Women's Love Awareness
Chapter 13

Alinda still lowered her face deeply. The Aunt with the Uncle was still nearby.

"You better think again, Neng. If Mamang advice anyway .. do not sell the house relics of the late father and mother Neng. It is the legacy of the deceased parents of Neng Alin. So, it is also unethical if Neng sells the house," said Mang Agus full of emphasis.

Alinda nodded in understanding. He also kept thinking about what he should do. While now he really wants to help Aunt's finances with his Uncle.

"Alin is also confused, Mang, Bi. But, Alin only wanted to help Mamang and Bibi. Alin wants to use the money from the sale of the house for business capital" said Alinda full explanation.

Bi Herni and Mang Agus looked at each other. Honestly, they had never thought of this before. Because the house of the father and his mother Alinda was indeed for Alinda later when she was married. Regardless of whether used or not, it is clear that the house should not be sold and fall into the hands of others.

"Yes Allah. Aunty really salutes Neng. But don't bother, yeah. Neng Alin tea has become the responsibility of Bibi and Mamang. So, no matter what happens, we are ready to breed Neng Alin's life. In the past, when Neng Alin's father and mother were still alive, they often helped us. So now is the time for us to help them" Bi Herni said gently but firmly.

Alinda mustard sign understand. He returned to tears in sadness. Remember the father with the mother who loved him very much.

"What your aunt said, Neng. We're really okay. Don't think too much, yeah. Just live the life of Neng Alin as it should be," Mang Agus timpal confirmed his wife's remarks.

"But ... Alin also does not feel good if you continue to bother Bibi with Mamang," said Alinda with a trembling voice.

Bi Herni gently rubbed the back of his nephew. "Don't talk like that, Neng. Auntie with Mamang really did not feel bothered or burdened. After all, Allah always provides us with sustenance through any path. As Neng Alin knows, Mamang currently takes care of rice fields owned by Abah Haji Muhajir. In addition, Bibi also works in the garden owned by the late Dedy Sanjaya. So, Neng Alin take it easy, yeah. In Shaa Allah, Allah will always give us a blessed sustenance" he said full of explanation. Hope his nephew is not discouraged anymore.

Alinda remained silent and did not answer immediately. Although his Aunt and Uncle claimed not to be hassled and burdened, but still he felt bad.

"Oh yeah, where was Neng Alin bobo tea last night? Mamang and Bibi teh nyariin everywhere, but Neng Alin did not meet me," asked Mang Agus who now began to shift the conversation.

Alinda took a deep breath and threw it away slowly. "Alin bobo...." He seemed hesitant to talk. Worried that the Aunt with the Uncle would forbid her to sleep there again.

"Where, Neng? But the tea neng is safe, right, Bobonya?" tanya Bi Herni urged. He was really curious.

Alinda nodded. "Thank God be safe, Bi. Alin still has protection from Allah" he replied calmly and casually.

Bi Herni and Mang Agus were still waiting for Alinda's answer where she slept. Alinda herself is confused whether to answer what is not necessary.

"What am I supposed to say? Should I answer sleep where? I'm afraid Bibi and Mamang will be angry and can-can not make me sleep there again," Alinda said in her heart.

"Neng," called Bi Herni who managed to make Alinda have to leave her daydream.

"Ah yes, Bi?" alinda was half shocked.

Alinda nodded. "Alin bobo in the gubug near the river, Bi," he answered which succeeded in making Bi Herni and Mang Agus gasp in shock.

"Whataaa???"

Bi Herni and Mang Agus seemed to round their eyes full. Maybe even almost rolled to the floor so shocked.

Alinda nodded. He had thought that Aunt with her Uncle must be surprised to hear the answer.

"Oh Allah, Neng. Why is bobo there? Neng did not know that the gubug was a former suicidal person? That's a haunted hut, Neng. Is Neng not afraid?" sosor Bi Herni who looked shocked was not playing.

Bi Herni itself is very parno every time through the gubug. Even in the afternoon or evening, he still feels parno and goosebumps. Maybe because the gubug was a former suicidal man.

Alinda seemed to round her eyes full. Of course he did not know about the club. For all he knows, the gubug was the former place of deliberation of the villagers every time there will be an event or other interest.

"Well! Former people commit suicide? That's right, Bi!?" Alinda looked shocked and instantly she had goosebumps right then and there. Yeah, even though last night he didn't see anything on that hut.

"Yes, in that cave a few years ago someone committed suicide. The news of the suicide is uncertain, however. It could be that the person was killed somewhere else, but it was probably dumped in the dugout. Because, there is no evidence and characteristics if the person has committed suicide there," said Mang Agus explained.

"Astagfirullah. So, that's why that still good gubug is not used anymore?" ask Alinda.

Bi Herni and Mang Agus nodded.

"Yes. We citizens are frightened and consider the gubug as a haunted hut. So, it was forced that the gubug was no longer used," Mang Agus replied clearly.

Alinda shook her head half unexpectedly. Last night he slept in a hut that was considered haunted by the residents there. But he himself did not feel the haunted air or mystical air there.

"It may just be the fear of the people. There's really nothing there. Alin last night felt calm and warm to be there until dawn," said Alinda explained.

"really so? But Bibi mah was afraid since there was an incident of people dying who he said killed themselves," said Bi Herni while shivering in horror.

Alinda smiled. "That's just Aunt's suggestion. There's really nothing, really. Even after this Alin will continue to fill the jar for rest and companionship with Allah. Unfortunately, gubug is as comfortable as it is left. Meningan geh Alin used to read the holy verse of the Quran and read sholawat," he said at length. He seemed absolutely convinced and agreed that it would make the gubug his place of worship.

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