BABE JADULKU

The Part 46

I didn't tell Bang Parlin why the ustaz suddenly changed, nor did he ask, nor did it feel like I was bragging, if only I was here, I could be a hero too.

Ustaz it up to a few times to call the husband, want me to check the contents of the inbox, but he did not check it too. The ustaz might not tell because of embarrassment.

"Ustaz was even though brother's friend, we grew up together, the school in the same boarding school, the difference was that he ended, brother did not," said the husband one afternoon. At that time we again walked in the afternoon while carrying the Ucok.

"Maybe he meant well, Bang, he thought maybe Amang Boru was completely abandoned," I replied later.

"Now is that okay?"

"Where's the cake, Bang?"

"Tumben is prejudiced, usually the first adek angry?"

Ah, my husband doesn't know, the ustaz I've run out of the inbox, because I'm telling him that's why he changed, apologizing to Bang Parlin. Even create a status on Facebook, the content is about praising children who struggle for parental custody, but parents instead choose you live alone.

"There's a strange thing, Dek, look at this ustaz status," said Bang Parlin. Kubaca.

(There is a family seizure, even almost a case to court, but not the seizure of property, but the seizure of parental custody, I shed tears to hear the story, he said, moreover, they are still one village with me, even still my brother. Yes, God, may my children be so, that is)

"What's so weird, Bang?" my many.

"Here, how did he know about the seizure, we never told anyone else?"

"Check her account, Bang, did anyone tell her?" I said finally. I hope my husband checks the inbox. I also want to be praised by my husband.

Shit, he's already a crock of an account, but don't check his inbox, ah, let it be, let me be a hero without merit.

Eid al-Fitr is staying soon, we will go home, according to Bang Parlin, all his family will gather. Something that rarely happens. A week before Lebaran, we had gone home, Bang Nyatan and Bang Parta were already in the village, we lived who had not come with Dame. I'm seven months pregnant. Maybe this is also true of my son's sustenance, always the way when in the womb.

The atmosphere of the fasting month in the village is completely different, there are no stalls that are open at all, unlike in the city that there are still many stalls covered in curtains. Here, no one opens.

While in the village, Bang Nyatan's wife became our main chef, Kak Sofie and I and Rina just helped, all of which was done to please the father-in-law who only likes to eat Angkola cuisine.

"This is a goldfish, find balakka skin first let us cook our holat," said Bang Nyatan one morning, he just returned from the market.

Bang Parlin immediately stood up and took the machete, I asked to come along because I was curious what balakka, why was the skin taken?

We walked some distance too, until we met the trunk of the balakka tree.

"It's a tree only in this area" said Bang Parlin.

"Ah, where is it possible, Bang," I replied. It seemed impossible that trees only existed in this area, while the world was vast.

"Indeed, Dek, asked Bang Nyatan, he was far away, but this fruit is only here" said Bang Parlin as he sliced through the bark of the tree.

"I want the fruit, Bang," I said, pointing up. The green fruit that resembled wine seemed to be delicious.

"It does not feel good, Dek, first it feels cheesy, long-time sweet, after we eat it, we drink water, the taste of water is also sweet.

"Ah, no way, Bang," I said in disbelief. Come to think of where there is such fruit, eaten chelates, long-sweet, is it possible that the taste of chelates can turn sweet without being given sugar? I want to feel the fruit, I happen to not fast because I am pregnant.

Bang Parlin then climbed the tree, he was like an expert in climbing this. In an instant he had reached the top, picked up a single stalk of fruit and dropped it. I swiftly caught it.

And it turns out that balakka tree bark is for cooking spices. Strange indeed.

Open fast arrived, eat with a large family using goldfish holat. It was delicious, I ate more.

The day before Eid al-Fitr, unexpectedly my sister came, Risda and her husband came, the more crowded the house-in-law.

There was a very moving pageant event, all gathered in the living room. First we wives greet each other's husbands. Just cheering up the old man. Experiencing many rules also turned out. Dame salim to us and the other brother. We just salim to Abang Parta, and Bang Parta to Bang Nyatan. Must be in order. The old sitting the young experienced and salim. I got scolded for touching Rina. He should have saluted me.

When my brother stood with his wife to pray to Bang Nyatan, Bang Nyatan did not receive my sister's hand." Later" said Bang Nyatan. What's the matter? My sister continued to salim to Bang Party, Bang Parta also refused, I felt bad, what because my sister is not a member of this family.

Arriving at Bang Parlin, Yes, Allah, Bang Parlin refused, he hid his hands behind his back. What's the matter? My sister was so embarrassed, she went back to her seat.

My father-in-law then told my sister to sit in the middle, on the nicest mat, I was more surprised only one by one Bang Nyatan, and Bang Parta came to my sister, and greeted and apologized, bang Parlin and Dame.

"Wait, why should he, he greetings you do not receive, continue to apologize, he's my brother, still older brother all of him, naturally he greetings to you," I can't stand my sister being treated that way.

"Are you Parlin?" bang Nyatan. Lo, even the scolded Bang Parlin?

"Explain the same Nia, Parlin," said Bang Parta.

"Sir, you're embarrassing, you've often said, the wife's male family is a very respected person in our customs, Mora's position in custom, and so on, It is we who come and greetings, not him. He has to sit in the middle, the best place, not go to the kitchen, not work, we go to him and apologize, not the other way around, even if he's young, Mora is still Mora, he's your parent's replacement, a person we respect a lot" Bang Parlin said at length.

Duh, my shame, has already been described Bang Parlin, I am still confused as well, it turns out that greetings on holidays there are customs. I saw my sister, she shed tears.

We had breakfast together, buffalo meat side dishes, something was kicked, something was souped up. After that began to arrive guests, our guests seemed to be inexhaustible, there were only those who came, every one who came, Children will get money from Bang Nyatan, Bang Parta and my husband. This may be the cause of many guests.

"If we're rich our brothers will be many, it's an unwritten law in society, a patient yes," said Father-in-law when I was tired of drinking for guests.

What my father-in-law said is true, not only in the village, even in the city like that, if we are rich many ngaku brother, our turn is difficult, brother ngaku not know.

A guest came again, the berlobe man came and immediately salim to Father-in-law, new to his children.

"Where is Parlin's house?* Ask the man. All eyes are looking at me.

"Thank you, Ito, Ito opened my eyes, thankfully there was Ito, otherwise I would have sinned even more, my intention to wake you up, it was me who was made aware of the mistake" said the lobe man.

I knew right away, this is the village ustadz, which I climbed through the inbox, Kulrik Bang Parlin, he looked back at me.

"Sama-sama, but my name is Nia, not Ito" I said. Actually I know Ito's a call said hello, I'm just still upset at this ustaz.

"What's this?" ask Bang Parta.

"This inbox sent me, the writing was a bit rough, but I was devastated, and immediately realized my mistake, apologizing to you," the man replied.

"Oh, I see, even if the kekunung can also be a hero yes, the real hero, who did not say his services," said Bang Parlin.

Compliments and insults. I've been a hero, but still called Nunung. Fate ...

*continue nung... uh, niyet....*