Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapter 270. The plan to Sendang Mulyo Village
Warung Tenda began to be crowded with buyers, after passing by Azan Magrib. Ardi stepped aside to the bench inside the yard next to Asti's house. The large two-story house looks beautiful, combined in harmony with the shophouse building in front of it. Illuminated with a variety of lights in the right angle. So that everything looks bright, clean and comfortable.
His eyes kept watching the people who came and ate there. The stalls are made in the style of food street snacks in big cities in Indonesia. It's just that most of the kitchen and food processing place is built on the back of the house Asti is quite wide. The building was separated from the section of visitors given tarpaulin tents and steel supports. In the courtyard of the shophouse there are tables and chairs for the visitors to eat there.
The table and chair were shaped. The wood is from Dutch teak, so it is more sturdy and strong. But it's lighter to move. The back of it consists of a kitchen, a bedroom and a bathroom for visitors.
The entire kitchen and cooking area was given a concrete floor with a variety of striped ceramic fragments so as not to be slippery. Also easy to clean after the stall will be opened and closed. The turnstile was also opened only specifically for tent shop workers, passing by. Because the part in the south of the place is the side yard of Asti's house. Where Om Ardi is sitting now. In the courtyard was provided a comfortable set of wooden chairs. Also fruit trees graft in large drum pots to maintain the privacy of the Asti house with one back door beside it.
The kitchen for Warung Tent was permanently built, with a high steel frame roof. The walls are the walls of the Asti house with an empty garden in the back. Meanwhile, some of the divider between the kitchen area and where visitors eat there, in the form of iron fence that can be folded, so it is easy to open the lid. The fence is also the boundary of Asti's house with a shophouse yard.
It looks like the kitchen is arranged like a kitchen in a large restaurant or kitchen in the hotel. Like a sink for hand washing, near the stove table. There is a steel plate shelf arranged on top of the sink with two water taps that use a retractable handle and rotate position.
Not far from the sink, there is a sturdy table of steel with two stoves that are located a bit far apart. So that Mas Danu can process various dishes, can also be helped by other workers. Various cooking ingredients, such as vegetables, seasonings in various bottle packaging arranged in a window glass near a small table, also to put the results of cooking. Somewhat far away placed cooler and refrigerator contains drinks and raw materials of dishes that are still not yet or that have been processed such as chicken, meatballs and shrimp.
" Want to try cooking chef Danu, Om?" ledek Leon who just came out of the house after bringing in his two children earlier. They have to sleep, because the day is more than 20:00.
" Are we not eating chef Danu's cooking this morning, are we?" said the man again. He may be four or three years older than Leon. But his life of difficulty with one of his deformed legs did not make him a desperate and insecure man. Even because of that sincere and grateful feeling, Ardi's face became younger in age.
He learned a lot from the good people around him who always reached out to help him, selflessly. Even as she and her brother lived away from family overseas, many neighbors and friends considered her to be her own siblings.
At least he also studied entrepreneurship while completing his education in pesantren... Perhaps because he was two years older than his peers, making Ardi more mature and easily absorb all the lessons in the pesantren.
" This is all, Asti's?" whisper Ardi to Leon. While observing a nice house are also four shophouses located right in front of the most crowded highway.
" Yes... I live here, Om!" leon replied.
" Asti is an independent woman. Could it be that the miserable experience of marriage made him so firm, strong and objective." Said Leon again.
" When all this stuff has my niece...What did you give your wife, Leon?"
Leon stammering. " I'm trying to finance all these household needs, Om. From the needs of the kitchen, eat daily, teach three ART. Also pay the electricity bill!"
" Sorry, Leon ... Not that I'm condescending to your role as a husband.."
Leon's palm patted his wife's uncle's shoulder. " Stranquil, Om! I also hope my household with Asti lasts for a lifetime. Even if until we divorce, I still accept Akbar like my own son... But Joko has obtained the trust, from Asti, if he becomes the guardian of Akbar and gets three quarters for him from all the legacy of Winangun in the village!"
