BABE JADULKU

Season 2 Part 9

...* My dear (not ) Jadulku*...

What happened to Naduma Sari? why many people of the same name, ranging from cousins Father-in-law, our son, even Rara was named, now we meet a daughter named Naduma Sari.

"Could you tell me how you got married to our father, without us knowing, since when did you get married, how much, where do you live?" ask Bang Parlin.

"Look Parlin, Parlindungan Siregar, actually I don't need a confession, I'm happy with your father, that's enough for me" said the mother.

"Look, ma'am, if it's true we'll give Mother the right, which is one-eighth of our father's estate" said Bang Parlin again.

"I told you, Pain, I don't need your confessions, but I've been kept a secret all this time, but if you want to know too, here's the story," said the mother, she stopped the story for a moment, fix the seating.

We curious children and daughters-in-law sat around the mother.

"I'm not gonna tell lies, this is witness, your father's grave is here, too,"

"Yes, ma'am, we believe it" I said later.

"It's actually not a secret, it's just a secret from you, it's your father's request, some people in the village know. We live near Parlin's garden, once a week your father comes. In the village, everyone knows. We were married when this Parlin was looking for a worker in your garden. I'm a widow who came to apply for a job, your father actually proposed to me to be his wife. Though our age is much different, I am only thirty-three, your father is already in his fifties. We were married in our village, at that time Parlin was taking care of his adopted son who wanted to enter the boarding school. Some old employees also know, somehow you don't know. No one dared to tell you. When he was sick, I also came to visit, I suggested that your father stay in the village when he was sick, I want to take care of your father in his sick time. I also heard that you guys were fighting to take care of your father, I'm sorry, I was the one who won. While in the village, I eat your father every day, I cook for your father, you know your father is very picky when it comes to food." The mother told me, we listened carefully.

"But we're catering?" tanyaku later.

I remember very well, when my Father-in-law was sick, there was always catering between meals for my father.

"Yes, this is the fate of the secret wife, I'm the cook, the shopping money is given to me, the caterer counts, even though I cook for my own husband," said the mother, she began to cry.

"Alright, we believe, we will give Mother the right, and our sister we will bear the cost of her school," said Bang Parlin.

"Actually, when your father was sick he gave me my due, but if you want to thank me, I accept, and thank you for paying for your sister's school, your father's message, please, after SD, he went to the boarding school," said the mother again.

It turns out that the father-in-law is not very innocent, he married again without the knowledge of his son. Naturally, he was still healthy at the time.

It was finally revealed that, right said the mother, some of the brothers in the village knew the marriage. We also counted the treasures of the father-in-law and one-eighth of them were given to the mother.

"This Parlin has always had a good feeling, he took the pilgrimage because there are secrets that want to be revealed" said Bang Nyatan.

"Yes, we finally feel we also have a sister-in-law" said Sofie.

Our holidays in the village are actually more spent in the rice fields and rivers. Eating in the fields was delicious. We flock to the rice fields for the neighboring rice harvest. It turns out that in this village there is a tradition if the harvest will eat in crowds. We all went along, until it didn't fit in the rice field hut. Cork fish are sought after by Bang Parlin and Dame.

"Where are we going?" ask Bang Parta.

"Go home, Bang, the holidays are over" replied Bang Parlin.

Before each of us went home, we held the last party, the durian party. I did not like durian fruit, but because everyone ate, I ended up eating it too.

We finally separated, Bang Parta went with Dame to Pekanbaru to take a plane to Kalimantan. Bang Nyatan returned to Jambi. We returned to the field. Taking the bus was our choice.

There was a funny incident when on the bus, somehow I got drunk this time, but it was far away. Before returning home we did eat using chicken rendang kampung, previously had a durian party. Maybe the accumulation of food was all my body became sick. Many times I want to throw the wind, I try to hold it because of embarrassment.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I let out too, along with the loud sound of the bus horn. Relieved, no one knew I was throwing away the wind. But the smell is very stinky. The smell of durian.

The whole bus was in a frenzy, while Bang Parlin and the Ucok slept. The passengers are excited, they accuse each other, I'm ashamed to admit.

The bus kept going, my stomach just got sicker, the wind continued, fortunately also noiseless. So I'm safe. But the smell is getting stuck in the nose. The air-conditioned bus is stuffy, there is no wind coming out, the windows cannot be opened. Finally the smell made people protest one bus to the driver.

The bus stopped, the driver made an appeal.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, we ask passengers carrying joruk or sambalt tempoyak material to throw it away, for our comfort together" said the driver.

I pretended to sleep, funny as well, the driver thought there was a joruk, even though I threw away the wind. To confess of course I'm ashamed.

"What's wrong?" Bang Parlin is awake.

The bus driver repeated his announcement, Bang Parlin pretended to be a hero, he picked up the bus ticket.

"Look at this bus ride regulation, it is written here that durian fruit is prohibited," said Bang Parlin.

Duh, how is this, all thought it was rotten durian, even though I farted. No one wants me, of course no one. Finally, the bus kernet checked the passengers' luggage one by one, no one carried the durian meat.

The bus finally runs, the Ucok same Butet is not disturbed too, they are still asleep. I also tried to sleep after applying the balm to my stomach.

By dawn, my stomach felt bloated again I finally couldn't stand it, I whispered to Bang Parlin what happened to me. He just laughed.

"Sir, you poisoned one bus" said Bang Parlin.

Finally Bang Parlin confessed to the driver, I was embarrassed, the bus stopped in front of a clinic. We got off for treatment, the bus left.

"We're left behind, Bang," our protest.

"Yes, Dek, the brother who told me, instead of one uncomfortable bus, we gave in, and you have to seek treatment" said Bang Parlin.

It turned out that we were already in Siantar, after finishing treatment, Bang Parlin actually invited us to continue the holiday in Siantar. Rest until noon, I feel better. Bang Parlin took us on a rickshaw ride. Motorized tricycles whose motorcycles are big relics of the Dutch era. Around the city of Siantar and continue to the zoo Siantar si Ucok very happy.

"Because of my stomach ache, we go for a walk again" said the cheerful Ucok.

"Your boy needs a picnic, Cok, let him not poison a bus" said Bang Parlin.

Kubalas with a pinch on Bang Parlin's stomach.

In the afternoon we went back to Medan.

* Turns out healing was tired 🤭, yuk we continue well see their excitement 😉*