Dowager Bohay

Rose Story

Since leaving the hometown where he was born and raised, Rose is determined to bury his dark past. Roses won't tell anyone about their past. The rose will lock and bury the meeting of her past disgrace.

All his determination was now forgotten, just because he saw the eyes of Djiwa who so sincerely praised him. As if he was a kind-hearted angel, not a former patient who had been languishing behind bars for five years.

The rose does not want the soul to see it too well. He doesn't feel that good. The rose does not feel that perfect. He has a dark past and a handsome and clever soul does not deserve a woman as despicable as him.

"Jail? Why are you in prison?" Djiwa is not afraid and runs away like the villagers did when they saw her coming out of the house with her hands cuffed and flanked by two creepy-faced policemen. Djiwa even wondered what reason made him go to prison.

"Mas not afraid?" ask Roses.

"Fearful? Why should I be afraid?" ask back Djiwa.

"I just told you I'm an ex-narapida, Mas. Usually when I say something like that, everyone gets scared and shies away. Why is Mas Djiwa even curious?" ask the rose in a bit of confusion.

"In me now, there is more curiosity than fear. Can you tell me what caused you to go to jail?" The face of Djiwa has now turned serious. While waiting for the results of the investigation Rendi, Djiwa want to know the real events directly from the mouth of the Rose.

The rose put an empty bowl of meatballs on the edge and drank mineral water. Roses feel like souls are different from others. The soul does not run away, he shows his interest as if he wants to know the past of the Rose more deeply.

"All because I was accused of murdering my husband, Mas Purnomo."

Djiwa pretended to be surprised when he already knew what caused the Rose to prison, even Djiwa was investigating what he thought was strange. "Kill your husband?"

Roses nodded. "As Mas Djiwa knows, I am a widow. Me and Mas Purnomo have not been married long. Mas Purnomo was a good and honest man. He is a diligent farmer, similar to Mas Djiwa?"

"It's similar, I'm a successful businessman!" inner Djiwa. "I'm more handsome and cool than your ex-husband!" Djiwa does not like himself to be equated with Purnomo, Djiwa feels he is much greater.

The rose continues its story. "Mas Purnomo and I haven't been married for a month. We were still newlyweds drunk in love back then. Before we got married, we dated for a year. No problems happened, everything was fine until our wedding went well. But two weeks after marriage, Mas Purnomo looked somewhat different, as if there was a heavy burden to bear."

"Heavy load? Got a lot of debt?" ask Djiwa. Hearing the name of another man called by the Rose, Djiwa felt dislike.

"Mas Purnomo is indeed only a farmer, but Mas Pur is a fairly successful farmer. Mas Pur even got a lot of profit when selling his crops to Jakarta. Mas Pur also bought me a gold necklace. Unfortunately, Mas Pur begins to often delirious during sleep, "the story of the Rose.

"Delirious? What delirious?"

"Mas Pur said, I didn't see anything. I don't know. Always just like that and waking up with a cold sweat on his forehead."

"You didn't ask why your husband had such a dream?" tanya Djiwa was curious. Djiwa believes this has something to do with the death of Rose's husband.

"Mas Pur never answered. Even Mas Pur said that it was just his sleeping flowers. How can I believe that he's always delirious like that? Mas Pur also turned more moody and looked more cautious. The door of the house was locked tightly when we were at home, even Mas Pur to check it many times and make sure the house was locked at night."

"Are you suspicious anyway? You're not your husband, does he have enemies?" ask Djiwa again.

The rose shook its head. "I didn't ask. I think Mas Pur is afraid that the necklace given to me will be robbed of people because that's why he locked the door."

The soul sighed in hearing the answer of such an innocent Rose. It was obvious her husband was terrified of something but Roses thought he was afraid of being robbed. The thought of the beautiful woman in front of him.

"Mas Pur always asked me to cook for him. Mas Pur just wants to eat my food, not if I buy food outside" said Roses.

"You're not suspicious either?" tanya Djiwa who began to be anxious with the innocence of the Rose.

The rose shook its head. "I never asked, but after I went to jail I regret not asking why Mas Pur did such strange things."

"It turns out true, prison makes Roses braver and smarter .. a little bit," inner Djiwa.

"You should be suspicious. From your story alone I can conclude that there is something hidden by your husband" said Djiwa.

"Yes. That's my stupidity, Mom."

"Until now it's still stupid anyway," Inner Djiwa.

"Then what next?" Djiwa deliberately asked that the Rose not tell his romantic life to Djiwa. Go straight to the important point.

"Me and Mas Pur often eat together. I always supply Mas Pur with my cooking and the afternoon Mas Pur come home to eat. At first nothing happened, but a few days before the incident Mas Pur always asked me to bring food and we would eat together in the dangau. We consider it a date during the day."

"You?" ask Djiwa.

"Hub, Mas Djiwa doesn't know?" ask the Rose wonder.

"Oh, shack. Different terms only each region," said Djiwa reasoned when he knows such terms.

"On the day Mas Pur was gone, I brought Mas Pur rantang with lunch that I cooked myself. I'm looking for Mas Pur's whereabouts but none. I finally found Mas Pur but ...." Roses hang their stories and cry.

Djiwa gives the Rose a tissue and calms her down. "If you can't continue the story because it's too heavy, don't do it."

The rose shook its head. He took a tissue and wiped his tears. He also returned to telling stories. "I can continue."

"How was your husband when he was found?" ask Djiwa.

"Mas Pur is no longer alive. Out of his mouth came a foam with pale lips," replied the Rose.

"That's poisoning" murmured Djiwa but could Rose hear.

"I didn't know that time. Unfortunately at that time Mas Pur was eating my breakfast. I was accused of being the killer, but I also ate the breakfast I made and I was fine."

"You didn't defend yourself in court?" ask Djiwa.

"Well, who would believe a poor man like me? I don't know what happened, but I'm to blame. Losing a husband, a mother who fell ill and died and was expelled from her own hometown. Too bad is not my fate? Djiwa isn't afraid to be around women like me?" ask the rose with resignation. Does Djiwa still want to be with him?

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