
As the saying goes, "Human life is like a flowing stream of water" that is the belief in Asti.
His life since he was a child had to face a huge wave many times. That is, when Asti was born, the father had died a month earlier. So that he and his biological mother, invited by husband and wife Harjo Winangun. They brought Asti who was 40 days old, from Yogyakarta to Sendang Mulyo village to live there.
Asti was also taken care of by her mother very briefly. Not even the age of the baby reached 6 months, the Winangun family had to lose track of the baby mother who was forced to return to her homeland in South Kalimantan. After leaving for more than a month the young woman did not give any more news with her late husband's family in Java. Because there was a great conflict that befell his family there, in the city of Banjarmasin.
The wave hit again, when Mbah Putri also died. Until Bude Ayu, her late father's brother came and took care of her. Bude Ayu divorced her husband in silence. There is no other reason to go back to Sumatra. Where the Bude's husband as a state servant served.
Even the eldest daughter of Mr. Harjo Winangun, was forced to marry the next village chief... Because, his father has a debt of gratitude with a man who always helps the struggle first to prosper his village.
Bude Ayu was forced to do that because of his piety to his parents. Though he was more happy to take care of Asti niece than the baby was 7 months to 10 years old. Bude Ayu's life is also not good even though he lives in a large house owned by Mr. Kushari. She was infuriated by her husband's wives. Also troubled with the honeymooners who continue to disturb the peace of his life and Asti.
Even the Winangun family also had to pay the debt of gratitude by letting some of their rice fields be done by relatives of Pak Kushari with a profit sharing system. Of course with a very unbalanced count.
Asti had started hearing about the curse on him since he was in the 7th grade. The news got stronger after Mbah Harjo Winangun died when Asti was in the early 9th grade.
Asti is getting worse, because without the protection of his grandfather, the accusation as a girl who carries a curse has destroyed him. He was considered to make the Winangun family unlucky, and suffered the loss of one person after another - the death of his family members.
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" Mom, Ma'am Asti!" There was a knock on her bedroom door, accompanied by a voice call from Mbak Ning.
" A minute, Sister Ning...."
Asti exclaimed, while taking the key of the motor and his sling bag. He was fixated on seeing Mbak Ning's face that was not pleasant to see. When he opened the door to his room.
" What's up, Sister Ning?"
" Dania's mother, Ma'am! I want to meet Asti. But I have told. In a minute, I'm going to the market."
Sure enough, her mother Dania was already sitting sweetly waiting for her in the living room. It seems that he is more concerned with this affair of Dania than his work as a farm laborer in his rice fields.
Lek No pays their energy wages daily. Does he not love to lose the wage money more needed for his two children who are still in school at SMPN near the sub-district? Dania's sister still has hope and a better future.
At least they need pocket money or fees to go to school. Because of the school today, there are assignments from teachers that require fees for print out or photocopy.
" I'm sorry, Madam Asti. I'm interrupting again?" her mother said Dania seemed to be in a hurry. Asti's afraid to leave, and Dania's problem is not helped.
" Mum Tumirah, if it's about Dania I really can't help... Sorry, I have to go to the market!" asti said a little annoyed.
How hard is this woman's head. Perhaps that character was revealed to Dania. Until that young girl was so hard to tell by anyone. Including prohibitions from others when he hangs out with Jago's group.
" Did Asti not pity, to Dania? Let's just say Dania has been working in the store for a long time, Mommy!"
" Since Dania came out of the store, I'm no longer responsible for what Dania's doing out there. It's the responsibility of the mother as her parents" said Asti firmly.
" That Dania thing is including a crime. There's a legal provision. After all it's Mr. Wardi's business, because he's the one who suffered the loss. All that stuff that got robbed went for hundreds of millions, ma'am. Here, Dania is involved!"
" No way that is! Dania said because the facial recordings of her friends were taken from CCTV from the Asti Mbak store. So Dania was accused too!"
" Whatever... I want to say anything please! Maybe with Dania's talk, he could be released from prison ..."
The sound of their conversation was also heard by Joko from the side house door. Soon he came to the living room. Mother Tumirah's face flushed red, after knowing Joko was already in this room. The young man looked at her with a cold look.
" Come, Asti go to the market! Dania's business, now it's my business, too."
" Excuse me, Assalamu'alaikum!" Asti. Straight out of the guest room to the garage where he parked his motorbike.
" You don't have to interfere, Joko! What's your business with Dania!"
" Sorry, Mom. Dania has been lying and cheating all this time. Maybe if Asti is evil, he's been reported to the police!"
" I never wanted to know about the relationship of Dania. I am only obliged to keep the peace of my family members, Ninuk and Asti!"
