Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapters 27. A Confession
Satrio's original intention to contact Lek No and his wife to inform him that Asti's admission to the hospital was canceled. Because, Asti can be treated at home if his body temperature begins to stabilize after spending one bottle of infusion that was installed this morning by the nurse on duty.
Almost 20:00, Asti was immediately pushed in a wheelchair by Satrio leaving the treatment room. After the man had finished his administration, he went back to his wife's room, and asked Bude Prapti to prepare for his wife's return. Anyway with the uniform that Satrio still wears since he came home from work this afternoon, all the business became easier.
The journey from the hospital, to the official house is taken in just 30 minutes. Moreover, the traffic towards night in the city looks more lengthened.
Asti just wants to be swept by Satrio to his room. It is a bit difficult to bring Asti to the doctor or take medicine. So it takes a thousand ways to persuade Asti to take the drugs in accordance with the dose and time. Perhaps because of Asti's responsibility to the life in his womb that alone made him forced to take drugs from the doctor..
"Rest first, Mas. Bude is ready for dinner!"
The soft voice of Bude Prapti spread his daydream. Seeing Asti sick with a weak body and pale face, made the man anxious to forget that since this afternoon he had not eaten. The man immediately finished his meal on the plate without paying attention to what vegetables and side dishes had been served by his grandmother's distant brother.
"Bude, what happened in the village, until Asti got so sick?"
"Yang Bude knows, Mas. There's Bude Ayu's ex-husband coming. He said he gave all the Bude Ayu relics to your wife. Keep them two days away and keep taking care of something. Until the car rental of his acquaintance Pak Sarno!"
"Cook, De? Still want to come the guy to Bude Ayu's house?"
"Well, why first, Mom?"
"From Mbah Sanjaya's story, Mr. Bude Ayu felt angry and offended because Mr. Rahman was very hard man. Since Bude Ayu got married and went to the area her husband never returned home. Though Bude Ayu also has his own money, from the delivery of his father. But Mr. Rahman prioritizes his duties. Bude Ayu when asked for her husband's permission to stay while in the village of Sendang Mulyo was rejected. Instead he was told to follow her back to Sumatra or get divorced!"
The middle-aged woman was surprised, "So Bude Ayu chose divorce so?"
"I don't know, De. Because Bude Ayu can only see his mother's grave when he comes. Because time travel is not surfing now. They were stuck in the street until one day and two nights. Bude's plan was to wait 7 days and 40 days after his mother's funeral, just go home to her husband."
"What, Asti didn't say anything to Bude?"
"No really. But Bulek Ratih said. Since the first SMK school, Asti has learned to take care of the finances of the garden and rice fields Mbah Winangun. Even he was the one who arranged all the household expenses Lek No and Bude Ayu."
" Do you know, Mas Satrio? Asti plans to make a place of business or shophouse from the land of Bude Ayu which is near the subdistrict market?"
Lama Bude Prapti thought, "Are you not afraid that Asti will become an independent woman, who can have her own money from her business later, Mas?"
There was Satrio's laugh that sounded amused."Bude knows, right? Since childhood, my parents worked. You can even support your career. As long as Asti knows his duties and obligations, it's okay for him to work with his efforts, De!"
The conversation ended at nearly 21:00. In fact, Bude Prapti can also judge, almost all descendants of Mbah Sanjaya girls are strong, stoic and tenacious working women. Starting from his mother Satrio , Widya Prameswari the eldest daughter who attended a PTN who majored in education.
Two of his younger sisters were midwives and one opened a large grocery store in his village. They remain wives and housewives to their husbands and families.
"De, take Asti. Then the medicine is told to be taken after breakfast, huh?" Message Satrio again before he leaves for work that morning.
It turned out that Asti's illness and was treated a day in the hospital, immediately known by all mothers living in the housing complex. Also the head of the organization. Because before leaving for work Satrio had asked permission to arrive late because he had to take his wife to the nearest hospital in the city.
Moreover, the wife of the commander was also the head of the organization of the mothers in the office. In the afternoon, Satrio returned to the hospital again after completing several important reports. The man watched anxiously as Asti was still rolling on his bedroom bed with an infusion needle attached to his left arm.
He knows from the story, Bule Ratih. Asti rarely gets sick from childhood to adulthood. Even in somewhat afraid of syringes let alone told to take medicine. But since the beginning of taking care of marriage license with Satrio there are various health procedures that must be undertaken both of them, especially health checks and Asti received several injections.
In the afternoon they were the neighboring mothers led by Sartika Endah's mother came to visit Asti at her service home.Although still not fit properly, for the sake of politeness and respect, Asti met the guests. Sartika Endah's mother is flexible and full of life experiences, so she gives a lot of messages to Asti to maintain her health and pregnancy carefully.
They only talked for a while before leaving. Though Bude Prapti has prepared some food and drinks for these guests.
Even Ibu Sartika had handed two large paper bags to Asti, which were placed on a small dining table. Assisted by Sartika's mother, Asti drove her guests home. While his wife Pak Bos lives in a large house near the local police office. This time he also got a special escort of a policewoman who became the driver of the mother.
"Rest first, Asti!" Pinta Bude Prapti's. While busy rolling the mat, collecting various foods in plates on the table and glasses of water. Some of these mothers were Asti's right-left neighbors in this office house.
The woman was stunned by a beautiful fruit parcel wrapped in a rattan basket container. Maybe once twice, Bude Prapti saw such a parcel for
delivery in the event of marriage proposal or delivery. One more bag is a milk box for pregnant women.
When examined again, in the former parcel bag there is a large envelope with a beautiful picture of roses. There may be a letter written by the mothers. But what Asti gets is a sheet of money of hundreds of thousands of rupiah. Soon Asti keeps it, it might be given to Satrio in lieu of yesterday's hospital fees.