Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapters 80. The Test of Life Always Comes
" Thank God!! " Asti cried to welcome Mr. Leon when the car had arrived in front of the house. Not only two hours, the car was moving very quickly, splitting the flow of traffic from outside the city of Yogyakarta, Klaten, Klaten, and Surakarta got to this area which is generally in the middle of the map of Central Java, but slightly bordering East Java.
Akbar went back in the man's arms as he got out of the car. Mas Yanto who opened the front gate wide - wide because he knew, Asti's car had not come.
All Akbar's goods have been removed from the car owned by Mr. Leon assisted by Mbak Ning and Pak Cakra who were transported to the middle room. Not until ten minutes later, the Honda Jazz Asti car came. The car is parked next to Mr. Leon's car.
In the middle room already held by Bu Jum mat to sit around. It's Magrib's time soon. Akbar refused to enter the room to be replaced by the traveling clothes he wore. He was persuaded by his nanny in a thousand ways. It didn't work either.
Today Akbar demands all of Mr. Leon's attention on him. Silly Mr. Leon responded, as if the man gave up all his time and attention only to the almost 14-month-old baby boy.
" Come, Sir! "' said Madam Ning who had already brewed three cups of coffee. Akbar was still sitting in the man's arms. Although the baby also did not refuse when carried by Mr. Cakra. They drank coffee in the side garden.
After Azan Magrib reverberated, the men prayed together in the prayer room. As the men alternated ablution in the bathroom and began preparations for prayer. Only then can Asti persuade Akbar to enter the room and change all his clothes.
" Dedek want to take a shower or on the lap?" ask Asti gently.
" Yep.." Akbar replied funny.
Asti bathed the baby for a while. Without wetting his head. In that room, Bu Jum had prepared a change of clothes for Akbar. Her favorite cartoon-style nightgown suit.
" If Ms. Ning is ready for her cooking, please ask them to eat first, Mom!"
" Yes, Ma!" ma'am replied, Ma'am Jum left Asti's room.
The living room was already crowded because Ninuk and Bulek Ratih had also taken a shower and prayed, already coming down from the room on the top floor. They all gathered in the middle room. Akbar was thrilled when Ninuk came to this room and showed him his new nightgown.
Ninuk immediately took Akbar out of the main room, so that Asti could complete her personal needs.
In his room Asti bathes, ablutions and prayers Maghrib. The woman continued to read the Koran even a single verse, doing it every day.
While Ninuk was guarding and playing with Akbar. Bulek Ratih helped Madam Ning prepare dinner.
Lamat-lamat melodious voice Asti while teaching was heard from the dining room. Mr. Leon and his two friends sat down with Mbak Ning, and Bulek Ratih enjoyed a very simple dinner.
Asti's housemaid has provided long bean lodeh vegetables with fried goldfish side dishes, bakwan bean sprouts and sambal plow added to beef treats.
Mr. Leon continued to pay attention to Asti who was busy preparing Akbar meal with more mushy rice and long bean clear vegetable sauce. The dishes are like parchment with a variety of mixed vegetables and ground chicken meat.
" Aunty Ninuk, Ma'am Jum let's eat too!" Asti Pinta.
Akbar asked Asti to be invited to the second floor while being fed. Aided by Bu Jum, the main lights on the two floors of the house began to be turned on. Especially for the porch lights and the upper balcony to be bright.
" Asti wanted Mbok Bayah from earlier! Now he's waiting in the backyard, yeah!"
Joko's voice and her presence on the second floor was quite shocking to him. Akbar rice in the bowl is a little more. But he had to meet the old woman who had come all the way to his house for some benefit.
Akbar quickly took him down to the first floor. He left Akbar with Ma'am Ning. Because he saw that Bu Jum was doing the dishes.
Precisely Bulek Ratih and Ninuk were already in the tent stall when they heard there was Mbok Bayah .
" Mr Asti, how are you?"
Unable to be restrained, the old woman's tears flowed down. Of course he has been told by Ibu Anggita the location of this house. Asti hugged the woman who used to take care of Akbar who was only one week to almost three months old.