" Has it been recorded in the notary?" ask Ardi again.
"Om Already. Even a quarter of Winangun's legacy was given to Joko and Ninuk, who were considered his own younger brother by Asti ...She did so after being dumped by her first husband who was smitten with another young woman. Through the power of magic... So Asti did not get the treasure gono-gini. Even Akbar is not recognized as his biological child by the former!".
" Yes, Om. From the story of Mr. Muin! He was asked by the late Bude Ayu to trace the footsteps of Pak Yusuf and Om in Surabaya."
" Who, Mrde Muin, Leon? The staff at the shop got scared when he came to Malang and asked us where we were!"
Leon thought for a long time. " If in a kinship relationship, Pakde Muin is the younger cousin of the Princess Mother, Asti's Grandmother. Asti's former in-laws are the eldest child of Madam Sanjaya, the older brother of Mbah Putri! Actually, Mbah Sanjaya had intended to match Asti with one of his grandchildren, so that their brotherly relationship became closer. But Ms Widya instead proposed Satrio, her youngest child... Bude Ayu accepted the match, for Asti. Because he thought the young man already had a steady job and could be responsible. Precisely because of his divorce with Asti, making the family relationship between the children of Mbah Sanjaya become runyam."
Leon swallowed his saliva. Because he has to tell me this honestly. Because the departure of Pakde Muin is related to the state of Asti's former in-laws. " Om, Asti's former mother-in-law is now terminally ill and hospitalized! Asti's former life with his new wife is also problematic. After he got a very fatal accident until his leg was seriously injured.. So he chose to be assigned to Purwokerto... Widya's mother also divorced her husband, because always defending her son Satrio was wrong. His son betrayed his marriage to Asti. He also killed his ex-wife and son. Even the property of Widya's mother has also been sold to finance the foot treatment of Satrio and his granddaughter!"
Om Ardi was silent. They only entered the house after the workers of Warung Tenda began to beberes to close the stall because it was night. Almost 22:00.
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The sky looks clean in the morning. Apparently in the neighborhood of this region, the location of the mosque is quite far too. It's in the village across the street. Probably more than 1 Km away from this house. So Asti made a small mushola for his family in his house. Enough for 4 people who pray there.
" So to the village, right, Om?" asked Leon after they finished breakfast, Madam Ning had prepared fried rice and white rice with a fairly complete side dish such as fried chicken and stir-fried beans tempe.
" You want to go to the office! It's your business first, Leon. Anytime, I stop by the village!" said the man.
"'Lho Asti can deliver, Om. He's used to going everywhere... The children were also very happy to be taken to the village... Maybe he's monitoring his shop at the sub-district market !"
Om Ardi is a bit confused. " What do we ride to the village with the kids?"
Leon smiled." Asti can drive his own car, Om. Because if you bring Qani also have to bring his nanny. That's why I bought a rather large car to be able to transport them!"
Sure enough, the children were already tidy after breakfast and shower. Bu Jum prepares a car seat for Qani in Inova's car. While Putri enter the needs of Akbar and Qani, such as milk bottles, pampers, wet wipes, and some clothes to replace both.
" Akbar, sit behind the same Dedek and Bu Jum, yes! Grandpa Ardi let's sit in front!"
" Yes, Ma'am" replied Akbar obediently.
Asti immediately took the Inova out of the front garage. Again Mas Yanto was busy helping so that the car could walk safely out of the house and cross on the intersection.
The car is moving east. Traffic on the intersection was still crowded smoothly, after school hours had passed more than two hours ago. It's 09:00 now.
The duration of the vehicle that passed this morning, usually dominated by students who were escorted to school. There are also students - students in Junior High and High School who bring their own motorbike to school. Because around the sub-district there is a public Junior High School in their region, because of the achievements of students in academics and sports. It even represented the district area at the provincial level Student Porseni competition last year. That's where Asti went to school first, before he continued his education at SMK which was further away, at the end of the border with neighboring districts.