Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapter 66. The Mbah Sanjaya Cemetery
Various ritual customs of the way of villagers to treat the Jenazah Mbah Sanjaya have been performed. Starting from bathing to memorizing the body that is done in the living room of the house. All of that has been given direct direction from a local cleric, who was a good friend of the late Mbah Sanjaya.
Earlier before Joko went to take Akbar home with Bu Jum and Mbak Ning, Asti had asked to be taken his face and small prayer mat. Objects made of mild parasitic material are always stored in the pocket of his car seat. Right behind the driver's seat.
The red Honda Jazz driven by Joko left the village of Sendang Ranti who looked grieving. There are also many Mbah Sanjaya services for the progress of this village. It is very clear from the life of its prosperous inhabitants. Because most of the houses in the village are new buildings that are built permanently. There are even some that are multi-storey buildings, complete with high fences and car garages, that can fit more than one car.
Sendang Ranti Village is not only relying on rice farming. There is a growing garden of mangoes and hydroponic vegetables. Many residents also have chicken farming business, from cut chicken to laying. Even their MSMEs are fairly advanced in advancing various small industries such as handicraft making, backpack and convective bags and batik making.
In the great and magnificent Mosque that Mbah Sanjaya was sholated. Asti deliberately took the rear saf. He was there along with two of the deceased's daughters, Bude Diah and Bude Arimbi. Only in such a way can Asti lead his departure. Just prayer and prayer. May all his good deeds and deeds be accepted by Alla SWT.
" Come to the tomb, right?" Bisik Bu Haji Anissa who was already by his side.
" Come, Haji Ma'am! Despite my poor relationship with the Satrio family, Mbah Sanjaya and Mbah Putri Sri Sumiarsih are still listed as sister." Asti said slowly.
The group of mothers move behind Asti. With Haji Anissa's mother and a daughter of the late Mbah Sanjaya, Bude Ambar. They walked together to the cemetery which is located at the end of the village of Sendang Ranti. Covered in teak forest and rows of flowering Cambodian trees and emits a distinctive fragrant aroma.
In front of them, the bodies were carried in a wheeled coffin with a covering of green velvet material filled with flower arrangements.
The coffin is pushed by the citizens alternately and in crowds. Many people continue to say tahlil behind the coffin. Among the many residents who pushed the coffin, looked Lek No.
Although the man is not directly related to the blood of the Sanjaya family. But Lek No learned a lot from him, about cultivating rice fields and gardens. So that he can continue to maintain the heritage of rice fields and gardens owned by Harjo Winangun, after Grandpa Asti was Died.
In front, there is Bude Widya, as the eldest son of Mr. Sanjaya. He was accompanied by relatives and relatives. The women also carried baskets containing sow flowers, bottles of rose water and a jug. Mr. Sanjaya's youngest grandson, continues to carry a frame containing his photo.
Asi walked slowly, with the group behind him. Upon arriving at the funeral, he stood a bit away from the crowd of people . A little maybe, he no longer wants to be in touch with his mother Satrio.
Since the divorce, then Asti recognized the character of the woman who was too biased. Too much for Satrio! It doesn't matter if the child is wrong and cheating. Just keep behind him!
Instead, blame Asti as the weakest party and do not have parents to protect him.
Sayup-sayup heard chanting of readings from tahlil when the corpse was lowered into a burrow. It seems that two of Mbah Sanjaya's sons went down there to help. Also several other grandchildren, shoulder to shoulder at the funeral of their father and grandfather. Except Satrio!
The funeral has finished. Mourners began to leave the cemetery one by one. Only his family members stayed for a long time. And soon they came home.
The group of mourners from the village of Sendang Mulyo had said goodbye to the family of the late Mbah Sanjaya. There stood his children, from Bude Widya, Bude Diah Bude Arimbi also Bude Arum.
Pakde Haki and Pakde Hardi Atmojo are still coordinating with several other village elders. Including Lek No who is also highly respected by the children of the deceased.
"Asti, you went home alone, huh? Take Bulek Ratih to your house! Lek No wants to be here until nightfall. Later Joko who drove the group of mothers home!" Lek No's orders, which were confirmed by Joko and Asti.
Joko was already in the parking lot. He gave the keys to Asti's Honda jazz car, which he had brought. Bulek Ratih even want to get into Asti's car immediately. It seems that he was lazy to meet his mother Satrio again, because he still felt hurt by the attitude and treatment of Mbah Sanjaya's favorite grandson against Asti.
"Asti, Wait! Sasha, inside!" exclaimed Bude Arimbi who suddenly came to see him.
It seems that Si Bude was trying to pursue Asti, so that Mbah Winangun's grandson did not go home, leaving this house.
Bulek Ratih instead came out of the car, because he felt Asti's business would be longer. Being stuck with people who are related to Satrio.
Sure enough, looks Mbak Sasha who is still sitting inside with Mbah Putri. The woman stood up and hugged Asti tightly. Unknowingly her tears were dripping. Don't ask her, she's also very disappointed and sorry about the way they got divorced. Moreover, Mr. Cahyadi is more defending Asti. He hates the way Satrio corrupts his own household.
" Chess sir send greetings. If there's any time he's going to your house next month, next month!"
" He's healthy?"
" Healthy. Asti forgive Satrio! He had missteps and Mother also continued to defend him. Forgive me, my spoiled, stubborn and self-destructive brother!"
"The same, Mother. Asti is also the one who insists on getting divorced! You see where Satrio's fault is?"
" Mr, I and Ma'am Tiara still support you! Don'tbeafraid. If anything says the same to me!"
The beautiful woman gently stroked Asti's cheeks gently. " Lek No has told you that your dream home is ready. Also the shophouse is running. May you be given ample sustenance to take care of Akbar!"
Asti came out of the mansion after greeting the mothers, and grandchildren of Mbah Sanjaya. Bulek Ratih continues to follow Asti. They did not even say hello to Bude Widya, Satrio and Zahra who were still sitting on the outside bench.
Asti's steps are getting faster to leave the funeral home. With some guests still hanging in there.
" Come on, come in. Yuck!" Call Asti.
Bulek Ratih still saw Satrio and Zahra who also looked at their departure.
" I don't want to gouge the girl's eyes. Still young, desperate to snatch people's husbands!"
The sound of the car door beside him was already firmly closed by Ninuk's mother. Asti started the Honda Jazz engine. Earlier he held out a twenty-thousand sheet to the young man who helped give the cue to get out of the place safely.
Asti was a fool with the view of the couple who continued to sit in front of the house. Asti thought, he would live in suffering, distress and mourning with grief after the divorce. Satrio was wrong to judge it that way!
She is a village woman who has self-respect, upholds her dignity and worth. No more meeting that little guy.
After all, everyone knows by now, the cause of the divorce happened. Asti doesn't need a lot of stories. Social sanctions have been received by Zahra when she lived in Satrio's official house.
Young woman in the class of Zahra, indeed worthy of a match with her ex-husband. Like his used goods in the official house. From tableware, kitchen utensils and some electronic devices from blenders, mikksers to electric kettle are items from his wedding gift with Satrio. Items given relatives, relatives and friends. He had thrown away the item, just like he had thrown Satrio away with all his ugliness!