Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapter 5. The Escape Embossed
The sound of knocking on the door of Asti's room was heard many times. There was even a sound of Bude's call that woke the girl up from her poor sleep last night.
" Have you prayed at dawn, Asti?"
Bude Ayu asked after Asih opened the door of her room.
" It's been , De." But sleep again. Can't stand it, it's still sleepy!"
The woman finished her job sweeping the floor. While many times Asti restrained his sleepiness because it continuously evaporated. Soon he took a towel and went into the bathroom. Maybe the cold water flush can make his body refreshed and can move back.
"Follow to the market, De?" asti bargain for seeing Bude Ayu still wearing his favorite batik negligee. Not dressed and still tied her hair.
" Noon will not follow. Let us take Ratih. "
" I thought I was curious about the news of Mas Timbul. It's Bude too, huh?"
" It's been , why think of that little kingpin boy! The most hazy again. The embossed was slippery as an eel caught it."
" Emang Bude is sure that Mas Timbul escaped again?"
" I'm sure, to. The proof of this six months no one knows where he is, right?"
Asti grumbling. "Did he help a lot, huh? So often get away with getting caught, Bude!"
" The one Bude knows, anyway. There was a close family of Mr. Kushari next to the village. Who's got a pretty big chicken farm too ...."
Actually Asti has nothing to do with the problem of Mas Arise and Bude Ayu. Since Budenya married the head of the neighboring village next door. At that time he still lived in this house with Mbah Kakung Winangun. He was healthy and fresh at the time. The day his grandfather walked - the road monitoring his rice fields and gardens.
It is not even Lek No who helps Mbah Kung's business. There were still a few more youths introduced and temporarily stayed at Lek No's house. As for household affairs held by Bulek Ratih assisted by Yu Esih and Bude Sum.
The early morning women had prepared breakfast for Mbah Kung and the workers who would work on the rice fields or gardens . Especially if the rice harvest season arrives , piles of rice sacks filled next to Lek No house which is usually used as a grain storage warehouse. Before the rice is ground into rice.
Bulek Ratih will be more busy if there are various religious events held in the mosque. Bulek Ratih since living in the joglo house has always been an assistant Mbah Putri who is good at cooking for various party dishes.
Starting from the event of the Maulid Prophet Muhammad S.A.W. until the celebration of the feast of Eid al-Adha.
Sometimes, there are one or two residents who ask Bulek Ratih to prepare an aqiqah party by cooking gule or goat satay.
According to the words of the mothers, processing the goat meat requires special knowledge if you do not want the cooking of goat meat will smell prenus (the fishy smell of goat meat).Well, the master cook the goat gule Bulek Ratih! Disciple Mbah Putri who has the original recipe and mainstay of the Winangun family.
There are no meaningful events when Asti sells in stores all day at the market. Bude Ayu came a bit during the day to be escorted by Bulek Ratih. The woman greatly enjoyed the variety of food and drinks that the merchant sold in the market.
" Good, Asti. A truck!"Obviously Lek No's wife was smiling.
The woman had to take a road a bit away from home to the market while piggybacking Bude Ayu. Moreover, the body of Bude Ayu who is large height is certainly a burden in itself because Bulek Ratih is small. While the motorbike is also a bit old.Fear that the motorbike broke down or had an accident because the road is not stable.
The plan she and her husband first after getting bonus money from Bude Ayu, the money was to buy a new motorbike. But the money is preferred to finance Ninuk's new high school in High School.
" Where . That bud, Asti?" bulek Ratih asked after finishing his glass of ice cendol.
" Ordinary, Lek! hunting the latest news. Hey, hey."
" Maybe if you were young first, Budemu was suitable to be a gossip news reporter!"
"I'm scared, Lek. Bude Ayu is too brave! Cook to fight Mas Timbul who snatched his wallet. Until it's battered, that's it"
The 40-year-old woman sighed ." Don't be afraid, Asti. Lek No and the village elder were still on guard, kok!"
