Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapter 54. A Single Parent
All Asti divorce issues have been resolved by Ms. Imelda Wahono S.H. Including various conditions that are indeed Asti's rights were approved by Satrio, such as providing living expenses for Akbar every month.
Instead the woman was worried, when Asti asked to use her account number Imelda to receive a transfer from Satrio. Two million in a month. Even though Satrio's salary is many times the amount, because he has a business in the form of cafes and electronic stores in Purwokerto.
" Does Asti only receive spending money of two million each month?"
There was only Asti's smile that looked rather sad.
" What's enough?"
" Regulated to be enough, Mom!"
" Why didn't Asti tell that in yesterday's hearing?"
" No need, Mom! What matters is that I am divorced. I am tired of being ignored, belittled, humiliated, lied to. Is it incomplete for my troubles?"
The woman patted Asti on the shoulder to strengthen. The more I know Asti, Imelda's mother is more amazed. The young woman immediately put her life back together. Asti still calls him sometimes. Although sometimes they only talk about the trinkets of life. Beyond the issue of monthly money transfers for Akbar who has been for three months settles in the account book of Ibu Imelda.
The issue of rental agreement for shop contracts, letters - license for the construction of shophouses or businesses, Asti was assisted by Pak Gunarsa, S.H. coworker of Ibu Imelda.
The rest, Asti relies on Joko's help to take care of various letters, from making a certificate to change address, change Family Cards, because of his status that has changed to Single Parent.
They had to bring various equipment from the house of Mr. RT in Sendang Mulyo village, Ke Pak RW to the village, the district also went to the local dukcapil. Not to mention having to update the report to the new Asti residence, it turns out different regions.
Living in a crowded village is different from living in a village. According to Mr. Sambodo, Mr. RT whose house is directly opposite the front of the Asti house. Most of the residents who live along the crossroads are mostly immigrants from other areas.
They scavenge the windfall by opening various businesses from stalls and shops at the intersection of the very crowded street. Some have taken care of the move and become permanent residents there. In fact, there are many more people who hold ID cards from the original region.
While some of the villagers who live at the end of the connecting road have sold all the rice fields and gardens to developers. So that the villagers moved to other areas with a considerable amount of liberation money.
The neighbors also do not question the status of Asti who is now a widow. Because the phenomenon of divorced women in the area is getting higher. Generally due to economic stress factors, which causes many women to sue for divorce from her husband.
Funnily enough, Asti's house so often visited by the neighbors with a variety of different interests. The most important thing is to borrow money. Sometimes, Asti asked Mas Yanto to close the front gate only if he left the house.
It's not that he doesn't have empathy for other people's distress. Because Asti doesn't know them. If he only borrowed with a nominal value of a little or needed a few kilograms of rice, he would give it sincerely.
Not borrowing money with millions only capitalize on promises. In fact, they gave various unreasonable reasons, so that Asti gave a loan.There are for the cost of treating her parents in the village because of illness. There are those who pay for motorcycle installments that are two months late. Even though Asti herself is also a single mother who has to work to support her baby.
The problem has been conveyed by Asti to Mr. RT. Asti will always fulfill its obligations as a member of the community such as paying monthly dues for RT cash, security money and various other interests around the neighborhood where he lives.
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" I'm going home, Ma'am!" ninuk's phone told him of his return.
" Look at the road!" asti's Message.
Since Ninuk began to be enrolled as a freshman at a private campus, he has only been to Asti's house twice. The girl enjoys her new life which is different from her high school days.
Asti was moved because now, Ninuk has been wearing a hijab for everyday life, not on campus only. Because the campus that Joko chose for her sister to study was a campus with an Islamic college foundation.
The cute girl was already riding Akbar, after coming from the boarding place this morning the distance that must be taken Ninuk reached an hour more by motorbike. Of course he still runs his bike at full speed.
Now Ninuk was more mature and earnest with his lectures. Joko who used to be busy taking care of all the needs of her sister. From campus, majors to boarding houses. It didn't matter that his sister had to be a little far away from the campus every day. Because the boarding house is safe and owned by a retired teacher.
