Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapter 47. Asti's Meditations
Since the events at the SPBU almost four days ago, Asti is still contemplating. Sometimes he doesn't believe that he should experience this in his new household for the rest of the corn. The affair!
Ninuk first informed about Satrio's proximity to one of the nurses at the hospital. Asti tried to speak kindly to her husband. Men who promise to love, honor and be priests in the household heresy they live in.
"Mas, I got a report, nih. If you like young and beautiful girls, you know!"
" Who said it? You love the horrors of the gossip of mothers - mothers complex here that is not clear! " Satrio replied, still relaxed.
"But you're not like that, are you? Spread the same charm of girls - girls who are young."
"Asti, why the hell don't you trust your own husband? If we are friends with women in the office it is common. That's why it's slang, Asti! This is not a kayak in your village that is too bigoted and too bigoted!"
Of course Asti was shocked by Satrio's increasingly raised voice. Fortunately Akbar was asleep. Her husband went out of the room. Not even reprimanding Asti until a few days later.
Even Asti had to listen to Satrio's words while chatting in the rice stall behind the office. At the time Asti just finished following the organizational activities in Satrio's office. After he was out three or four times.
As usual, many activities of the wife of the police member will be carried out. They dispersed the meeting just as Azan Dzuhur was reverberating in front of the largest mosque in the city which was located across the highway. Right in front of the office.
Asti accidentally brought Satrio lunch for him and wrapped 4 pieces of his favorite coconut pudding. Earlier this morning Asti only had time to prepare fried rice and a piece of fried chicken for her husband's breakfast.
The mothers began to leave the office parking lot which was quite spacious . Asti asked the OB about Satrio's whereabouts.
It turned out that her husband was still sitting in the stall. While his other friends had crossed the highway in front of the office to the mosque for congregational prayer.
Asti was surprised by the words of Satrio and his partner, from inside the shop. They just talk, joke or joke. But why would Satrio indulge in the shortcomings of his own wife's physical to the very taboo things to talk about in public.
" Don't do it, Bro. You're still getting a new, younger girl and bohay. Poor thing, your wife just gave birth!"
" Crossing doang, Jek! Bored also every day salted fish only. Every now and then try young chicken, the meat is still tender. Steady!"
" Fuck Satrio, you fucking cunt! Edan Kowe, yes. It's jerky!"
The two of them plus the guard man laughed out loud. The sound of their laughter until it sounded out the stall.
Hearing that Asti's chest felt sliced nine. Grievous. She had heard of the case about the foreign fish, which befell an artist because of the reproach of her ex-husband. Until the case went viral, the former was reported to the police, ran to court and ended up behind bars.
Soon Asti turned from the rice shop through the side gate of the building where Satrio worked. Quickly turned on his beat motor that was still parked in the corner of the yard.
It felt like Asti was about to scream, cry or get angry right then and there! Yet helpless... In the parking lot is still filled with mothers who are still one organization with him. Especially there is Mother Suparlan who is busy offering her neighbors to come home with her car.
On a street, Asti saw an old man pushing a cart filled with used wood. " Have you had lunch?"
"'Not yet, son," replied the old man quietly as he stopped his wagon. To answer Asti's greeting.
"There is a fortune for you. For lunch !"
The crackle bag containing the two plastic boxes of food immediately changed hands. Asti had also slipped a piece of money twenty thousand in the pocket of the crackle.
" Thank you very much, yes. Son! May Allah always protect you from the difficulties of life, the many blessings, the barracks."
" Amine ... Come, Sir!"
For a moment, his anger and heartache were treated with a sincere prayer from the old man. When he returned to running his motorbike to go home, Asti continued to specialize and broke. Lost all of Asti's respect for Satrio, slowly.
Since then, Asti has never demanded anything from Satrio! He began to maintain his body and mental health, so that he could still take care of Akbar.
Satrio also rarely invite him to chat and chat as usual. In fact, he had never carried Akbar again, because he was more busy with his phone and laptop. Whether it's work from the office or communicating with the young girl who has captivated Satrio.
The days go on, from week to month. Asti is increasingly focused on the completion of his new home. Although maybe Satrio did not want to admit his relationship with the woman who works as a nurse. Still Asti wants to get out of the official house immediately. It's not feeling right now.
Maybe there will be other young girls who will enter their household. Because all this time Satrio only seek perfection from a woman. Not keeping their commitment as a couple in a household!
Two days after Ninuk returned to his school, due to being called by his homeroom teacher. Satrio went home. The man looked very different. She cut her hair in another style. I also wear perfume with a different smell. Clever also the young girl took care of the husband of people!
Look, Asti hated to see Satrio's innocent flat face. Go on a date with another woman. No more caring for his wife and children!
"Aren't you cooking, Dek?" satrio asked that afternoon. After he came home, took a shower and changed into his clothes.
" Don't tell me you're coming home tonight. Not able to cook. Akbar's fussy since yesterday afternoon..."
Yes, Allah. Satrio did not budge in the slightest when told about the state of his son. He came out of the room rather angrily.
Before long, there was a noise in the kitchen. He cooked the instant noodles maybe. Food and vegetable supplies in the refrigerator are running low. If only mustard or cabbage still exist. Also stock instant noodles and eggs.
Since Satrio left without news, Asti ate potluck. Usually he used to shop at the market to buy side dishes to eat Satrio. For example, two chickens that have been cut into pieces 8 or 12 per one tail by the seller. Later at home, Asti will make condiments to cook the chicken and store it in the Freezer. Only in the legs, head and neck are often separated Asti to add broth to the vegetable soup or soto.
There are no deposits of meat rendang, or other protein side dishes. Every day Asti only cook vegetables by buying from a passing vegetable maker. Using a side dish of tempeh and tofu that he processed with various variations of cuisine. Thank God, his body is healthy, his Breast Water is smooth!
The door to Asti's room is deliberately locked from the inside. Akbar just fell asleep. Satrio will certainly disturb his son. Yesterday Mbok Bayah was still carrying Satrio's clothes he took from the laundry.
By the early hours of the morning Asti woke up. He's getting more and more night prayer. Everything he has given to Allah SWT. Including pleading for the real evidence of Satrio's relationship with his girlfriend.
When Asti came out of the bathroom. From the next room there was a voice of people talking on the phone. But Asti no longer cares, with the behavior of the man!
They kept quiet with each other. No one intends to take the initiative to start talking. Even Asti no longer provides breakfast when Satrio leaves for work. No envelopes for shopping money, no food for her husband to eat and breakfast. He has bought love from the woman hopefully full!