" So I'm the same Bude can't sleep all night. People like Mas Embossed it more and more kepepet ngawur, that's it ! "
Bulek Ratih had gone around and entered the market looking for his brother's whereabouts. Out of the market he was already carrying a black crackle bag containing vegetables and various groceries.
Inevitably, he received shopping money from Asti as much as two hundred thousand rupiah. Actually near their house there is also a resident who opened a stall only less complete. So a variety of kitchen spices, oils and starches must be purchased in the market as supplies to process food.
" Asti, there's a by-by from the mas who's guarding the gold shop next door!"
The presence of Bulek Ratih who suddenly surprised Asti who was calculating the purchase of goods using a calculator on his HP In the bag of white crackle there are dozens of green water guava thick reddish . Looks sweet and fresh.
Mbah Kung said first, the soil in their area is not suitable for planting a variety of certain fruits because it is less fertile and calcareous.
Asti laughed to see that Bulek Ratih had eaten three guava water. Even though the guava fruit is large in shape.
" Dah, don't laugh! I'm the best at eating other people's food. Everyone wants to eat their own food. So full ...."
The woman only smiled embarrassedly as her words only Asti replied with a amused laugh. Where does he dare to refute his Bulik's talk! Although her cooking ability was on par with that of an expensive restaurant chef, the woman remained thin .
He ate rice more often with fried tempeh side dishes and spicy sambel. After finishing cooking goat gule or chicken opor as much as one large pot.
"What's this, rame-rame?" bude Ayu asked who appeared in front of the shop.
"There's guava, De. Sweet and seger, you know!" bulek Ratih Tangkas.
That's how it is and the behavior of Bude Ayu and Bulek Ratih if there is near it. If not silly, it's always a rame.
They say goodbye to go home first while carrying two large bags of crackle Bude Ayu groceries as well. Asti started tidying up merchandise because the store was about to close. Until he was stunned because there was Mas Kusno who was already standing in front of his shop.
" What's up, Mom?"
The man just smiled. " Can I tell you to go home?"
"I'm sorry, but I also have a bike. Thank you." Thank you."
" Isn't that? That is, I will accompany you to the house !"
Upon seeing Asti willing to refuse again, the man hurriedly said. " Mas Arise managed to escape again. Two of his friends were arrested yesterday. So can ya ?"
" What's the trouble, Mom?"
" No, really. Really!"
It was precisely Asti who was not calm to see Mas Kusno's motorbike walking slowly behind him. Even though the motor sport used by the man is the desire of children - young people today. Especially young people who really like to challenge death on the streets aka speeding.
Bude Ayu tergopoh-gopoh welcome the arrival of Mas Kusno. The man was led into their antique home. Occasionally the man looked at various corners of the room and some furniture that could be called antique.
" Beautiful old house .."
Said a man amazed to look at the joglo house is still original and antique . Almost all of the contents of this house are made of teak wood and were made before the time of Indonesian independence.
Asti from the room came carrying a glass containing drinks and a plate of cake
"The house of the village, Mas.
Ancestral heritage is old and ancient ... Please drink, Mom!"
Before long, Lek No showed up. He immediately approached the man and shook hands warmly.
At first just talking about their village which is rarely talked about by the crowd so remote . Until the talk became serious when talking about the escape of Mas Timbul.
It turned out that the village where Nanik's parents lived had been monitored for two days by special officers. But only two of Mas Timbul's men were caught. The man had brought his motorbike when he was about to be arrested and fled to another village area that had not been blocked
" No, you know not the village of Sendang Ranti?" Bude Ayu asked suddenly.
" Know, De! There's Pakde Sanjaya's family, right?"
" That's not all! It turns out that Nanik's father was Mr. Junaidi. Junaidi's father used to be an official in the District."
Long Lek No tried to regain his memory. He was entrusted to his grandfather's family in Ngawi since childhood. Before coming to Sendang Mulyo and schooled by Asti's grandfather.
" Bude, is that Mr. Baskoro Rajiman who is involved in corruption aid for our village? "
Mas Kusno immediately understood that the criminals were protected by people who had important positions. He was even more amazed when he heard the story told by the woman who still looks young and beautiful at the age of fifty-five years.