Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapters 271. The Sendang Mulyo Village

The market is not too crowded. Because the market fell on Sunday. The Asti group moved to leave the parking lot behind the market area.

Om Ardi look - look at the state of the market in the village. As he feels now, there is a different atmosphere if we live long enough in a big city, such as in Surabaya.

Traders and buyers interact with each other when they meet. They will argue, ask the news before going to the core, the activity is to sell - buy.

Ever since getting out of his car in the back parking lot. Many times Asti had to answer greetings from traders there, parking attendants also pedicab who helped scavenge sustenance in that place.

" Oh, this is Asti's clothing store!" whisky Asti. When Bu Jum walked in front of them, he told Akbar to enter the clothing store with boards and banners that read "Muslim Clothing Store".

Om Ardi steps also look more stable running in flat and flat market areas. This market consists of only a few large buildings roofed high, without walls. Most traders of vegetables, seasonings and fruit sell on the market floor. While the food seller will use a wooden table or cart that is easy to move. While permanently built stores are on each side of the market that forms the U leter.

" Asalamualaikum!" greet Asti to the two beautiful girls guard her shop. They are tidying up the order of goods and serving buyers.

" Greetings, Madam Asti!" exclaim Puspita and Ningrum together.

They welcomed and greeted Asti, Bu Jum and the two toddlers happily. But cupped both hands in the chest to greet the man behind Asti.

" So, this is Om Ardi! My Mother's sister! Om Ardi is a Kalimantan, but long lived in Surabaya." Definitely Asti again.

Puspita's face blushed as she looked at him. Because the face of Om Ardi is somewhat different from other men who often met him. Mr. Leon, Madam Asti's husband is a handsome man. But this guy is more beautiful. Because his face is perfectly sculpted with a big nose and a sturdy chin. He is also pure white. If the man is his uncle, then of course Asti is a young man. Because they look the same age.

Asti quickly thrust a plastic stool that they usually use to sit guard the store. Because it is impossible for him to tell his uncle to sit on the floor near the mat. Fear of making his feet uncomfortable.

Asti pulled out a large crackle bag. He gave it to Pita and Ningrum each one bag. In the crackle there are long-sleeved shirts for hijab women, veils that are the same color as the shirt. Also some packets of typical fruit chips from Malang.

" I don't bring much! Because the purpose of going yesterday to East Java to see Mas Leon's work, as well as looking for relatives of mothers who live in Surabaya!"

" It's okay, Asti. We say thank you very much! It's been brought by-by, all !" pita.

Asti received a report of the store sales that was proffered to him. While Ningrum took out a few glasses of mineral water from the box, to entertain his guests.

" My Asti ma'am immediately wants to buy Ma'am Ning's deposit, yes!" said Bu Jum who had released Qani from his carrier. Their shop is slightly extended to the back. That's why Om Ardi and Akbar are free to sit at the back door. While Bu Jum received two hundred thousand bills to shop for various vegetables that have been out of stock in the refrigerator.

Qani was still sitting on Asti's lap. The baby girl does not like to interact with people. Nor do they want to be carried by others they do not know.

" Titip Dedek, Ma'am !" said Bu Jum who immediately walked into the market that had begun to be crowded.

" Want to try a market snack ?"

"No need. Asti! Still full because it had breakfast at home a lot. Mrs Ratih would like to entertain me with her special dishes later, if you stop by her house ... Want to make tongseng he said!"

" That's delicious, Cake! Babah Ratih's cuisine champion, huh!" akbar said while raising his thumb.

" Did Akbar like Mbah Ratih's cooking?"

" Like it, but not the spicy one!"

Pita and Ningrum were amused at Akbar's chattering. Qani curled up in his mother's arms. The baby closed his eyes because he was sleepy. Asti also intends to find a baby masseuse. Because Qani looks less well. Maybe the baby is exhausted on a long trip that takes more than a week.

"Qani is more a henchman, yes. Ma'am!" whisky Pita. After Asti put down the ledger.

" Huh, who said? If it's just his father who can calm him. Yes, if Mas Leon is at home... If it's at work, Qani's angry it could be all day." He said while peeping the cheeks of the baby who began to round.

Om Ardi helped open the stroller so that Qani could be laid there. Bu Jum exited the market almost an hour later. The woman carried two bags of crackles, some of which were vegetables and some spices.

The purchase is in the form of carrots, potatoes and some other green vegetables. In addition, he also bought onions and various types of chilies.

Bu Jum and the house people know, if Asti will later buy his own meat, chicken and fish at the seller subscriptions in this market. But the fish stocks at home are still enough for two days... If the chicken is enough. While the meat is finished, because it has been cooked rendang for their sangu during the trip.

Their innards turned out to be quite a lot, until they had to ask for help from a rickshawman who went up in front of the store. The old man brought two bags of groceries and stroller Qani into the trunk of the car. Asti paid him two ten thousand bills to the Old Man who repeatedly thanked him.

Now Asti steers the car through the road behind the market... He had bought fruits as an innate for the people in the Joglo house.

The farmer has put all his strength and effort into making the plant grow well and fertile. He even gave her a chemical fertilizer and irrigated the land with a special water pump. But the harvest was disappointing. Because the watermelon or melon he planted was not too big, like the fruit that people usually sell in the market. So that the farmer did not get much profit, after all the results were harvested . Because the maintenance costs are higher, compared to the money from the fruit harvest.

Be Lek No only planting crops after rice harvest. Alternate types of palawija planted in their rice fields. From corn seeds, peanuts, green beans or soybeans. For vegetables they plant behind the house. Usually only for consumption by themselves ... Like cucumbers, long beans, chilies are also tomatoes.

