Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
chapter 41. Surprise for Ninuk
The design of the house plan and the shape of the house brought by Mas Adam, very satisfying Asti.
Moreover, the man openly detailed the cost of making the two-story house. From starting materials to foundation with stone times that make the building safe and strong. Also the selection of the latest building materials that are cheaper in price. For example by installing a roof with a steel frame.
Various letters from the start of IMB until the cooperation agreement for the construction of the house was immediately finalized. Assisted by people in the district. Later Lek No and Joko will take turns to supervise the construction.
" Mom, that's why Suparlan's mom went back and forth in front of the house, huh?"
Mbok Bayah's question surprised Asti a bit. Just now, Joko came with Mas Adam to talk about the picture of the shophouse he had designed.
" Dry the hell, Mbok? I'd like to see Miss Ery, maybe!"
Don't be fooled and don't be lured! Asti whispers in the heart. She's been away from Suparlan's mother since the events before she gave birth. Just slack! Hearing the woman's words that did not match her appearance which she always called modern, sophisticated and classy.
Mbok Bayah was drying Akbar clothes that must be washed by Asti himself with his hands. For daily clothes and work clothes Satrio, Asti entrusted Mbok Bayah to be washed in laundry near his home.
Since the matter of drawing the house, Mas Adam several times came here. He also did not come alone. If not accompanied by Joko definitely with his foreman.
Mbok Bayah is also home. Because the old woman really likes to entertain guests who come to Asti's house. He said people from the village were more polite and respectful of him.
The man was always discussing the various obstacles that existed in the field . Like they have to build a more permanent bed to store building materials that are rather expensive such as cement, iron and steel. Understandably the house to be built is located on the side of a very crowded road. So prone to theft.
In a few months, Asti's dream home will soon be realized. The work was carried out by 6 craftsmen, a foreman and Mas Adam as his supervisor.
The man was very enthusiastic about the project and documented every step of its construction. He said the images could later be posted in his office for a promotional event .
" Bishim!" That's what Lek No said to start the job. Every pole that begins to be erected. Every brick by brick that is put together to become a wall is Asti's prayer and dream.
" Asti, later if the roof has gone up, continue to build a shophouse. Mas Adam already made two good examples of shophouse pictures yesterday." Said the man again.
" The money Lek . Asti is scared less!"
" Hasn't Sasha called you yet?"
"'I mean Lek No...."
" Yes, yesterday Mr. Cahyadi said, If there is a father who is interested in buying your heritage jewelry!"
" Thank God, hopefully the offer is good, yes .The lek!"
The man laughed happily while swinging Akbar's fat body in his arms. They chatted in the living room with Mbok Bayah and Joko.
The front door is wide open. Asti had already prepared lunch for them. Until Mbok Bayah gave the code. Sure enough, Suparlan's mother passed by twice in front of his house. Fortunately, they were still in a good conversation. If not! The eyes of young Joko who will glare out to see the dress that was wearing Mother Suparlan that afternoon.
Dark green londres dress with Sabrina's collar. The cleavage in the dress reached her left thigh. He walked with teplek sandals and hair curled by lifting all his hair on the head.
Asti just smiled. Why is it that everyone who visits this house, Mother Suparlan, is bothered? True, people say, if there is a guest it brings blessings to the host who receives it well.
At the dinner table, a fairly complete meal was provided. There is clear vegetable spinach with corn, fried chicken, tofu and tempe bacem also sambel plow.
"Add Lek, Joko!"
The two people who are connected as father and son enjoy lunch with different dishes than what Bulek Ratih usually provides when they are at home.
" Lek, please help with Sasha's business, okay?"
" Yes, Asti. Do we need to stay in Solo? Let Joko be the one who nganter!"
As little as possible, Asti talked about Mbak Sasha with his acquaintances who want to buy Asti jewelry. Afraid that this question will be heard by others. Because the value of the jewelry can be hundreds of millions of rupiah.
Akbar begins to recognize Lek No and Joko. So Asti lets Joko hold the child out, after they say goodbye to return home.
"This is for Lek No. Common lek, don't buy cigarettes, yeah! This is for your gas, Joko."
The one million was split in two by Asti. Surely Lek No will give it to his wife. For the shopping money.
Sure enough, Akbar began to mewek when the car driven by Joko began to leave the road in front of the house. Though Lek No has been waving his stairs with a frenzy.
" Tomorrow we'll walk, yeah. Same Om and Mbah too!" Persuade Asti.
Mbok Bayah immediately prepared to go home after bathing Akbar. The woman was carrying a large crackle of Satrio's dirty clothes. Most of them are her work uniforms. Tomorrow afternoon, the clothes are finished in the laundry and will be brought back by Mbok Bayah.
Sure enough, Sasha called Asti in the morning. Tomorrow they should get ready to meet a man who is an important figure and also an antique jewelry collector.
He came to the city because he got an invitation from his best friend, an official who was marrying his eldest daughter. The reception was held at a well-known hotel in the city. Five star hotel.
The news delivered by Asti to the Lek No family received a huge reception. Until Asti recognizes the loudest and most powerful sound. Whose voice is it again? if not Ninuk's voice!
" Ninuk? "
" Yes, what?" Answer Ninuk bete.
"Ninuk hasn't come home in nearly three weeks! You guys keep a lot of secrets, huh? Mas Joko bought a new car, Madam Asti woke up home. Uh, now take a walk to Solo. Just delicious.... I'm Coming!"
All laughed amusedly because Ninuk was quite upset to get a shock that burst.
The family group had arrived at Asti's house at exactly 07:30. Satrio just got out of the house to go to his office. Looks like he'll be on duty out of town again. Because since last night, the man has arranged his uniform and work clothes in a traveling suitcase.
Own fault! Bude Prapti was not paid his salary properly as long as he was in this house. The woman always takes care of all her needs. If now, Mbok Bayah only works home the day. He just looks after and takes care of Akbar. Asti also gave him holidays on Saturday and Sunday. If Asti travels or returns to the village, the task of Mbok Bayah is even lighter.
He simply came to this house during the day, sweeping and mopping the floor. After disposing of all the trash to the public trash in the front tub of the house, Mbok Bayah will go home .
The woman was also confused when Asti talked about the house that smelled bad when Asti returned from the village at that time. Whereas Mbok Bayah always cleans the house every day. Until the woman's face turns pale when she can still smell unpleasant odors the next day.
"Whoa, Mbok?" Ask Asti wonder.
Mbok Bayah poured used rice laundry water into a blue plastic bucket that is usually to mop the floor. Previously he put the mop into a bucket while his mouth was komat- Kamit. He seems to be reading a prayer. Some are spoken with everyday language plus some short letter memorization in Quran reading.
Immediately he mopped the floor of the house, starting from the front porch, up to the kitchen floor. His old face was covered in sweat.
" By, Ma'am. The one who commits this evil will again receive the proceeds of his evil!"
His words were heard restraining emotions between being angry and wanting to persecute someone. After sipping two glasses of ice water from the refrigerator, Mbok Bayah rested. Before returning home, the former mop water was carried outside the house and then splashed into several trees in the front garden as a barrier from two different roads.