Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 53

Mother proved her words contact Om Margono Mother's younger brother in the village. I asked Om to send a barn bulb. Three days later, Om had come to transport the tubers in a Pick Up car.

"Are you sure you want this baroque production?" Ask Om Margono. Lifting the Bulbs that still have stems.

"Remain Om, God willing, pray well, Om." My answer is optimistic

"Aamiin..."

In my spirit I lowered the tubers from the car, then helped Om with Mother peeling ridge for a full day, including slicing with the cutting machine I just bought. This business certainly does not spend a lot of capital, only buy a cutting machine, and seasoning to produce thin pieces.

Gadung that has been cut I soak with salt so that the cyanide poison contained in it is lost and safe for consumption. The processing of shackles is a bit long because in addition to soaking up to several days also dry to dry. This is the reason the residents of Gunungkidul are not painstakingly processing.

While waiting for the process more or less a week. I made potato chips and cassava that I bought at the market. Of course, buying also packaging tools like modern packaging to attract consumers.

"Mom, better get some rest, let me do it all." I said. I feel sorry for Mom, for a week busy helping out.

"No Le, I love doing this, so there's a rush. Mother is also happy, with your own efforts our time so much," said Mother seemed happy.

"Then, this trade you want to market to Le?" Ask Mom.

"The first step is to go to the shops, ma'am. Second, we use our garage for sales. And third, I also want an online promotion." My answer. The garage of this house is still empty just to store the motorbike, there is no harm in me using it to display dry food.

By saying "bismillah" I began to pack my own homemade products with attractive packaging, to be liked by all people, including children. This chip I made with various flavors, do not forget also I named "Gadung Alas" which means in Javanese. Gadung comes from the forest.

Of course before marketing food register a distribution permit to BPOM first, for an official sign that the products I make are quality and meet nutritional standards for children.

"Mom, I'm going to Mak Ningrum's house huh," Pamitku after all is done, I'll deliver these chips for Mom to taste.

"Yes Le, say hi to Ningrum" Mother's message from the kitchen.

"Good Mom." I answered, pulling the motor out and then left for the hospital, as well as visiting Ratri. Remember Ratri's been a month since he's been in a coma. I don't know when it'll be like this. Every visit Ratri I hide, certainly do not want to be caught Daniswara. Not because I dare not face Daniswara. Of course because I don't want to fuss and choose cooperation with Mak Ningrum. If you're already in the hospital, I'd better delay.

Arriving on the third floor, where Ratri and Pak Agus were treated, I visited Ratri first. I crouched down holding her hand looking thin and wrinkled. O Allah, I do not have the heart to say so sad the fate of Ratri.

"Ratri.... I come, when do you want to get up and smile for me?" I asked him to talk. "You don't pity Mother Ningrum? Beliu wants the one-on-one daughter to wake up soon and hug her"

Again tears were shed at the end of his eyes. After I removed it with my index finger, I moved on. I can't stay here for long, worried that you're coming and driving me away. Immediately I opened the door faintly hearing the male chatter from the waiting room.

"Sorry Mr. Daniswara, I was forced to call off this match, because your daughter is not conscious either." Said Mr. Bhanu, papa Hendri, as I eavesdropped on their conversation more closely.

"I can't force Mr. Bhanu." Reply Mr. Daniswara short.

"Papa, it can't be, I love Ratri," Sela Hendri.

"No Hen, many healthy women out there do you want to wait until when? Until ramhut you gray hair?!" Mama Hendri's.

The old man and the boy were quarreling alone, while Mr. Daniswara did not interfere at all. Immediately I slipped, looking for a way to avoid being seen by them.

Alhamdulillah.I escaped the attention of the Master, then went into the ward of Mr. Agus. Apparently Mr. Agus already looks fresh, and is well dressed.

"Assynoltom..."

"Valaydreams..."

"Alhamdulillah...." My answer is happy.

"Thank you, Son Arga, always bother you" said Mr. Agus looking unwell.

"Don't think of it Mr. Agus. Hopefully after some bad events that have happened to your family, tomorrow will not happen again" My prayer.

"Hopefully so, son, although we are still worried, in fact Arin has not been arrested," replied Mr. Agus restless.

"Sorry Mr. Agus, lately I have been busy so I did not have time to help you," I replied.

"It's okay, son, it's not your authority, hopefully, the police will catch Arin immediately." Connect Mom.

"Then what is your business plan?" Ask Mom to divert.

"Alhamdulillah Ma'am, the first production has been successful, you can try." I handed you a plastic bag.

Mother took out the contents, after looking at the packaging then opened and tasted.

"Good boy, tomorrow... Mom wants to help you sell your products in front of the house." Said Mom enthusiastically while chewing, sharing with Pak Agus.

"Then I order a taxi first." My initiative, without Mom asking to book a taxi online immediately.

"Thank you Ga, I do not have a mobile phone, has been destroyed Arin has not had time to serve," complained Mother.

"Later I will bring to the place of service, ma'am" I replied. My mom gave me a phone without glass.

"Let me help, Mom." I helped Mom with the bag, out of the ward. Arriving in front of the ward of Mr. Agus, I met the person I wanted to avoid.

"Good day sir" Sweep as if nothing had happened.

"Jiang." Answer's short. Mr. Daniswara is now alone, somewhere Mrs Banuwati, but usually can not be separated from his arm except to the office.

"Gus, let it be between my drivers" he said, without caring for me.

"No sir, Arga has ordered a taxi." Answer Mr. Agus. While Mak Ningrum is silent a thousand languages.

"Yes already." He answered and pushed the elevator button somewhere. I could only look at Daniswara's shoulder. Not expecting, if Daniswara would turn out like this. In fact, for decades with him, he was a good and compassionate person. I just hope there'll be a rainbow after the rainstorm.

"Rum, I want to visit Ratri first" said Mr. Agus.

"Come on." Ningrum replied, pushing Mr. Agus, I followed from behind.

"Ratrie..." Mom's shriek, sounded from outside, as Mak Ningrum entered first.

"Why is Ratri Ga?" Ask Mr. Agus to panic.

"Sir waited here first." My advice, because we can only enter two people. With a feeling of wonder, what is with Ratri, I caught up with Mother. I'm afraid that if my dream came true a month ago, Ratri died.

...~Connect~...