Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapter 3. The Village of Sendang Mulyo
For a long time the residents have not heard of the violence of Mas Arise due to the news of his failed arrest. Suddenly Pak Haji Anwar brought news that Mbak Nani's son died last night. The four-year-old had severe diarrhea and was late for medical help.
As is the custom of people in the village of Sendang Mulyo when they hear the news of death. They also began to prepare to go to the temple. Or come to the house of the bereaved to offer condolences. Sometimes to stop their work such as going to the fields or to the fields as a sign of sympathy.
Pak Haji Anwar until deploying one more car in the office of the bureau of Hajj and Umrah trips belonging to his extended family, to be used as a means of transportation for the group of citizens who served to the house of Mbak Nanik. They set out together until the cars went hand in hand like a seven-dozen march.
Bude Ayu had thought that Ms. Nanik lived in her in-laws' giving house near the back of the market.
The house was built by Mr. Kushari at a cost of hundreds of millions of rupiah, because the price of the land is also quite high and is located in a strategic place. Not to mention the two-storey large house that takes the example of a model house in big cities.
This is what triggers the envy and anger of his sister Mas Timbul other. Because when they get married, they do not have a big and lively party. Even the children of Mr. Kushari married a man whose work is not fixed. So after marriage they live in the family home together first wife or second wife.
It turned out that the group of mourners from their village, even had to travel a further distance. Almost reached the border of Central Java and East Java.
Until Bude Ayu recognized that in the village there was a relative who lived, namely Pakde Sanjaya. His mother's sister is late. Even there are still some children of Pakde Sanjaya who also have a family.
The road to the village was neat because it was platooned and got on the right side of the road for drainage. Inova car driven by Mr. Haji who became the leader of the group finally stopped in a large two-story house building with a large courtyard. But the house seemed unkempt because it was filled with various objects - abandoned junk objects, such as broken tables and piles of sofas that are no longer shaped due to heat and rain for years.
When the villagers get out of the car, they are greeted by a man who is referred to as Brother Nanik. Some of the mothers who participated in the group went into a spacious room and somewhat worn because the paint was peeled off.
They sat around with shabby mats. While the fathers were still conversing with the elders of this village, known by Pak Anwar and Lek No.
Until they saw the body of the four-year-old girl, laid on the floor with a mat and her body covered with batik cloth.
Not many neighbors came. Though their village seems closer to the houses of its inhabitants with a better life with many new permanent houses built.
Pak Haji Anwar opened the word to convey the purpose and purpose of the people of Sendang Mulyo come to the funeral home. He also led prayer. After praying one by one the mothers moved to insert the envelope into a plastic container covered with a tablecloth of batik cloth. The container was on a wooden table placed near the entrance.
" Bude Ayu!" Call Nanik who recognizes the woman among the other mothers.
He got up from his seat at the boundary between the living room and the kitchen. Nanik hugged Bude Ayu and cried loudly. Bude tried to strengthen Nanik's heart.
He told me in an unbiased manner that he felt guilty about not taking his son to the hospital after four days of illness and was only given medicine that he could buy in the shop.
Nanik's cry and Bude Ayu's presence attracted the attention of a married couple who emerged from the inner room. The old man forced his half-paralyzed leg to approach Bude Ayu guided by the thin woman with a very pale face.
Bude Ayu immediately slipped a white envelope into the hand of the woman who should have been called the son-in-law. The middle-aged woman rushed out of the room that felt her neck strangled. The few women standing by the door were slightly pushed away by Bude Ayu. But they are understood and silent because they are in a mourning atmosphere.
At first glance he heard Nanik say that they are his parents. They wanted to meet and talk to him.
The figure of Bude Ayu was immediately recognized by Mr. Sanjaya, the man known as the village elder. The man stood gallantly in front of the large fence.
" Yeah!" Call the man because he saw the woman as if she was going to leave this place immediately. He barely even recognized his usual nephew.
Bude Ayu was shocked to meet his late mother's sister in this house. Ayu turned around and greeted him.
" Wait a minute! He asked his sister Nanik to take three cans of glass mineral water in his shop."
Sure enough from inside the house appeared a middle-aged woman, the second daughter of Mr. Sanjaya . The woman tidied up her hood and met her cousin's sister. They hugged each other for a while while kissing the left and right cheeks.
" Sir, let me take Ayu home! Please, tell the leader of his entourage yes, sir . Let Lisa drive Ayu home!"
The two women moved out of the house. The presence of Bu Diah was soon recognized by several young men in the village who became impromptu parking attendants . An older man drives the latest red Nmax motor.
"Pung, I told Bambang to get mineral water at the store, if you don't ask Yani!"
" Thank you, Miss Diah" said the young man again.
" Don't do this, Pung! What's up fast it's fast talk. Be afoot. Pity those who come to visit from far away, thirst !"
" Sorry, Mom. Mr. Junaidi's family has no initiative! Always troublesome... When the arrogant rich half-dead, the poor and destitute do not know themselves! ." Grumpily a young man who seemed to be the leader of the group.
" Mom go back, yeah! Going home, here comes a cousin. Call home if there's anything else."
Bude Ayu, immediately ride in the big motorbike of the latest model. With deft Mbak Diah, a woman who is only four years older than him, runs his motorbike to the southeast of the village. The direction of the road instead returned to the main road of the village.
Ms. Dyah and her husband opened a sizable store in front of the main road in their village. Ms Diah's husband used to work in a big hotel in Surabaya. They returned to this village after their youngest son graduated college and worked abroad .
From the back of the big store was the house of Madam Dyah. He had two employees to help keep the grocery store.
Mbak Dyah's house is not big, but neat and comfortable. For every day they lived alone with her husband. All of her children who were already married lived outside the area. Some even stayed in the field for years.
" Why did you rush out? Pas I'm looking for. Uh, Nanik's parents came looking !"
" I've been hurt and disappointed, Ma'am . They're evil all the same as my family. Then if you've apologized for all the business?"
Diah's mother continued to rub the back of her cousin's sister. After the arrival of Sarno to his father's house, then one by one they began to find various problems carried out by the Junaidi family, including by his father, Baskoro.
" Mom Dyah knows, right? For years Asti was humiliated and kept away with that untrue curse. Our niece is suffering, Ma'am."
The tears of Bude Ayu. Seeing the pain suffered by Pak Jainudin and Bu Sriyatun, it seems that it has not removed all the bitterness received by the Harjo Winangun family.
Even they seem not satisfied also after the death of Bude Ayu's sister who almost coincided with the death of his mother who they call a plague?
Only a short time ago Bude Ayu heard that the incitement of her mother-in-law from Mas Timbul made her stepson was consumed by the flames of revenge and indiscriminate anger!