Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapter 69. The arrival of Bude Prapti
Bu Jum has been very painstaking in looking after Akbar for the past two days. Because, after weaning, Akbar became a bit fussy. He wants to be given water. If we eat more is wasted than goes into his mouth.
" No, what's. Maud. Just relax!" Bisik Bu Jum who patiently fed the baby with soft rice with chicken claw soup sauce.
Sure enough, the next day Akbar was willing to chew his baby biscuits. Also drink formula milk even a little, so that his body is not too shrinking because of the snacking should not drink ASI- anymore.
Asti occasionally kissed Akbar's cheeks and forehead, who fell asleep in his arms after finishing half a bottle of milk formula.
" Have you calmed down, Asti?" whisik Bu Jum's.
" Yes, Mrs Jum. Thanks...!"
It turns out that the experience of Bu Jum handling babies deserves a thumbs up. Luckily, Asti is always accompanied and assisted by good people who work in this house. He is a young man who has not much experience in taking care of babies. Even if the baby is his own child.
Now, Asti is more relieved if he will go to the market every morning, to forage for sustenance. Akbar had also walked over little by little. Already not fussy or crying in Asti stay out of the house in the morning. Even Akbar often escorted him to the front gate. Waving his hand for drugs or sun from a distance!
Lek No and Bulek Ratih who finally came to the house of Mbah Sanjaya for the seven-day anniversary of his death. Two days before the yasinan event, Joko had delivered various groceries from Asti. From basic food to various kinds of pastries to be served to the guests who come at the event.
Lek No had also told Asti that the Satrio family without Mr. Cahyadi had returned to his official home that night. After the funeral of my grandfather. Instead of inviting a storm with Mother Widya's younger brothers who are less willing to accept the presence of Satrio and his new wife.
Almost all children, grandchildren and relatives of the late Mbah Sanjaya do not care about the existence of Ms. Widya anymore. Moreover, they also saw how hypocritical Satrio was, who brought Zahra to his Grandpa's family. Though it is clear - it is the woman Satrio's affair that makes the housewife with Asti divided and destroyed.
Almost at 20:00, a bell rang from the front fence of the house. Madam Ning, open the windshield window curtain just to see who the guests are coming in tonight.
The woman quickly opened the front room door. Because the fence is locked from the inside. Some Asti families more often through the side door, which is connected to the tent shop if it comes to the Asti house at night.
The voice of a woman who was giving the greeting, as Asti knew. Asti quickly left the master bedroom. Sure enough, he saw Bude Prapti sitting in the living room with a young man, one of the late Mbah Sanjaya's grandchildren.
"Assalamu'alaikum!" asti Greetings.
He immediately sat down after greeting the two guests. On the table there are two piles of crib rice in a red crackle bag. There is also a banana .
" It's from Mom, Ma'am!" said the young man.
" Bude Diah?"
" yes. Asti didn't know me, did she? I am Susanto, the second child of Mother Diah Anggraeni!"
Asti's face blushed in embarrassment. Increasingly feel guilty. He does not know the grandchildren of other children of Mbah Sanjaya. Because they had followed their parents from the village of Modah Ranti since childhood, to migrate to other areas. There are also those who attend school or study in various cities in Java. Even two grandsons, Mbah Sanjaya, work in Singapore and Malaysia.
" Asti, yesterday I was busy in Mbah Sanjaya's kitchen. So no time to see you and Mrs.Ratih. If it's with Mr. Sarno I've talked a lot until the night.."
" It's okay, Bude. Does Bude Prapti want to stay here first? We'll talk a lot tomorrow. Because Akbar is booby. Tomorrow I'll take Bude back to the village. How's it?"
" Can you, Madam Asti? Well, Already. My saint at Asti's house first, yes. If you want to go home. Go ahead..."
"'He's at his tent stall in the back. Let's take Ma'am Ning, aja!" Answer Asti.
The young man came through the side door to Joko's tent stall. Accompanied by Ms. Ning. Moreover, Bude Prapti wants to also see the crowd of tent stalls owned by Pak Sarno's son.
Bu Jum immediately moved the crib rice to the dining table. Some rooms upstairs, Sister Ning has been tidying up every day. Except for Ninuk's room which should not be contested. Because he designed the room, based on a picture of a private room owned by his favorite Korean artist. So Bu Jum just swept and mopped it.
" Mr Ning, Ms. Jum! let's eat it, thanks to it!" asti said. Because food like that, if stored for tomorrow morning is no longer good to eat.
The two women, took the plates and ate at the dinner table. Bude Prapti even joined Mbah Sanjaya's grandson in the tent stall to taste one of the dishes there, the most favorite.
The next morning, Asti had told Dania that she had a need and did not come to the store first. Dania was used to keeping the shop alone. But Asti will try to keep coming on Saturday and Sunday. The store will be crowded on both days.
Akbar woke up a little late. The boy was immediately bathed and taken care of by Bu Jum. While Asti was busy in the kitchen helping Ma'am Ning prepare breakfast.
" How much do you cook, Asti?" bude Prapti asked as he looked at the various foods prepared on the table.
" But, Bude... Staff Joko also often eat here. Not to mention Mas Yanto and Pak Roh. Count for sustenance, De!"
" Well, you're more prosperous, Asti. Not like Satrio whose life is getting heavier. Said Bu Diah, all efforts Satrio in Purwokerto has been taken over by Pak Cahyadi and his second wife..."
Asti was listening to that. Last night, Susanto Dwi Jauhari had gone home, after eating at the Tenda Joko shop. Said Bude Prapti, Bude Dyah's second child, who runs a fairly large electronics store near SPBU. So he saw the incident, when Satrio blatantly hugged Zahra walking in a public place.
" I want to tell you the truth too, Asti! "
" What's the matter, Bude?"
" I was once escorted by Suryo, my son-in-law, to Satrio's official house. At that time he once called, if I can work again, after Mbok Bayah you stopped. But that morning, I was knocked into the house not built by Satrio. It's almost nine o'clock."
" Obviously, Satrio must be inside the house, because in front of his car. Even the porch lights are still on, not yet turned off. What I didn't expect, was that woman who opened the door!"
" We are equally shocked. Even thought it would be worse if the woman stayed there, because it was like just waking up. Though you are the same Akbar still in the village of Sendang Mulyo."
Lama Bude Prapti was silent. " Satrio asked me not to come anymore, and can't talk to anyone if Bude saw Zahra there. I was given the same money as Satrio and told to go back to the house in Sendang Ranti."
Bude Prapti cried a little hard, trying to hold all the feelings in his heart. Guilt for keeping the disgrace from others because of Satrio's threat. " I'm sorry, I. Asti! I dare not speak honestly. Try if I dare to say, of course your marriage can still be maintained..."
" For what, Bude? Satrio has been in contact with Zahra for a long time, really! Divorce is better for us. From Satrio continue to pervert and indulge his lust!"
Bude Prapti let out a long breath. "'Are you not interested in finding a father for Akbar?
" Lazy Bude, if you can model Satrio again. Mending looking for a lot of sustenance, let us live worthy!"