anything, just go in his mouth." Said Bu Jum.
" Yes, it's just delicious there, better food in the village, Yuk! No lalapan, sambel terasi let alone salted fish or Pete. Quietest..." Said Bulek Ratih excited.
" Bulek Ratih Rada contains after Umrah! " Back Ma'am Asni mocked him.
Everyone laughed amusedly. Since returning home, Bulek Ratih ate all the food he could not enjoy freely while in the Holy Land. In addition to the hotel restaurant does not provide, maybe the food is also difficult to obtain because it must be exported directly from Indonesia such as salted fish, terasi and pete.
Asti and Lek No's talks continued in the living room, with several other workers. Mr. Sugeng, the agricultural extensionist in their village, suggested that farmers grow peanuts with better seedlings. Asti quickly counted the purchase of peanuts and soybeans for their rice fields as a distraction. Moreover, the rain still fell a little. Fear of prolonged dry season, so they plant crops whose harvest period is no more than three months.
All costs have been detailed with careful counts. Including the purchase of fertilizers, pest drugs to the payment of daily wages of workers. Soon Asti transfers some money to Lek No account.
" It's this way, just. Asti. Insha Allah, later from the sale of rice is sufficient!" Pinta Lek No.
Kang Kayat was amazed how Asti was able to manage all the heritage of his family. Even if she's a woman. The man had heard that Mbah Harjo had taught it to Asti since he was Junior High. It seems that Asti is very strong in his math. The calculation is always accurate. From the rice harvest and the sale of coconuts in the garden, their families can still live a decent life until now.
" It's worth it, Madam Asti can build a shophouse, Mas! " Bisik Kak Kayat. After Asti pampit go home to bring his son and Bu Jum with his car.
" That's what led to Bude Ayu's late mother banning Asti from college! A great college in a big city. Fearing after finishing college Asti did not want to return to this village to keep all the heritage of the Winangun Family. Especially if he married another man who is not Javanese here. As a wife, of course, she must come wherever her husband works and lives, right?"
" Yes... In this village, Asti lost one by one his family members. If there were no family Mas Sarno he would just live alone..."
" What are your kids, Yat?"
" The two boys I put into a boarding school, Mas. It was a small. But by receiving an early education in the teachings of Islam, hopefully they can be a better young man."
" You later, look for fertilizer in the store near the crossroads of the market, huh? Invite Asni to occasionally buy negligee in that market. Poor your wife. In the kitchen, it works all day. Otherwise, the entertainment goes to the sub-district market for shopping!"
" Understandably, the cost to send to the pesantren is rather large, his parents must live to be able to send every month.so that children can still get a decent education."
Until the two adult men were somewhat startled by the sound of a car nearby quite loud down the road. Before long the car appeared and entered the front yard of Joglo house.
Kang Kayat's eyes glared at the sighting of a white Pajero car that is considered very luxurious in this village. Rarely do people in this area have it. Unless they get an inheritance by selling land or acres of rice fields belonging to their parents or grandfathers.
They had not commented, from the side door that opened, Mas Yanto came out. The man who works at Asti's house also looks after the shophouse.
" Assalamualaikum, Mr. Sarno!"
" Greetings Walaikum! " Answer the two men sitting in front of the terrace in unison. Soon another man came down from the driver's door, Leon Narendra Murti.
The man was tall, well-built, handsome with clothes that matched his appearance that afternoon. Tidy and expensive. His skin is clean signifies he rarely works in the field or in the heat of the sun.
"'Wow what's the good news? Until Mr. Leon came to my house in the village ...." Welcomed Lek No somewhat hesitantly. But he was also happy. They shake familiarly.
The herding of Mr. Leon entered into a Javanese-style house first. But with a more modern room arrangement because the floor is made of ceramic or patterned tiles.
The eyes of the man looked at this entire house which was all made from the teak of choice. Starting from the wood that became the pole of this house. A set of guest chairs, antique glass cabinets, long dining table with 8 high chairs. Not to mention the tall gebyok with intricate carvings. All made of selected teak wood, there are also intricate carvings on each side of the furniture.
" Mommy, please make a drink, okay? this is where Mr. Leon comes ushered in Mas Yanto."
It is precisely Mbak Asni and Mbak Mar who appear in the front room. They've heard about Mr. Leon. But they have long been curious about the figure of the city man who is always talked about by Bulek Ratih or Ninuk, if they are from the house of Madam Asti.
Ugh, the woman got a pinch from her sister-in-law. " Your eyes are, Mar is guarded. Not reporting on Slamet. Kapok you!"
The eyes of the two-child woman were rather amazed to see the beautiful face of Mr. Leon. Said the teenage daughter next door neighbor called her 'clear'.
" That's Asti's future husband?" mbak Mar Makin Kepo. " Well, if there's another guy like that, I want to...."
A powerful punch, patting his shoulder." Sure, I want to change my real husband. But Mr. Leon is not necessarily willing to be with you, Yuk! Who wants to be his wife, Asti, you know?"
Mbak Mar's mouth So manyun heard the tearing of his brother-in-law. Huh, it's hard if there's a brother who's not one frequency, so! Where would Asni be invited to hallucinate for a moment. Not every day they receive a guest handsome man Mr. Leon in this house.