Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapter 7. Gayung Unhappy
Asti really didn't expect the 'Black Steel Satrio' to contact him. Since meeting Mbah's grandson Kung Sanjaya earlier, his body temperature rose by several degrees Celsius. Not to mention her hot and flushed cheeks like ripe tomatoes.
For a long time he was shunned by the male beetles silently. But it was respected by the village elders for carrying the big name Harjo Winangun. Uh, this is meeting a man who does not hesitate to seduce him in public.
" Asti, Asti !" Call Bude Ayu while knocking on her bedroom door.
" Satrio calls you on, this is. How, not answered?"
Bude Ayu's head looked out from behind the door. The woman saw Asti still sitting in front of the prayer mat while reading the Qur'an in a soft voice. The woman's heart closed the door to her nephew's room.
Before long Asti closed his reading, then folded his face. Asti's eyes stared at his HP which was still in a charging state. Mm, um delicious not served, seduction change ala play boy cap crackers it! Uh, still brave too he asked that to Bude Ayu. Play the phone carelessly to an older person. Complain about the story?
He'll rest himself tonight. His body and mind should be fresh tomorrow morning. For a moment he heard the sound of a motorbike that seemed like more than one stopped in front of Pak Haji Anwar's house.
The problem arises is very troublesome for many people. It also scares motor vehicle users to pass in vulnerable and quiet areas at night.
The shopping event to Solo this time was accompanied by Bu Haji Anissa. He also had an interest in finding batik bars in Klewer Market. Also look for brocade material for the big family uniform, because her youngest sister is getting married two months later. Bu Anissa asked Mr. Ton to be her driver this time.
Along the way even the topic of Mas Embul which became the conversation between Bu Haji and Pak Ton. Only Asti responds occasionally.
The journey is taken almost an hour more because the streets outside Solo are quite smooth during the weekday before ten noon.
In the largest batik market in the city, Asti already has a subscription that sells batik culottes, batik cloth modified with rope twists and Muslim batik blouses. Each Asti takes only two kodi.
He was quite relieved because all the items that had been recorded in the grocery list had been purchased.
Bu Haji also got brocade material for uniforms in his family. Each member of the family who is female gets 1.75 cm to 2 meters of material. They long enough decide the color of the brocade material that best matches the appropriate theme.
Bu Haji accidentally saw Mbak Nanik standing in front of a mini market near the red crossroad lights heading outside the city of Solo.
" That, Sister Nanik. Nope, yeah. Sir ?" Lirih.
Mr. Ton to slow down the speed of his car just to make sure that what Bu Haji Anissa saw was indeed Ms. Nanik. Even Asti who hesitated because all this time Mbak Nanik always hijab.
While the woman looks attractive with a mini skirt of jeans, a tight red shirt blouse. His hair was a bit brownish cut to a shoulder with neat rebonding.
" Astagfirullah!" Bisik Bu Haji Anissa. Afraid of mistakenly thinking that Mbak Nani is foraging for food dressed like that."
"I mean, Haji Ma'am? "
The woman who was auspicious and gentle nodded her head. Mr. Ton pulled his car over after passing through the place a few meters in front of him. Because I want to know what to do next, by that woman. Mbak Nanik used to be very proud of himself for being the son-in-law of Pak Kushari Juwono.
Before long there was a blue matic motor stop not far from the place. A man whose age is as old as Lek No came down and approached Mbak Nanik.
They only talk for a moment. Before long, Mbak Nani climbed into the man's motorbike. Mbak Nanik's hand tightly hugged the man's waist. Even Mbak Nanik's entire body was stuck tightly on the man's back. The motor passed their car. It turns out that it was Mbak Nani who wore full makeup this afternoon.
Bu Haji continued to say Allah's asthma in a soft voice. Mr. Ton is still recording a pair with his HP
" We're watching, Mom?" ask the man.
" No need, Ton. Just take away the sins!"
" Yes, Miss Haji. Let's go home!"
Asti can still observe the couple who are blending it. Because the motorbike ride the couple was only blocked by two motorcycles in front of their car. Near a jasmine-class hotel, the motorbike turned and entered.
The two-story building looked seedy with its paint peeling off and the plants in the large pots were molten and dry. In front of the building was the name of the hotel.
Unknowingly Asti's tears were dripping. In the trial of the hardships of life, even Sister Nanik turned away from the Creator. He even changed all his difficulties with the road of worship.
The sight earlier made the three people in the car speechless.Bu Haji saw Asti's eyes glazed over . There is sadness there that is unspoken .
The girl was busy lowering various bags of crackles. While Mr. Ton and Lek No have carried some cardboard into the house.
" Thank you, Haji! Already delivered shopping."
"Together! " said Haji Anissa. " Give me some cigarette money for Mr. Ton. Gasoline is the same as me."
"Don't, Haji Ma'am! Later I will not use the car Bu Haji again, you know?"
" It's Asti, I'm also shopping!"
Finally half of the car rental agreed Asti previously given to Pak Ton. Because the woman still does not want to receive rent from Asti.
Until Asti realized that beside Bude Ayu there was someone else. Isn't that the Black Steel Satrio?
Asti says hello as a stale base. All this for Budenya, not for the invisible creature. He tried hard not to notice the man.
The girl immediately cleaned herself up. Then he made tea from thermos water that Bulek Ratih always provided on the kitchen table. Bude has dinner ready. Although he had stopped by at a soto stall, Asti finally finished his rice and side dishes with difficulty. Unknowingly he hugged his Budenya who was washing dishes in the kitchen.
"What's up, you're Asti ?"
Bude Ayu was most aware that his nephew was agitated or a lot of thoughts.
" So, when I came home shopping. We saw Sister Nanik, Bude. He doesn't work right .... Dress up and dress up like a bad girl!"
" You see that's Nanik?"
" It was precisely Bu Haji Anissa who first saw. I'm even pangling, De! Where not to wear hijab, makeup medok. She also wears a mini skirt with a tighter shirt!"
" Why are you sad?"
" Don't know this. I don't believe in Bude. That bad deeds will result in bad ones!"
" You're tired. Shopping a lot?"
Gently Bude Ayu stomped on his nephew's shoulder affectionately. Precisely seeing the slump of Nanik's life he even melow. Challenged Mas Timbul who used to roam the market and ask money to traders rather high as Asti security money is not afraid .
" Others are being massaged. I also want to be taken, dong!"
Asti only closed his eyes when he saw Satrio who was following into the dining room. Though he was still busy chatting on the front porch with Lek No.
" I'll rest, yeah. De"
Asti hugged Bude Ayu's body tightly.
Satrio was silent when he saw Asti enter his room and locked the door from the inside .
" Ayok, we're talking in the middle of the room. Lek No hasn't come home yet, has he?"
" I'm here, Bude."
" Asti why, yes. Kok Lemes. He's not sick, is he,? "
Ask Bulek Ratih's husband who is very sorry for his nephew's habits. Asti is a young woman who is independent, not spoiled and rarely complains with all the bitterness of life he experienced.
" The Asti saw Nanik become a woman is not right at the crossroads outside the city of Solo! "
Not how long Lek No said to go home while gnawing on Satrio's hand. Even though they are brothers, they are not muhrim. To maintain a good name, some male guests are more often hosted at Lek No's house Although not as big as Bude Ayu's house.
Pak Harjo built the house for Sarno and his newly married wife. The house was permanently built, complete with five bedrooms, a two-bathroom living room as well as a spacious kitchen and warehouse. The warehouse that connects Lek No's house with the main house.