Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapter 65. Meet the New Satrio Family
Asti had indeed somewhat forgotten the road leading to Mbah Sanjaya's house in the village. Because the development progress in this village is faster than other neighboring villages.
Moreover, at that time he was escorted by Joko to visit Bude Prapti's house. Because their homes are very far apart, even though they are in one region.
Asti saw a red flag mounted on several power poles. Which gives him a hint that on the road there is a house of people who are grieving. Until he took his car to turn left from the main road of the village.
Sure enough, in a rather airy land already lined with various cars and motorcycles parked there. There are also young people who help become parking guards as well as security guards.
Asti was guided by a young man while parking his car in a cooler area. Because many trees are tall and leafy over it. This place more resembles a multi-purpose field. Because there is grass that is maintained neat and clean.
Bu Jum came out while carrying Akbar, followed by Asti and Mbak Ning. Today, Asti has a blue blue hijab complete with her black veil. Both women were wearing black veils.
Immediately he carried a sling bag that was not too big. While Mbak Ning brought Akbar's purse. Inside the big bag there are diapers, milk bottles containing milk, snacks of biscuits, to wet wipes and dry wipes.
In the largest and most magnificent house, Mbah Sanjaya lives with his wife and grandchildren. The man who is the older brother of his late daughter Mbah, got the gift of being given a long life. Reached over 84 years, until he came home today.
In front of the house is installed tents and plastic benches to receive guests who come. Asti asked Mbak Ning and Bu Jum to wait on one of the benches. He walked towards the front door of the house.
" Asti?"
The voice of the call stopped his steps to enter the house. Tofu - knew her body was being hugged by a woman whose face resembled Widya's mother, her former in-law.
Then he also got a hug from the other two women, who had been behind them since. There was an unspoken word from the woman with puffy eyes that showed more grief and loss.
They led Asti into the house. In that magnificent and spacious room, Mbah Sanjaya's body was buried. There were some mourners who gathered and recited prayers for him.
Some of the neighboring mothers in the room were busy preparing various needs for the funeral. Someone prepared the shroud. There are some mothers who sew flowers on long threads. The thread will be draped over the coffin before being taken to the mosque to be sholated and then taken to the cemetery.
With permission, Asti prayed in front of the body of Mbah Sanjaya covered with long batik tinsel. There is an apology prayer, also so that the man gets a spacious path in the afterlife later.
The atmosphere outside the house was increasingly crowded by mourners who began to arrive. Asti step aside for a moment. He intends to meet the Princess Mother, the late Wife of Mbah Sanjaya. Finally, Asti is escorted by a mother to meet the deceased's wife.
The woman took Asti into the house, until she stopped at a door of the master bedroom. The door of the room was wide open so he saw the Mbah Putri who seemed to be sitting alone in a state of grief.
" Mbah Putri?"
" Kowe who?" whispered doubt.
The dim state of the room makes this luxurious room look gloomy. The curtains are not opened, so sunlight cannot enter.
"I'm Asti, Mbah. Ayu Sulaksmi's. His grandson, Mbah Harjo Winangun!"
The woman cried violently as she hugged Asti. At least he knows the story of his marriage to Satrio, his grandson who ended in divorce not long ago.
"I'm sorry, Mbah Sanjaya, huh? He only intended to unite the Winangun family with Sanjaya again. But the divorce took Mbah Sanjaya a hit. He felt guilty for his sister, Sri Sumiarsih. Mbah Your daughter..."
Why regret a past event that causes bitter and pain? Asti tried to comfort the woman with some words that calmed her heart.
Quickly Asti immediately slipped a thick envelope that he had prepared before leaving earlier, into the hand of the old woman.
" This is what?"
" Make a grip, Princess only! Outside there is Akbar. Mbah Putri want to see Asti's son, the great-grandson of Mbah Putri too?"
The old woman's body moved from her room. With heart Asti took him to walk out of the house. Passed through some rooms. It turns out that the exit of the Princess Mbah from the room, also from seeing the mothers there.
The mothers were quite surprised to see easily the old woman wanted to be persuaded Asti out of her room. Though since last night he only cried when his grandchildren got the news, if the situation Mbah Sanjaya at home increasingly critical.
They did not even allow the old woman to come to the hospital. Because the trip is quite far to the city of Solo, and done at night. Until the woman fell silent when she heard that her husband had died after receiving some medical treatment.
Until dawn, Mbah Sanjaya returned home. The woman waited and would not leave her room.
" My great-grandson? Where's?"
The woman's raucous voice saw the figure of Akbar sitting on a chair and guarded by Mbak Ning and Bu Jum .
The woman looked at Akbar's face in amazement. Of course the woman recognized the face of Satrio similar to the face of baby Akbar. A very clear face of the blood flowing in the body of a 12-month-old baby boy. But Satrio denied with various reasons to cover up his mistake.
