Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapters 30. The Arrival of Mbak Nani
Ninuk so often back and forth to the Satrio official house from the boarding place. He really prefers to be at Asti's house in the city, because going anywhere is easier. Though the distance of Rumah Satrio with the distance to his parents' house can be reached in the same time less than 1 hour.
Maybe because Satrio also keep going to work on holidays, Asti is very happy with the presence of his cousin who looks like cayenne pepper firecrackers. Many, can not be silent, also kepo.
" Bude, you know Sister Nanik?" whispered Ninuk in the kitchen, deliberately to discuss it with Bude Prapti who had lived for a long time in the village of Sendang Ranti.
" Nani who? Is his son Mr Junaidi?" The middle-aged woman asked somewhat confusedly.
" Whose wife Mas Embossed!"
" Oh, Yeah. It! In the village he called Nanik the Jun! "
The woman's hand was quickly grabbed by Ninuk. "Slowly, Bude, by the way! It's a secret ...."
Ninuk's voice reminded him until he spoke somewhat softly. It seemed that Bude Prapti understood enough that his head was muttered to hear Ninuk's explanation.
The two women moved away from the kitchen door." What's wrong with Nanik?" ask the Bude.
" When I brought the rice box to the next neighbor, there was Ma'am Nanik who was visiting there!"
Ninuk pointed to the house of Suparlan's mother, which was located right in front of Satrio's house. Only a barrier fence from the park is simple for two paved roads approximately 6 meters from the front of this house.
"Don't Nanik work in Semarang? Her biggest daughter has been placed in Miss Condro's house."
" That's right Nanik Bude! He used to hit Bude Ayu, after the completion of Asti and Mas Satrio's wedding party."
Bude Prapti's face looked agitated. But he kept thinking, to convey this to Satrio. Without making Asti anxious or thoughtful.
"Kok, Bude was daydreaming!"
" Don't tell Asti just yet, pity she's not calm at the end of this. Since hearing Satrio who got a job to Surabaya a little long in the next month!"
"What the same Father Mother was told to live here first yes, Bude. Let someone take care of Asti."
" Do you doubt me, Ninuk? Gini-gini Bude can also be martial arts! What weapons do you want to use? There is, broomstick, sambel or all of you do not bring a bucket of water."
"Stop, Bude Prapti! Why is Bude raging?"
"'I've been sprained by Nanik from his family Junaidi. In the village of Sendang Ranti no longer any residents who respect him. Moreover, her brother Nanik was the one who killed Bude Ayu, right ? Their family had already broken the name of Sendang Ranti village..."
" How does Bude know Mas Zasman's problem too?"
" You know, from Mbah Sanjaya's story. Nuk what you saw was really Nanik?"
" When Mom's guest came home, I pretended to throw garbage next to the house there. That's Nanik Bude's mom. Wes pol's dress!"
" You mean, Nuk ?"
Bude Prapti laughed amusedly, imagining the old man who had a single organ orchestra. An entertainment that is increasingly favored by the public lately and is often displayed when there are people who hold a wedding or circumcision.
In addition to the cost of calling entertainment it is cheaper. Because it only takes one person who is smart enough to play the musical instrument. Plus two or three singers dressed attractive. Also some electronic devices for loudspeakers, sound systems and microphones . Beres!
Juragan Beno was always accompanying every orchestra his was considered by the community. The man was in his 60s, fat. But always dress in the style of a youngster with stiff jeans, a shirt or a t-shirt. While the thin hair is always given a lot of hair oil. Not to mention he always narrows a wide leather bag in his right armpit.
Ninuk had his own reasons for seeing Ms Anggita that afternoon coming out of her house in the corner there, with her two twins pedaling cute mini bikes .
"Hay, your twins are funny!" Call Ninuk. The two twin boys smiled sweetly. Well the candidates for the teaser woman if it is big, later....
" Sister brother Asti? " ask Ibu Anggita is friendly.
" Yes, I am Ninuk. Asti's cousin...."
"Oh, deserved.." replied Mother Anggita with a seductive smile.
"Why, Mom? Just as pretty, right?"
" Eits, who said it? I just wanted to say, it deserves to be so different..." The mother laughed amusedly.
It turns out that Asti has a lot of stories about Ninuk that increasingly often just appear in this housing complex. For Asti it is quite entertaining as well besides there is Bude Prapti as well.
Fun to talk again. They were surprised by the emergence of a four-wheeled vehicle with a type of Jeep with a blend of blue black. The car was moving very fast. Just the sound of his loud horn somewhat surprised the twins. Moreover, one of the twins was advancing his bike was a bit far ahead.
The mother rushed Anggita ran over to her son who began to cry in fear. He still did not move on his bike. Uh, the woman next to the driver opened the door and went down.
"Eh, mom. Take care of the child properly, yes. If you don't want to be fucked! Just playing on the street."
Ninuk who was still behind the car was shocked. He was like knowing the voice of a woman who scolded Anggita's mother and her children. Poor thing.
" Mommy, that car is going too fast. This is not a public road ! This is a special housing complex. Didn't read the rules in the front post. What's the right speed for the car here ?"
The answer of Ibu Anggita is firm, presumably making Mbak Nanik not wrinkled. He re-entered the luxurious car. Then the car continued to travel to several more houses in front of him. Before it stops right in front of him .
" You knew the woman earlier, cocky right!" said Ibu Anggita rather emotional. " It looks like they're just guests, huh?"
" Yes, Mom! " Answer Ninuk kalem.
He immediately took the phone in his pocket, turned on the recording and filmed the woman coming down with the driver. Ninuk smiled amusedly to see the man he had told Bude Prapti, if the man Mbak Nanik pair was similar to Juragan Beno. Moreover, he clings to Mbak Nani's hand with a friendly before knocking on the door of Suparlan's mother's house.
" Wow, guests and those who have a house are just as wrong!" Ibu Anggita cried while pushing the other mini bike to pass Asti's house. Ninuk pushed his other bike
" Yes, Mom. Taking care of the twins?" ask Ninuk stale bases.
"That's real. Now Eyang Daughter again to Yogyakarta. At home, there is only the mbok! So the twins I brought Aunt Asti!"