Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapters 19. Forecast from Bude Ayu
The business of the store is a bit confusing for Asti. Many of the groceries he bought through WA or online are not in accordance with his expectations.So if sold again he gets a lot of losses because of the low quality of materials and high prices of goods.
One day, Haji Anissa called Asti about her plan to rent the girl's shop at the sub-district market. Two days later Asti met the woman at her home.
It turns out that Bu Haji Anissa wants to open a special store that sells various Umrah or Hajj needs. From men's and women's clothing, Ihram's clothes and equipment. Because similar stores exist only in other areas that are quite far away.
Moreover, Bu Haji also needs an assistant who will guard the store. Because she also had to help her husband in the hajj and umroh travel agency owned by his father-in-law. Be Dania who will take care of the store. The girl was very grateful to be given the opportunity to work.
Bude Ayu also understands Asti's now-married status is bound by rights and obligations as a wife and housewife. She also heard that Asti was obliged to join the organization as the wife of a state servant in her husband's office.
Until Asti is surprised when Bude Ayu tells him to come to the woman's room. He handed over a large bag containing certificates of land, houses, rice fields as well as gardens. He said it was Asti's part. Because he also gave a little of his share to Lek No. The man was taken by Mr. Harjo Winangun from his grandmother's house in Ngawi after his parents divorced. Lek No's grandfather was the younger brother of Bude Asti's grandfather.
Satrio was even more shocked when Asti was given a box containing gold ornamentation . Some are relics of Almarhumah Mbah Sri, some belong to Bude Ayu who bought from rice crops and gardens many years ago.
The man put all the maps in his backpack. Later that night he will return home to the city, because every morning he must be present at the office on time.
In the wooden box there are various kinds of jewelry made of gold. But the jewelry is old-fashioned models such as necklaces, bracelets and brooches. Asti intends to sell a little jewelry to buy a new motorbike, while the motorcycle in the village will be given to Ninuk. He felt it was hard not to have a private vehicle. Wherever the bus or other transportation is limited.
Beat red magenta became Asti's choice when delivered Satrio to the motorcycle dealer. If you are looking for another color, you have to wait a long time.
Every time Satrio came home from work, the man would take Asti around the city on his new motorcycle, which was still waiting for the completion of the police number and STNK.
The man asked his wife to memorize the main streets in the city as well as some mouse or alternative roads. To more quickly achieve a goal, for example, to the market.
Asti felt restless and had trouble sleeping. Satrio fell asleep next to him. Afraid of waking her husband up, she slowly left the room.
Since a week ago, there were traders from other regions who bought coconut crops in their gardens. Just this afternoon the transaction was completed after Mr. Bangun sent the payment via transfer to the Asti account number at BRI.
Many times Asti called Bude Ayu since the afternoon to tell about the nominal payment. Lek No asked to be given cash only for his part, because there is one need.
Even Bude Ayu plans to take Asti and Satrio to Purwokerto, when Satrio is a bit of a leisure. Because both Asti's in-laws have good names there. Maybe with a simple thanksgiving event, they can introduce Asti as the daughter-in-law of Pak Cahyadi Wibowo and Widyati Mother.
The more daylight Asti the more powerless. Even the call of the mas vegetable maker who shouted from his front home also he did not care. The coffee glass used by Satrio suddenly detached from Asti's grip when washed. The glass from the white ceramic slid to the floor with a loud shattering sound.
Almost had his index finger scratched the largest shard when cleaned. Asti's body trembled, afraid that something would happen with that premonition. Not afraid Satrio was disappointed because the glass was by-by that of Mbak Sasha, while on his vacation two months ago to the Netherlands and France.
His HP ringer sounded from the table in the front room. After seeing the name of the caller Asti a bit surprised. Tumben Satrio called while he was still working.
"Assalamualaikum, Ma!" Answer Asti.
" Dear, you're ready to be picked up in an hour, yeah!'
" What's up, Mom? Is Bude Ayu okay?"
" good. Come on, baby, I'm gonna walk home."
Asti ran to his room. He quickly changed into a navy blue cotton tunic and wide toad pants made of denim.Tak forgot sling bag containing wallet and HP.
She was tidying up the veil she was wearing to match her clothes today. That's when he heard the sound of a car stopping in front of the house .
Satrio did not even want to get off the car that sign he was really in a hurry. Immediately the engine was restarted, when Asti had already opened the door on the side. Seeing the serious Satrio, Asti fell silent during the trip.
They walked quickly to a passageway with a large ER writing on it.
Asti choked, near the waiting room there is Lek No, Pak Haji Anwar and a man dressed in police service who is Satrio's best friend. Mr. Herlambang.
" Astie!" The call came from the voice of Bulek Ratih who was behind him. The woman hugged Asti while crying.
" Budemu Asti, very sick!'
Asti's eyes pined at the figure of the woman behind the glass wall lying helplessly with various medical devices surrounding her. His face was fitted with an oxygen hose. There were two infusion hoses and a reddish glass bottle filled with blood .
" Well, Bude why? " ask Asti weakly. Satrio held Asti's drooping body as needed. Wife fainted.
Almost an hour later Asti regained consciousness, and regained consciousness as her body lay in a treatment room. There was an infusion hose on top of his bed lying down, while his right arm had an infusion needle piercing his pulse.
" Dear you're awake? " ask Satrio. His face the young man looked anxious as well as tired.
Satrio continued to stroke his wife's cold cheek. The sound of the door opening. Bu Haji Anissa came in. He slowly sat down next to Satrio.
" I'm called Mr. Haji!"
The man was somewhat reluctant to leave his wife in a state that looked pale and weak.
" A minute, yeah. Asti. I'll be here again!"
" Stranquil, Mas. I'll take care of Asti ."
" Mommy, what's sick Bude? Why?"
The woman stared a long time ago.
Bu Haji seems to be trying to gather strength to convey the important news.
" Bude Ayu's house was robbed last night. In the morning Lek No wanted to see Budemu, rather suspicious because the door of the house and the window next to Bude's room was wide open.'
" Bude Ayu is okay, right?"
There were tears dripping down the woman's cheek." Your slave was lying on the bed but had fainted. Maybe Budemu fight...'
" All the money and embellishment of Bude's collection has been given to me, ma'am. We spent last week there."
There was disbelief on the woman's face. " Bude did that?"
Asti's voice was shaking more and more holding back the cry." Even last year Bude had taken care of all the land letters, from the rice fields and houses. It's even been separated by Lek No's land letter."
The woman was silent for a long time. While stroking elus next to Asti's hand that is not attached to the infusion needle.
" Patience and trust Asti. Pray your budu quickly wake up. He's still in treatment "