Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapter 68. The Storm is Not Over
Night covers the residence of Asti's house. The atmosphere of the house is getting quieter. Akbar fell into a deep sleep after breastfed Asti for a while. Various supplements, team rice, and biscuits made the baby full. Especially since the morning his mother was taken to another village which is quite far away.
"'Bulek, has Mbah Sanjaya been sick for a long time? No news, anyway. Suddenly there was news he was dead !"
Bulek Ratih looked at Asti's sad face. The woman was very familiar with the character and personality of her foster child. Although Asti is divorced, but still feel hurt and disappointed. Especially when meeting with Satrio and Zahra at the funeral home.
Not to mention seeing the face of the Zahra who seemed too young to be a household destroyer another woman! Bulek Ratih alone was fed up, seeing his spoiled style, with the way the woman who did not want to be away from the husband of his victory.
" Since Susanto filmed Satrio walking with Zahra, relatives in Sendang Ranti have been excited. Especially if you are asking for a divorce. Mbah Sanjaya is already very angry with Satrio! He kept a close eye on his first daughter's family."
" Why is that, Lek?"
" For , It has long been Mbah Sanjaya's desire that one of his grandchildren or relatives can mate with you. But Widya's mother, who had just heard about it, immediately proposed Satrio, her youngest child. Even Bude Ayumu just play accept it! Not paying too much attention to the character, actions and past of Satrio, which he said was inappropriate. That's so...."
" Is the rumor about Mr. Cahyadi true, Lek?"
" It has been a long time Mr. Cahyadi and Ms. Widya did not get along well . It began because the place of duty of Mr. Cahyadi, as a camat should be placed far outside the city. While the school where Ms. Widya works is in the middle of Purwokerto. So they stay apart. Especially at that time Widya's mother had just been appointed as the principal at a state High School in the city. So she and her three children lived together with her mother-in-law in her house, away from her husband."
" Until Widya's mother heard rumors that her husband was in close contact with a single-born widow. The young woman worked to take care of all the needs of Mr. Cahyadi every day, who lived in the official house in the village. They're a big storm. Until almost divorced. Because he was already embarrassed, Mr. Cahyadi finally married the woman. As a sense of responsibility as a result of Widya's mother acting vigilante. The woman was mauled by Widya's mother until she entered the hospital. Now they have two children, a girl and a boy who is already a teenager."
" Since that event, Bude Widya turned into a person who was very hard, bitter and indifferent because of the disappointment of her husband's actions. Not even concerned with the protest of Mr. Cahyadi, because of the way Widya's mother and Satrio's pampering mother. Be the Satrio you are! Selfish, always feeling right and do not want to be blamed for always being defended by his mother and eyes."
Asti looked into Bulek Ratih's eyes doubtfully, "If Satrio wears crutches, Bulek ?"
" Said Joko, she had an accident after coming home from this house, first!"
" It wasn't gang-raped and persecuted - Joko's friends, Lek?"
" Oh, my God, Asti! Joko would not dare to act silly. Keep on hitting the chromo like that. Moreover, Satrio is also a state servant. It's just that he was very late to get information from Susanto, Mbah Sanjaya's grandson about Satrio..."
" You must be calm and sincere about this problem. The patience of your life has been tested. Only hypocrites will accept all the bad things they do, right?" Bulek Ratih's voice was getting softer and more soothing.
Now Asti is quite satisfied with the explanation of Bulek Ratih.
It was in that big enough bedroom that he slept with Bulek Ratih. After Lek No gave news, he reached home safely delivered Susanto, before midnight.
In the morning, the air is not as bright as yesterday. The sky in the East was rather dark with clumps of black clouds hanging heavily.
Asti is still comfortable falling asleep, after performing the Fajr prayer.
Hugging Akbar. The baby only cried for a while because of thirst. After that the baby was moved from the crib to his bed.
" Want to go to the market, Mommy?"
The eyes of baby Akbar stared at Asti's face for a long time. Later he will start weaning Akbar with the help of Bulek Ratih. At the end of this he is less appetizing to eat, so the water is getting reduced.
The baby comfortably slept in the sling of the Ratih Bulek. Akbar began to indulge in everyone he thought was good and loved him.
" Put it in the stroller, Ma'am Jum! Akbar let me be in the shop. There, if Bu Jum wants to join Bulek Ratih into the market! "
" This is the only note, Dania?"
" Yes, Ma'am. The goods were delivered two days ago from Bu Tuti. I checked it, and it was labeled!"
Before long, Asti transferred the price of the goods listed to Bu Tuti's account. Good delivery stuff all. So no one needs to be returned to the convection.
Dania is getting more trustworthy. The girl will bring money selling goods in the store and store it neatly. The money will be deposited to Asti twice a week.
Bulek Ratih appeared while handing over one large crackle to Dania's hand. Dania's mother is still her cousin Bulek Ratih. The woman bought Dania's mother a variety of dry side dishes, herbs and basic food.
The Danians lived in a village far behind this market. Sometimes both parents, had to walk far outside of his village when they heard there were residents who were looking for farm laborers to work on their rice fields.
" Thank you, Bude!" sahut Dania polite.
Dania can only hold Akbar for a moment. The baby eats anything, which is put in his mouth. From the marrow porridge, ice cendol is also a traditional cake that is not too hard.
Asti took his car to Sendang Mulyo village road. In the trunk there are many bags of groceries. There was in the mother of a trader from a village who brought the garden results in the form of various fruits with his ontel bike. Asti bought soursop, mango and water guava from the mother.
The arrival of Asti cars has been marked by the mothers of neighboring Bulek Ratih. Since yesterday the mothers have been itching to ask about the big pregnant woman who sits not far from Satrio.
According to their judgment, the young lady was not as beautiful as Asti. Because she was very young with thick makeup that made her older than her actual age. Not to mention her heavily pregnant stomach.
Right said people! Sometimes the presence of another woman who interferes with one's household life, not because the wife is uglier or there is any shortage. Even the seductress was below Asti's standards. The important thing is to be brave and not to be ashamed!
Asti's original intention to Bulek Ratih's house was to find a baby shaman who would massage Akbar. Even in the joglo house is full of mothers who will gossip.
" Akbar why, Asti?"
" Sweeting, Mom. There's Mbah Minto, right ?"
"'I'll call you right now!" the youngest mother ran outside the house. He's next door to Mbah Minto's house. Because if it is too late, Mbah Minto has gone from his home because he got a memijit call from residents in another village.
The voice of Akbar who cried until hoarse when recited by Mbah Minto. The boy was stripped naked, his body was covered with coconut oil and certain herbs. Both of his legs were sorted a bit stronger so that his fatigue was gone. Akbar was massaged in the living room, on the floor with a plastic mat.
Asti pretended not to see Akbar. Because the baby kept looking at him, as if asking for help. Some of the mothers who saw it laughed. Akbar is smart and resourceful.
The old lady had completed the sequence. Akbar immediately put on the diapers and his clothes were changed. By Bulek Ratih Akbar was given a drink like herbal medicine. He said that Akbar did not want to drink milk again.Tak forgot Asti inserted two fifty thousand sheets into the palm of the old woman as a spawning wage and prepare a potion for her son.