My Mother's Tears
Part 88 Suspicion
One month or so Maryati was sick, but no one knew about her illness, because she was trying to hide it from everyone.
“Any, when it has been a month more, I planted the drug in front of his house, but why does Mom look mediocre? even he can go to the market and anywhere as he pleases,” asked Rijal in surprise.
That morning Rijal saw Maryati come out of her house using a scarf that covered her neck, so that the disease suffered by Maryati was not seen at all.
Out of curiosity, Rijal told Leni to look at her mother's condition. Leni felt a little surprised, because all this time her mother looked fine.
“Indeed why with Mom Bang?”
“No, I saw Mom's neck wrapped in a scarf, your mom's neck why?”
“I don't know, but I haven't seen anything all this time.”
“You're sure your mom is all right?”
“Just this afternoon I went to Mom's house, I don't seem okay.”
“O yes?”
Hearing his wife's confession, Rijal was surprised, why the exhaust he planted in front of the house did not cause any effect on Maryati.
Curious about what he had seen, the next day, Rijal returned to the shaman's house.
“You're sure, if the eggs you planted in your mother's house, fail?”
“True Sir. Even my mother can walk around here and there.”
“I may not fail, because all this time, my teluh always succeed.”
“If you do not believe, you can see for yourself to his home.”
“Ndon't need. Now look at it, what if you yourself pay attention to it every chance, because I'm so sure, the well you planted it has hit your mother.”
“But why does my mother-in-law look mediocre?”
“This makes me wonder.”
“Then, how is the decision Sir?”
“Wait a minute, let me see first,” said the shaman, while kamat kamit read a spell.
Rijal watched closely what the shaman was doing, he was like he was looking at the house that had been planted by his mouth, he was like, at that time the shaman also saw Maryati stepping over the potion several times.
“Where Sir?” rijal asked impatiently, when he saw the shaman opened his eyes.
“Currently, your mother is sick Rijal.”
“What pain?”
“He does look mediocre, but the mouth you planted has hit his body.”
“Ooo, so.”
“Try you checked in a few days, who knows you got information from people close to your Mother-in-law.”
When the shaman spoke, Rijal remembered Anisa, the girl who was always there for her mother. At that time Rijal began to be happy, because his intention to dig a description will be carried out easily.
That night Rijal planned to visit Maryati's house, but because the rain was so heavy, Rijal also undo his intentions. The next day, Maryati met someone, who people said, she could treat an illness.
During the day when Rijal went to work, Maryati with Nisa came to the man's house, the old man was named Pendi, he was already used to treat sick people and the results of treatment rarely missed.
“Tok, tock, tock! Assalamu’alaikum,” said Nisa from the outside.
“Wa’alaikum salam,” replied Rika Pendi's wife, while rushing to open the door.
After the door opened wide, Maryati and Nisa seemed to smile kindly, while greeting Rika.
“Eh, there's Yati with Nisa!”
“Iya Bu.”
“Mari please log in!” take Rika while accompanying the two to go inside.
“Eh, Yati, what's up? not usually?”
“This is Sir,” Maryati replied while removing the scarf that covered her neck.
How shocked Pendi and Rika were when Maryati took off the scarf that wrapped her neck.
“Your neck why Yati?” ask Pendi to know.
“At first itches, but over time festering and rotting, probably due to scratching, Mr.”
“Try a little closer,” said Pendi while clearly seeing the disease suffered by Maryati.
Because the orders of the Maryati Pendi sat right in front of the old man, using a flashlight, he saw clearly what disease Maryati suffered.
“It looks like someone has done evil to you Yati.”
“Iya.”
“But, who has sent him sir, it feels like all this time I have never been hostile to people.”
“She is not a distant person, Yati.”
“Means he's someone close to me?”
Hearing Maryati's question, Pendi did not answer it, while Maryati continued to think who had the heart to do such an evil to her.
Shortly after, Pendi went to the kitchen, while Maryati and Nisa remained seated in the living room together with Rika.
“Unfortunately this is a long time ago Yati?” ask Rika to Maryati.
“Udah Mom, it's been over a month, but it's not healing either.”
“You know when?”
“If not wrong, the itching appears during the day, since then, never stop, Bu.”
“Maybe you're right, you got someone.”
“Why yes, people are so willing to do all that to me, even though I have no enemies at all.”
“That enemy has never seen Yati, sometimes he is like a friend who always supports everything we do, but he even stabs us from behind.”
“Iya Bu,” Maryati replied briefly.
When the two of them exchanged thoughts, then Pendi came while carrying something in his hand. The eyes of the two of them were instantly sidetracked.
“Yati.”
“Iya Pak.”
“This is a medicine that Mr. conic for you, you apply this water to your neck upon arrival at home later, then the rest of the water you throw right in front of the entrance of your house.”
“Good Sir.”
“Let's be at about one o'clock at night, you get out of your house.”
“why Pak.”
“Because it was planted right in front of your house.”
“Yes Allah, is it really Sir?”
“Iya. Later after you come out, you see on your left, you will find a rather large stone, then you lift the stone and dig the land there.”
“Good Sir.”
“Remember, whatever you find later, take it with your left hand and burn.”
“Good Sir.”
“Well now go home, do as I tell you.”
“Good Sir. Then, we'll excuse you.”
“Iya, please.”
“We'll excuse you first, ma'am,” Maryati told Rika.
“Yes, be careful on the road.”
“Alright, thanks. Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Wa’alaikum salam,” replied Pendi and Rika simultaneously.
After Maryati left, Rika was eager to find out who had done all that.
“Who did it anyway Sir?”
“Holy daughter-in-law herself.”
“Yes Allah, Mr seriously?”
“Iya Ma'am. Rijal who has done it.”
“Why did Rijal so bear to his own mother-in-law huh?”
“There must be an unresolved issue between the two of them.”
“Ooo, so yes.”
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