" Take good care of your son, Asti. Allah has a way and sustenance for him. Satrio is outrageous. Niru is also married again!"
Ma'am Ning and Bu Jum looked at. Although the voice of Mbah Putri was a little slow and vibrated because it held sad and anger. But they heard all the words that the old woman spoke very clearly.
" Asty! You came first?"
There was the voice of Bulek Ratih behind them. He was in a hurry to get off the car that Joko was driving. In the other car was seen Pak Haji Anwar and his wife. They came together with other neighbors.
It is only fitting that they have just come now. Because many villagers Sendang Mulyo who participated in the group of mourners.
Joko approached Akbar, who was still carried by Mbah Putri. Until Bude Diah came out and greeted the guests who arrived.
" Let's go in!"
" I'm sorry, Bude Diah! Asti's got a baby, so let my son stay here,!"
The woman hugged Asti's body tightly again while looking at him. As if giving Asti a thousand forgiveness and understanding. Asti's face is still as beautiful as it used to be, with a stroke of sadness that has matured his life.
" You didn't meet earlier with your ex and your great ex-in-law?"
" Satrio is here?"
" He just came, but through the back door! Shame on Sarno's neighbor who had come. Moreover, his wife was already pregnant first so, huh? It's like giving birth tomorrow! Though the speech of Ms Widya said she had just been married for six months..."
The words were shared with his other sister. " In the DP first, Yuk!"
Bude Diah's face is getting dark." Take it easy, Asti! From the time Bude Ayu was still around, we were brothers. Don't mind your Widya Bude family. Too much for Satrio! So it's the wrong way the kid is always behind it!"
Asti speechless. There was anger on her sister Bude Widya's face. The woman returned to the house to receive the presence of mourners who still appreciate and respect the father, Mr. Mursadi Sanjaya. Village leader Sendang Ranti who is highly respected by its citizens.
Actually Asti wants to go home soon. But only he who connected the family with the late Mbah Sanjaya.
Akbar had already finished one bottle of milk. The boy looked at Asti like he was asking to come along. But Ma'am Ning and Bu Jum understood. A little while ago Asti was inside, not good for Akbar.
The group, led by Mr. Haji Anwar, finally came out of the house. They sat on the bench provided there. Lek No and Bulek Ratih stayed at the funeral home to escort the late Mbah Sanjaya to his funeral later.
"'Lek, do I just go home first, huh?" asti asked Lek No and his wife.
"Not go home yet. Survive Asti, to see Satrio's proud family. Let Joko take Akbar home first. The air here is not good for your son, it will be polluted with him!" Bulek Ratih said.
The neighboring mothers in the village of Sendang Mulyo even moaned Akbar. Many of the mothers had just seen Asti's baby who was quite large, healthy and handsome.
" Astie!"
The voice of the call, not just made Asti turn her head. The mothers beside Asti looked at him simultaneously.
From the door of Mbah Sanjaya house, looks Bude Widya come. Behind him was a man who was walking limping with crutches in both hands. She was followed by a young woman who was pregnant. The woman wore a negligee and wore a veil that had originally been wrapped around her shoulder-length hair and was blond in color.
" Come on! Bu Jum and Ms. Ning. We're getting in the car!" bring Bulek Ratih. He quickly took Akbar and walked away from the Satrio family's entourage.
Ms. Romlah's eyes were fixed on the large belly of the young woman who was walking beside Satrio. The man looked thinner with slightly shaggy and messy hair.
" Oh, that woman, Satrio's young wife? Oh, you deserve to be divorced Asti, this actor bunting first! He hasn't got his karma! Destroying someone else's household. Just look at Asti!"
The words of the neighboring woman Bulek Ratih were indeed famous for being sharp and outspoken. Zahra's face paled hearing that. He also saw that there were more than ten mothers behind Asti. Don't know yet! sharp mouth of Mothers of the villagers. Although from the village area, but the news of Asti's divorce makes them curious. Satrio is having an affair!
Asti stood up unmoved. Without looking at the woman who had become her former father-in-law, Asti turned away. There is Haji Anissa. A wise woman who knows the story of Asti's life from the beginning of marriage until the entry of a third person.
" Astie!" Call Bude Widya who quickly runs towards Asti who intends to go to his car.
" What's up, Bude? Wanna curse Asti again? Please bring Satrio and Zahra into the house." Asti is upset.
"'You Satrio and the woman were slaughtered by the mother of Sendang Mulyo and Sendang Ranti? Although they are not as high as the education of Bude Widya. They still know what is wrong remains wrong, and what is right remains right. Don't close Bude's eyes! All the blame was on Satrio who did not maintain his dignity and lust!"