The woman whose body was already rather thin and dull-faced stood up to challenge Joko." Who are you, huh ? Only son of Sarno. His mother was an affair only Mr. Saidin Winangun. Luckily your father was recognized as Harjo Winangun's nephew. Don't be proud of yourself, Tole! There's no Winangun blood in your body. Because your grandmother was just a castor who got married in series. So don't be arrogant!"
" Then, it means that mother is still a brother with Asti Winangun, is that it? So shamelessly ask Asti to help, borrow all the money! Still got mom's face coming here, hold Asti accountable for what she's doing. Conscious, Mom! Dania's actions were included as a container of stolen goods. The threat of punishment is severe... Maybe the mother's house in the village, if mortgaged or sold, could not redeem the freedom for Dania... Mother's son is a criminal!"
The eyes of the woman who was the same age as her mother, had already reddened to hold back tears.Joko did not care! If there are people whose lives are difficult or poor, Joko still respects it. This is already poor, insulting people who will be asked for help. Don't know yourself, Dania's mother! Arrogant anyway!
" From tomorrow, Father and Mother, do not have to work in Asti rice fields! Why has my mother always helped people like her sincerely, but was humiliated and despised like this?
The Winangun family isn't a maniac of respect, Mom! But the mother who kept begging to be able to follow her work on our land!"
Without saying another word, the woman turned around out of Asti's living room... In front of him she wears her sandals. Bu Jum who had heard Yu Tumirah's tirade could only stroke his chest.
It looks like a woman hastily walked out of Asti House. Mas Yanto also said he did not answer. They still have a brotherly bond.
" Why is Dania's mother, Mas Joko?" tanya Mas Yanto was confused.
" Why not! Next time if anyone's looking for Asti's mom. Tell him the guy's gone. That's so!"
" Okay, Mas.. Ready it!" The young man who was just a graduate of SD quickly closed the gate of the house before returning to his post in the front shophouse.
" Hear Also, Miss Jum?" Tegur Joko who entered the house after locking the living room door.
Bu Jum's face blushed somewhat embarrassed. Because he was caught by Joko still standing glued near the parlor of the living room.
" How can you not hear? Mas Joko's voice was loud. Luckily Akbar booted it in the upper room. Me and Ms. Ning are here so scared. Afraid of Mas Joko's khilaf and slapped that selfless Yu Tum!"
" Sorry, Ma... I was being tough on Mother Tumirah. All Dania's faults are thought to be due to Asti. So the mother forced Asti to lend money to pay for the services of a lawyer. Want to sell his kidney too, the mother still can not release Dania who is threatened with imprisonment!"
" Pity Madam Asti! He has been very kind to Dania and her family. Yes, because it looks they are still the brother of Bulek Ratih. Uh, no, they're very petty and demeaning to Mas Joko's family."
" Let's go, Ma'am Jum...Want to know. Who else would help them?"
So nervous with the words of his mother Dania earlier, Joko immediately informed her father. Although not a person who likes to complain to his parents. Apparently, Dania's mother doesn't need to be bullied anymore!
It was precisely Bulek Ratih who was angry to hear the report from Joko. At lunch he tried to speak well with his father Dania. So they talk only in the living room of the Joglo house. Whereas some of the other workers after finishing eating returned to the rice fields to work.
A lot of work is done there, in addition to removing weeds or weeds that disturb young peanut plants. Some are hoeing to drain water into the moor.
" Kang, is it really Dania's business to involve Asti? It's been a long time, lo Dania quit not working at Asti's store!"
" I'm sorry, Yu Ratih! To pay for the services of a lawyer is very expensive... We tried to borrow money from Asti!"
" Borrow money, really. Force it!"
" what are you talking about, Yu?" asked Mr. Sungkono a bit angry.
"So your wife came back to Asti's house. He continued to talk a lot to say Joko and about the origins of Pak Sarno all. Is this what you guys are doing behind my back? " ask Bulek Ratih.
" I'm sorry, Yu. Maybe Dania's mother was flabbergasted. We don't know where to borrow money?"
" From tomorrow, you don't have to come here anymore. This is not our farm. This is Winangun's legacy. At least if it is helped by that person, then it is the same as howling! Don't do anything as good as udelnya! I don't want my family and Asti to be demeaned!"
Back Pak Sungkono's eyes glazed over. The only one who knows a lot about the family in this house is his wife. But he was also a bit disappointed if by rude, his wife insulted and dropped the martabak Pak Sarno Winangun.
The man left the house with an old motorbike which was given by Pak Sarno. In his pocket there are sheets of hundreds of thousands of rupiah of wages for his and his wife in these ten days. Not to forget he brought half a sack of rice from his wife's brother. Perhaps from this day on they will not work in the Asti paddy fields forever.