Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapter 247. Meeting Other Relatives

Mr. Sampurno led them out of the room inside the village office building. He held Akbar, because the boy was getting tired, because his nap was too late. While Mr. Cakra, Joko and Typhoon did not participate, because they had to immediately complete some of the news reports that will be brought by the bank later in the afternoon.

The public relations staff in the village have also announced that they are preparing lunch for everyone to help with activities on this day. The food was cooked by the mothers of the core PKK driving team members from Sumber Sari Village.

At least all the officers involved in the activity can rest comfortably. So they don't have to go far, just to find a rice stall, just for lunch.

" Not far, though! We'll just walk there!" said Mr. Sampurno, continue to give them spirit.

The group walked approximately 200 meters from the front of the village office. Still on the same road. In the house with a high wall, white and with a brown iron fence that they stopped. Right in front of the gate made of wrought iron with intricate gold plated carvings.

The wrought iron door was pushed by a guard from inside, because it was already waiting for the arrival of Mr. Sampurno. The housekeeper politely opened the gate wider. Other officers accompanied the group to the front porch of the shady house. Because the roof is high with four large pillars as a buffer.

"Monggo, please come in!" greet the guard after knocking on the front door three times and pushing it open.

Leon and Asti who are used to seeing the magnificent and luxurious house belonging to certain officials or famous businessmen, are quite amazed by the splendor of this house. Just look, the ART and the two Elf drivers were still glued, looking at all the beauty and grandeur of this Joglo-shaped house

But in a more modern and luxurious feel. It looks like a palace building from ancient times.

All were amazed to see the contents of this house that was luxurious from the shape of the building ... Some still take the form of joglo, traditional house of Javanese people in general . But this house was built bigger with a stronger structure.

Almost all parts of the house were made of teak wood of choice. But the modern and new feel is seen from the use of marble on the floor. The walls are also layered with beautiful wallpaper, patterned with yellow wood shavings with all the gradations.

Not to mention all the furniture from a set of guest chairs, ornamental cabinets and low sideboards that become a harmonious unity because it is made of the same carvings that are the same original Jepara. The living room was even more magnificent with a large chandelier in the middle of the room.

" Whose house is this, Om?" asti asked curiously at once hesitating. Satisfied to observe around him. They were beginning to be invited to sit by the man.

" This is the home of Mbah Astuti Rahayu, the younger brother of his cousin, Pak Harjo Winangun. His eldest son, who became a camat in this area, almost three years ago!"

Asti is still a little confused and less familiar with the genealogy of the Winangun family tree as a whole... Perhaps because they were not from the descendants of the king or the blue-blooded nobles. So do not pay too much attention to the ins and outs of the Winangun family who have a long chain with several other people in kinship relations.

At first glance Asti only heard the story of his grandfather while he was alive. He thought it was just a fairy tale before going to bed, Mbah Harjo Winangun's story. About some relatives of Winangun who live and settle in the area of East Java.

These families are looking for a better life. After the difficult times that were natural during the Japanese occupation. Also the economic gloom at the beginning of the independence of the newly formed Indonesian nation.

" Asalamu'alaikum!" Ibu Sarita said, Greeting everyone. He seemed to be pushing a wheelchair, with an old woman sitting there.

The old woman's face looked clean, healthy and well-groomed. But her face still left her a little beauty in her youth. Even if it is full of wrinkles and wrinkles. A sign that he has lived in the world for a long time. Also felt the acid-salt struggles of life in his family.

" Eyang, this is Asti. Harjo Winangun's granddaughter!" mother Sarita whispered in the old woman's ear.

" Yes, God! Winangun Harjo! I can still see your granddaughter here!" haru whisper. Before long the old woman sounded, crying out loud.

" Eyang Astuti, I'm Asti. Harjo Winangun's granddaughter!" he said while extending his hand.

The woman did not greet Asti, instead hugging Asti's body tightly. He tried to hold back his tears. How much time had passed, also still left those bitter memories.

" Who is this?" tanyanya's confused. Because I see so many people who are guests in this house.

In front of him stood Lek No, Bulek Ratih, Leon and Ninuk. They all took turns to regret it. The others sat on the front porch. There they were immediately served by an ART who brought many warm tea drinks, and pastries for the guests.

" I'm Sarno Winangun, Eyang Astuti!" lek No salute.

" Sarno's son, Lastri Tambak?" said the woman stammered. Remembering the relatives who still live there.

" Yes, Eyang ... Si Mbok is still healthy and lives in the village. Mr. Wahyudi Tambak is long dead..."

They were surprised, when the old lady hit her chest a few times, a little strong. Although it was banned by Sarita's mother.

" Don't, Eyang!"

