Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 2

With annoyance I went down the stairs, maybe it should be given a lesson stepdaughter of the mother.

Tok to tok.

Several times knocking on the door of the room where Mother Jesinta occupied. But there is no answer. Maybe I better pray dzuhur first, to be calm and not too emotional facing two foreign women who have ruffled Mother's house.

This is the house of Grandpa Grandma's mother, not the house owned by Mr. Agus. But why are they acting so. I also will not prohibit if Mr. Agus invites Jesinta to stay in this house, because it is indeed the stepson of Mother like me with Mr. Agus.

But that does not mean Mr. Agus' ex-wife, also has to live here. Or, maybe they're still having sex. And Mr Agus tricked Mom? If Pak Agus' family dared to hurt Mom, they not only faced me, but also faced Bima Gendis' husband. Because Bima considers Mama like her own parents.

Gendis Papa Daniswara's son with Banuwati's brother another father's mother with me. When we were babies according to the story in the exchange of Mother, because of heartache then Mother revenge.

I occupy the position of Gendis staying with papa Daniswara. Always spoiled with luxury. While Gendis lives with Mother who only lives mediocre and hard work. That was Mom's plan. But yes, I don't need to tell you everything if you remember the old open wounds gaping back.

Arriving above me facing the qibla and then praying, until the last rokaat said hello. Then I prayed that Mom be given health wherever you are.

Finished my prayer to the garage, looking for a motorbike to find household appliances. The motorbike that Papa Daniswara bought, because the alley to this house did not enter the car. The garage was empty, too. Is it possible if Mother with Pak Agus went to bring a motorcycle.

I went back out to the grocery store not far from my house. Because there is no motorbike on foot.

Arriving at the shop looks crowded buyers. Warung Pak Waluyo is always crowded because the only stall in my alley. In addition, this shop is also complete, want to buy anything available. I used to see that everyone who was delivering goods was always transporting from the highway using a push.

"Ratri huh?" Asked the pregnant woman smilingly to approach me.

"Wash" I replied happily. Ayu is Gendis' best friend when Gendis is at home. Ayu used to always play at home even not infrequently stay overnight.

"When did you come Ratri?"

"Just this morning Yu. How many months is your pregnancy?" I asked to look at Ayu's stomach which was already big.

"It's time Ratri, pray healthy and smooth yes." His word.

"Aamiin..." I answered while scooping my face with my palm.

We talked at length, asked each other the news until finally Ayu asked Mom news.

"Emak said that he had been with Pak Agus for three months out of Yu City" I replied.

"Oh, it's appropriate that if I pass by it is always quiet, keep the garbage in the background never on the broom," Ayu replied.

He came home after getting what he was looking for. While I buy home appliances including brooms, various cleaners, fragrances, and so on. Not to forget I also bought instant noodles with eggs. For lunch it's better to cook that alone than to go out. Because today is the time I will use to clean up.

After counting all the groceries, I paid for it and went back home.

"Gayatri... When did you arrive?" Ask Mrs Hendro the position of her house right next to Mommy, but our house has a fence barrier.

"So morning ma'am," I stopped and saluted his hand.

"Yet Mom, I can't call you. Do you know where Mom went?" I asked to investigate, but then Hendro knew.

"I don't know Ratri, but I've heard the story of his son Pak Agus, your mother goes with his father." Ms. Hendro answered the same as Jesinta told me.

"Okay, ma'am, if I'm sorry." I lifted two bags of groceries, a broom, slowly, and the bucket was quite heavy as well.

"Wait for Ratri." Prevent Hendro when I want to step up.

"Ratri... Jesinta yesterday said, when I asked why not sweep. He answers if your house has ghosts."

"Ghost?" My toot. Cut out.

"Yes, said Jesi, that night is often feared. Siuuuttt. siuuuttt. So we neighbors are afraid to come to your house Ratri." Mrs Hendro said at length.

I did not cut Hendro's words, but laughed in my heart. After moving from Papa Daniswara's residence, I have lived almost 3 years with my mother in that house. There was never a ghost. I became prejudiced by his ghost who was none other than Jesinta and his mother.

"You better be careful Ratri," Hendro's message, clearly drawn with fear on his face.

"Okay ma'am, thanks for the information, excuse me." I pretend to believe. I'll follow Jesinta and her mother. Miss Hendro can they fool me, certainly not for me.

Arriving home is still as usual. I put the groceries in the kitchen. In the kitchen was messy, wasavel crusted to black I just clucked annoyed.

Tok to tok.

I knocked on my door again, the same as before, there was no answer. Where the two men should not be in a ghost scuff as Jesinta told the neighbors.

I went back to the front to lock the door. There is no other way to get rid of curiosity than to open the door to Mother's room. So that if the middle-aged woman had come did not catch me.

Fool I said it was presumptuous to open people's rooms. After all, they have started beating the war drums, I will serve.

Checklots.

I scanned the room. Astagfirrullah is a mess, worse than my room. I took a deep breath as I walked towards the closet. I opened the closet belonging to Mom, then researched the clothes arranged on the shelf of the closet is definitely not Mak's clothes.

I guess it must have been a middle-aged woman's shirt. Then they put away where Mom's clothes were. "Mbok Sri's room" I spoke to myself, immediately walking towards the smallest room.

I open a small closet, stored in Mother's clothes, I cry while kissing Mother's negligee, who used to wear everyday. Often used to thin.

I turned to the small bed, apparently Mother slept in this narrow place somehow since when. Evidently pillows and blankets belong to Mother who used to wear in folding here. I lay face down on the pillow sobbing to kiss Mom's sweat. But just the smell of dust that means Mother has not slept here for a long time.

"Hiks hyks. Emmaaafd..." I was crying hard. It turns out that my mother always suffered.

"Fuck you Agus! BRENGSEEEKKK..."

...Seriate....