FONDLING
PAREWANG 16

I ran to catch my mother's body. I put all my energy into capturing my mother's body.

Enough father who became the victim of this parewangan, I do not want my mother to experience the same thing with Father.

Suddenly a strong wind blew holding Mom's body until she was floating in a supine position above my head.

Just like the scenes in a horror movie. I raise both my hands ready to catch Mom's body if she really falls.

There was the sound of Kyai Mansur reading prayers, while I saw Bu Dhe approaching me moving his hand.

Slowly he moved my mother's body towards a pandan mat in the room.

I saw that my mother was calm at that time. Ms. Dhe then rubbed her face with the flower water she prepared in the jug.

I saw several times the mother convulsing with bulging eyes staring at the ceiling.

He screamed in pain as Bu Dhe managed to pull out a golden needle from his forehead. Instantly I saw my mother's face instantly turn wrinkled.

My face looks different now. If previously the mother was very beautiful with smooth skin, supple and without wrinkles even though she was 60 years old. But after the shrinkage is removed, the mother's face looks blackened and looks wrinkled and looks very old.

But even so for me mother is the most beautiful woman because she has taken care of me from childhood to adulthood.

"How's Nyai, has the milk been removed?" ask Kyai Mansur

"Sampun Pak Kyai, matur nuwun has helped remove the widodari from Sri's body" replied Bu Dhe

"Together, thank you for helping Nak Fikri, too,"

Kyai Mansur then sat down next to Mom and gave her advice.

"Now that your milk has been removed, there is only Parewangan in your body. But we can't get them out now because you look so weak. Maybe in a few days after your condition improves we will be here again" said Kyai Mansur

Thank you Kyai, Abu, and Bu Dhe for helping to bring out Mother's milk. I'm sorry I can't give you anything, may the Gusti Allah repay your kindness" I said, greeting the three of them.

"Together Fik, if there is anything you just call Abu, God willing I will help if there is anything with your mother,"

"Okay Abu, thank you very much for your help.

Now Ms. Dhe is focused on cleaning the mother's body with the flower water she carries.

He also asked me to bring him a change of clothes.

Ms. Dhe was surprised when I brought her a green shirt.

"Why don't you change the other colors, Le,"

"But Mother's message is that she only wants to wear green clothes, Ms. Dhe,"

"Hmm, it is true, this clothing is one of the characteristics to mark if he has Parewangan. But if you want to give up your mother's knowledge and the soft guys who control her then don't wear these clothes anymore" said Ms. Dhe

"Good Miss Dhe,"

Before leaving, Ms. Dhe told me to keep bathing my mother using the flower water she gave.

He also promised that he would often visit Mom to find out his progress.

After that day the sound of dimples at night stopped. Thank God for a few weeks I slept well.

Even Ms. Dhe Suryati deliberately told her daughter to look after my mother, so I could work.

I did choose to work because the food stalls are no longer reliable.

Even though I actually prefer business sense, but because there is no capital eventually food stalls went bankrupt.

I work in Bu Dhe Suryati's workshop. Thank God Bu Dhe was so good to me, he knew that the burden I was carrying was so heavy that he entrusted a workshop of his to me.

Besides giving away Bu Dhe's job even betrothed me to Ranum, her second daughter who is now taking care of Mom.

"You're old enough, Le, it's time to get married. Let Sri also take care. Because you are a man so you can not if you have to continue to take care of your mother. Someone has to help you take care of your mother" Ms. Dhe said that night

"Sweep Miss Dhe, but does anyone want to be with me. All the girls I've come close to back down if they know I have a sick mother,"

For marriage, I am a little bit less. Of course it is very difficult to find a woman who would accept my condition as it is. Especially the situation of mother. Because after marrying me inevitably they have to take care of mom.

Besides, I know myself well enough because I'm not from a family, or an established man with tens of millions in income.

Bude sighed hearing my words. Instead of being arrogant, it was when our family was intact and Mom was still healthy, I did have a dream type for many women who crave an established husband. Despite having a face that is not too handsome, but because my family is rich then many women who can approach me.

If anyone says the hell I am a crown prince who will inherit the property of my parents. So whoever is going to be my wife is sure that her life will be assured.

Of course because I have a lot of inheritance.But all that has passed, now everything is away after my family is bankrupt and my mother is also sickly.

There's nothing more I can be proud of. At least if it is not rich if it has a handsome face maybe I can still be counted, but what is the power of my face is just mediocre.

"Do you want to marry my daughter Ranum?" mom Dhe asked me.

Although Ranum is beautiful but I have not thought of marrying him.

Because my thoughts on getting married are still far away. The most important thing is the recovery of the mother. But I'm also not happy to reject the wishes of Ms. Dhe.

He has helped our family a lot. Of course this matchmaking made me a dilemma.

"Marriage is for the rest of Bu Dhe's life so I can't rush to decide if I can give Fikri time,"

"Of course, Le, think carefully whatever your answer is Miss Dhe no problem really," replied Ma

He then got up from his seat and went home. After Bu Dhe's offer it made me sleepless.

I can't stop thinking about that matchmaking, even though I don't mind getting married with ranum, but somehow something is awkward.