It seemed that Om Sam and his wife were not affected by the old woman's complaint. They tried to calm him down. While pushing the wheelchair back to his room at the end of the room

" Come on, let's go in! Soon Mr. Camat and his wife came and joined for lunch. This morning they got a call there's a confirmation event at the county office!" Report Ibu Sarita.

They were taken into the family room. There are many family photos installed on the wall with smaller patterned wallpaper, but harmonious with the order of the family room.

Many photos of the faces of the family members were printed on canvas. Given a golden color frame, so it looks very luxurious and charming.. Until there is one very large frame with a complete photo of the Pak Camat family formation. There is Eyang Astuti in the middle flanked by Pak Camat and his wife, children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, in the traditional Javanese dress.

Qani started sleeping in his stroller. While Akbar entered in his father's arms... The boy had already eaten half a pack of his favorite biscuits. Until the front gate was opened, and entered a new Alphard car in black. The car was driven by a driver who politely opened the door for his passengers to disembark.

" Mister Leon!" Say hello to a man who is the same age as Om Sampurno Hardiman Winangun. Leon put Akbar in Lek No's arms and greeted Pak Camat's hand which he knew as Prayoga Pratama Wijanarko.

" Sam, where's Asti who says she's still my niece?" The man was confused to see because there were five women sitting almost in line, from whom he was still to old age.

" I, Pakde!" asti exclaimed, directly coming from another room ...Eyang Astuti was a little agitated, because his son-in-law had not yet returned. Lunch time is a bit late.

" Allahu Akbar! You are so similar to Emilia!" The man cried out in amazement.

The man's words were like a sledgehammer hitting his chest. There is sadness, and neither do you believe it. For very few know the woman who gave birth to her. Two months living in Sendang Mulyo Village, Emilia rarely left home after giving birth to her baby, also losing her husband.

The man hugged Asti tightly full of haru. " Dear, your mother couldn't stand you until now... Poor Joseph had to look after and take care of his brother alone..."

Everyone was shocked to hear the man's words. " You guys haven't been on a meal yet, have you? Let's have lunch first! I had to face the Regent!" he's friendly.

They were led into the house even more. There is a large dining room with walls of the room in the form of a freshwater aquarium that is more than 2 meters long.

Akbar surprised. His eyes glared slightly at the various types of colorful fish swimming in the giant aquarium with a very interesting aquascape. Similar to a large river with all its ecosystems.

" Mom, the fish is good!" whispered Akbar amazed.

" You can see, but the glass should not be held or shoved - the glass will break!" asti said slowly, giving understanding.

Leon gives his son a drink, before Akbar moves closer to the glass wall of the aquarium. The light of the lamp inside gives a bright color of the green plant at its base. Complete with views of the river, and a white-foam waterfall.

"This is Hernani Pakde's wife. He's a native of Yogyakarta!"

The middle-aged woman, Mr. Camat's wife, was still ayu with her gentle attitude and speech. He immediately shook them all. Mr. Prayoga finally hugged Lek No. He just recognized the man who is the nephew of Pak Harjo Winangun.

Without much to say, immediately the man had the ARTs prepare lunch immediately. They were served by three ARTs who immediately brought various food containers.

They enjoyed a delicious and full lunch. From Soup Iga cow, tempeh and tofu bacem. There's empal swab up peyek nuts. Also do not miss the sambel and crackers.

" Mbok Pah This, original Solo! I have been with us for a long time when kids were kids. So he cooked it all... Understand the tongue of Yogyakarta the wife and cuisine of this area it feels somewhat opposite so just take the middle !" mr Prayoga begins the story.

" What does Pakde know about my father and mother?" ask Asti not to believe it.

" Of course, when I stayed and boarding in Yogyakarta to complete S2 education. Your grandfather got the address of my boarding house, until I was after and knew your father. Bagas Prasetyo Winangun's. During that year I became close, and occasionally came to the village of Sendang Mulyo. Because the children and wives still live in Surabaya...." The Story of Mr. Prayoga.

" Emilia often helps her Pakdenya family who sell near the office where your father works, in a freight forwarding office. Unfortunately your father only completed his D2 accounting, and went straight to work. Though Bagas can continue his studies until S2. Because, Mr. Harjo Winangun is still able to finance it..."

" My friends and I knew Emilia first. The girl from Borneo was more interested in your handsome and young father. But your father was a very responsible man... After marrying Emilia, he worked harder to support his wife and future children. Even received an offer from his boss to bring goods by truck to Jakarta, to get extra money. ... It was at this time that Bagas had a very fatal accident... Your father died, even though Emilia was pregnant, "slowly.

"Now your mother's half-sister is settled in Malang... He married a local girl. After. take care of his sister until she's healed."

Suddenly, Asti's body became extremely weak and light... Everything around him became very dark. It's pitch-dark ....