The vehicle Asti was driving started to enter the road in the bamboo forest. The road is increasingly crowded, because it is often passed by cars and motorcycles from the surrounding villagers. Through the bamboo forest road, the distance will be closer, if we will travel west. Because after the intersection in the sub-district market, they will go through a crossroads that leads to several small towns spread across the border of these two districts.

Joglo house seen in crowded. Apparently many guests who came to see the condition of Bulek Ratih. After the neighbors heard him walking - the road with his family to East Java.

That's so... It is delicious and unpleasant to live in the village. Because of that habit, Asti bought a lot of souvenirs for Bulek Ratih to be given to the neighbor evenly.

If the intention of the arrival of the neighboring mothers is sincere, because kangen with Bulek Ratih, according to Asti it is good. As part of the community. But there are one or two mothers who have ulterior intentions from their arrival. Because in addition to expecting to be given a little souvenir, they also look for shortcomings from the story of Bulek Ratih that they will hear.

 According to Asti, they should also be brought sand from the mountains of Bromo, if necessary! So that the neighbors feel the real sensation of a tourist trip to the mountain area. A very tourist spot in Indonesia!

That is just one of the characteristics of the village neighbors who are not too liked by Joko, Ninuk and Asti. They would be nice to expect something from the Winangun family. For example, as it is today. But the mothers were the most vocal when blaspheming or gossiping about the flaws of the Winangun family behind them. Especially if there are members of the Winangun family who get a little trouble living. Suddenly their souls laughed happily...

For example, when the marriage of Asti and Satrio ran aground! Moms can talk all day about Asti's household affairs. They judge Asti is a stupid woman who can not maintain her marriage. Though she married a state servant, who had rank! So according to them, Asti is a big loss.

Their opinion does not provide a solution to that problem. At that time alone, Asti was a bit careless, to return to Sendang Mulyo Village and live there. Especially with her status as a one-child young widow!

There has been a lot of negative talk that stopped by Asti's ears from A, B to Z, about the divorce path that he had occupied. It turns out that only Ibu Anggita really wants to help Asti. Until he introduced him to a good lawyer

The woman's lawyer staunchly defended her rights in a religious court. Asti's position at that time was as a woman, wife and also a mother. They resisted Satrio's arrogant actions due to the influence of the young woman who became his new lover.

Therefore, Joko, Ninuk and Asti are more comfortable living in the village of Sidodadi. At Asti's house now. Although their territory there is a suburb alias on the border. But the lifestyle of the people is more modern and more open in accepting all the changes of the times.

Most of Asti's neighbors there are workers in various businesses and factories. Some become entrepreneurs or traders. So they are busy working every day to meet the needs of their lives. Even many mothers - mothers who use their intelligence in processing food and snacks market, because learning through the internet. The results of their pastries can be sold alone or entrusted to stalls. There are also those who accept orders for making crib rice or ice cendol.

Even if there are original residents, some of them have moved to other areas. Because their land has been liberated by a large company owned by Leon's family. That land is now the largest housing development project in the region. When compared to new housing that is near the sub-district market. Sepi fans.

" Eh, there's Madam Asti and her kids coming!" exclaiming a mother. When he saw Asti in Inova's car entering the courtyard of Joglo's house.

Mar immediately welcomed their arrival. He immediately took Qani. But the baby hid her face in Bude's armpit when he saw many mothers in the joglo house.

Bude Mar understands Qani's character the most. Immediately bring the baby into Asti's room, followed by Bu Jum who carries a baby bag, and fruit.

The eyes of the mothers were wide-eyed when they saw a tall, handsome man coming with Akbar and Asti. Moreover, the face of the man shows the characteristics of men who come from Arab lands. Because his nose is sharp with clean white skin.

" Asalamualaikum!" They cried when they got to the front door. Immediately replied by the mother - the mother boisterously.

" Oh Ma'am Asti, bring a new partner, nih! Tired of Leon, huh? Change husband again! Understandably married divorce!"

The sound of the woman sitting in the middle bench was already making Asti's ears hot. Unknowingly Asti's eyes glared at the Mother. If it's not wrong this woman is Bu Yumi. She lives with her husband and children in her in-laws house, which is located across the street from the back house. But because he had lived in Solo for a long time, so he felt the highest caste compared to the position of the women in this village. So if you feel right yourself and like being jumawa.

The woman was married to Mas Bambang. The man daily helped his father work on the rice fields of his family's heritage that is getting narrower, from year to year.For many times the Old Man Mas Bambang, the, sold some of the rice field when his sister and sister got married. The money from the rice field sale was used to finance her daughter's wedding to be worthy enough to receive invited guests at their home.

The woman's mouth became incompetent when it was pinched by a mother sitting next to her to tell. If Asti doesn't like the chat.

" introduce... This is Om Rahardian Mohammad Jaffar, Emilia's sister... So he's my Om, Mom!" obviously Asti, with a slightly loud voice.

The faces of the mothers there began to be shocked. Especially Ms. Yumi. Understandably, he only heard gossip from here and there through the talk of neighbors. He has also lived here for five years. After her husband who worked in a textile factory in Solo was hit by a reduction in employees. They decided to return to the village of the husband, with his children.

Om Ardi walks a little limping as he goes inside. Asti put the Om in one chair in the dining room.

" That's Ms. Yumi if you don't want to lose to Ms. Dian ! There are no brakes. Blong all!" said Mbak Asni who entered while carrying some of the goods in the trunk of Inova's car.

Mbak Asni's face looks red. The longer he stayed in the Winangun family home, then he felt how all the members of this family were always patient. Especially hearing the spicy babble of mothers who look like chilli in sambel onion level five.

One by one the neighbors came home. They each carry a crackle containing apples, fried fruit and a pack by-by in the form of typical Malang apple chips.