"' Mbok Bayah, who are you here with?"
Asti actually saw a young man who was very unpretentious. He looks sad because he has a white hat with Koko's shirt and his face is very clean.
" In fact, Mr. Ustadz Jauhari came to help Mr. Asti. It's not just a problem about the stench that used to be in Pak Satrio's official house, Ma'am!"
Some doubt Asti, but brought Mbok Bayah and the young Ustadz into his house. Immediately Bu Jum immediately took Akbar away to put the baby to sleep in the master bedroom.
" I'm sorry, Madam Asti. Only now I have decided to come. If you hear the story of Mbok Bayah before. There are people who are trying to destroy the household of Madam Asti because of past grudges. While the young woman who just came in the life of Asti's ex-husband, trying to attract his attention by using pellets."
" Athaghfirullah azim thing! " Excited Bulek Ratih and Ninuk together.
After hearing this explanation. What a shocking news for them. Even though they are currently still continuing to improve worship to be worthy when going to Umrah next month.
The young Ustad handed him a large bottle of mineral water containing one liter that was still sealed tightly.
" Mr Asti If still often difficult to sleep and restless. Drink this water a little in a glass can be added with plain water, or tea when drinking it. I have read this water prayer. May Asti always be in the protection of Allah."
Asti looked puzzled at the man who claimed to be Ustadz's cousin Hanifah's sister who led the Assembly of the Court of Justice for the study of mothers.
" What strange objects have I ever found in that house include pellets as well, Mr. Ustad?
" The origin of Madam Asti found something strange to throw away from home, then just burning it was enough. "
"'Thank you, Mr. Ustad."
" The young woman was wearing a lot of objects of interest that made the husband of Madam Asti turned away. But some of the woman's hold was released because in the main room that's Ma'am Asti always worship and teach."
" What do you mean, Mr Ustadz, that woman came to my house before we parted?"
" Like that, Ma'am. It's just that the thing used in his body is his Grandmother's legacy and is hard to let go. It was rather dangerous for his life and his descendants would later ..."
" Mister Ustad, what the accident of Mr. Suparlan's family has to do with it "asked Ninuk rather anxiously.
" There are unfulfilled terms of the agreement. If the devil has already made a promise to the one who is allied with him, then the reward will be devastating!"
Bulek Ratih's tears were dripping as well. "When we have tried to be kind to others, Mr. Ustad!"
The man smiled." Thus, Mother. Called life. The more we do good to others, the more people hate. Because what? Envy, vengeance, heartache. Precisely at this present moment, we always ask for help from God . Because around Ma'am Asti is still filled with past grudges, and hatred .Mr. Satrio was not a person who lacked strong faith and worship. So that pellet quickly affected his mind and mind!"
" I'm very grateful. Because Mr. Ustadz Jauhari has been very caring for us while living there."
" My science is still low, Ma'am. Far from perfect. Because perfection belongs to God. But I try to help Asti with all my ability. Especially after hearing the story of Mbok Bayah, about the house that smells bad. Signs there are people who will destroy Asti with the help of black magic."
The young man looked around Asti's house. She smiled sweetly. " The house is well protected. Is Madam Asti right there are still descendants with Mr Winangun?"
" I'm his grandson!"
" Thank God ... I have returned his kindness. Because my father used to do business too, but got deceived and broke. For the good of Mr. Harjo Winangun, I got capital assistance and could trade again."
Asti had heard that story. When his grandfather always helped people he knew well without asking for anything in return. He is quite happy if people who are helped can try to return to support the life of his family.
" Mbok Bayah once stayed in the village of Sendang Mulyo, right? I remember the story of my deceased father when I was a child. So we, her children are now being pushed to more religious education. Because trading is a huge risk."
They say goodbye when it's almost ten at night. Asti was only able to give the money in an envelope to the young man who heads an Islamic education foundation located on the city's border. Even the man helped himself selflessly.
The old Toyota antelope was moving out of the shophouse yard through the darkness of the night. Asti's heart is getting quieter. He had been acting right with all his difficulties all along.