Behind the house Asti also made an iron door that is only enough to pass only for one person .
A high iron door that was connected to the wall of the shophouse next to him. The door will later be used by Joko for the way in and out of the tent stall to the back of the Asti home page.
Now behind the house was already a temporary building made of asbestos walls with a wave plastic roof.
Yesterday the mole trucks were deployed to fill the dak on the second and third floors of the shophouse.
The activities of dozens of trucks carrying cast concrete, assisted by many people who guard, so as not to interfere with the smooth flow of traffic in front of the very crowded highway.
Now, the workers are focused on hardening the land in front of the shophouse which is planned to be used to park the vehicle of visitors shop, park and shop tent Joko. While waiting for the results of the casting to harden, newly created shophouse walls and roof.
" Come, all lunch first! It's been prepared by Ms. Ning. Of course by order of Jeng Asti, our great boss. No one can refuse! " ninuk said.
There are not only his father and brother who supervise the work. There is also Mas Adam, two project foremen and one supervisor. While the workers and artisans have crossed the road leading to a rice stall with a simple building. It was there that they had lunch and rest until 13:00.
Lek No who first led the group into Asti's house through the back door. He washes his hands and feet on the tap next to the porch.
Sure enough, on the side terrace has been prepared various dishes on a large table. Ms. Ning and Ms. Jum were busy preparing the dishes, spoon and glass.
There are rows of plastic chairs, as well as mats. While being bothered to prepare lunch that, the baby Akbar began to fuss in the sling Ninuk, because he saw his mother.
Asti immediately took Akbar from Ninuk's sling. "Please help. Sister Ning! Mas Yanto and Pak Roh told me to eat together, yes. Nuk!"
" Ready, Boss Ma'am! "
Ninuk shouted at him. Moving to the front yard of the house. Asti always provides more cuisine for lunch for the people who are supervising the construction of shophouses.
" Yanto, Mr. Roh! join your lunch on the side terrace!" Call Ninuk.
Mr. Spirit immediately closed the front fence. In the courtyard were three parked cars. From Mas Joko, Mas Adam to a supervisor.
Mas Yanto prefers a short tour to keep an eye again on the construction of a shophouse that has stood firm. It turns out that this modern and fast-paced way of development attracts a lot of people. Sometimes there is also the bad intentions of the people covered with the many tools and materials used for shophouses designed without a roof.
" Sorry, Ma'am. Akbar's fussy, huh?" asked Ninuk who saw the baby hugging the body of Asti who was sleeping next to him.
" Slightly hot! next time wear a hat, Nuk! The shophouse project in front is very hot and a lot of dust."
" I'm sorry, handsome boy. Aunt Ninuk is wrong..."
" You are arrogant, just two months as a student in the city, ask to be called Aunt again! Bulek Ninuk, that's it!" Asti Resolute.
" What century is it, Ma'am?" The Ninuk ngeyel debate.
"Yes I know it's been a modern century but as a good citizen, still uphold the cultural values and customs in each region. Including maintaining the habit of greeting the bulek, Mr. Lek, bude. Afraid of being out of date, huh?"
" Okay, okay . Akbar's mother was always right and won!"
" Yes, go eat. Later come with your brother take orders for goods at Budoyo Market."
" So Mas Joko opened that tent shop?"
"'Be! That's a special order of stoves, pans and pans. Tomorrow new to Solo, he said to buy a printer?"
" Wow, thank you so much my beautiful, kind and not arrogant Ma'am Asti..."
" Hus, sana! Tombal. Well if you want it!"
The door to the room was closed immediately. Akbar occasionally woke up. His head is a bit hot. Because of the kangennya Ninuk, until for hours Akbar continues to carry him.
Ninuk had also seen the workmanship of the front of the shophouse leveled with a mini bulldozer. Akbar was interested in seeing that thing. Even though the sound of the engine scared her a little.
Until Ninuk did not realize that around the area was full of vehicles from four-way traffic flow. Lots of dust, heat and vehicle fumes.