Dowager Bohay

Sweet Martabak

Djiwa came home with a sweet martabak of chocolate cheese in hand. He deliberately bought the food to entertain the Rose who had not left the room.

Djiwa's arrival was greeted by Lily who reported directly the condition of her best friend. "Roses don't come out of the room, Mas. I just wanted to eat, not want to. Room door locked and didn't let me in."

Djiwa's forehead wrinkled. Didn't expect that the state of the rose was worse than Rendi's report.

"Indeed, who the hell came to make the rose so frightened?" Djiwa took off her work shoes and she would put them on the shoe rack in front of the Rose room. Local made shoes that Djiwa will replace when he arrives at the apartment with expensive shoes. Of course Djiwa has it on the grounds of paying for Rendi that does not fit in installments.

"Lacking to know, Mas. Roses don't want stories. I'm just gonna go looking, but I don't know who. Like a guy deh Mas, there were many motorcycle taxi drivers waiting in front. Roses are scared when they look ahead." Lily told me everything. After hearing it, Djiwa also went up to the shop upstairs.

"Try asking the Roses first, Ly. Thank you so much for taking care of the rose."

"Together, my mother."

Djiwa put her work shoes on the shoe rack. He washed his hands in the bathroom and went into their room. The 3x2.5-meter room with cream color paint contains only a spring bed mattress, a nightstand and an old wardrobe that Roses always take with them wherever they live.

Although busy selling, Roses still keep the cleanliness of the room. The floor stepped on by Djiwa is always clean, not sticky. Apparently Rose has unlocked the room, maybe forgot after going to the bathroom is not locked back.

"Assalamualaikum Bidadari Surgaku!" greet Djiwa in a friendly manner.

It was a room lamp that made the Rose squint her room because of the glare. "Do you like the dark like this? Watch out for mosquitoes!"

Djiwa sat beside the Rose who covered her face with a pillow. Gently rubbed the long hair of the Rose who if working in the kitchen is always pigtailed. The beautiful woman with the bohay body returned a hiccup. His body shook with the cry.

"What the hell is it, honey? Dong sama Mas's story. If you didn't tell me, how could you know?" The soul spills its body beside the Rose. He supported his head with his hands while the other hand hugged the body of the Rose.

Comfortable with the touch of Djiwa, the Rose turned around. His cry broke again in the chest of the field of Djiwa. Let her Rose cry until relieved while patting the Rose's back gently.

"cry. Cry until you come back strong and ready to face this cruel world." The soul waited until the Rose's cry subsided and then began to calm him down.

"You know, when you cried, Papa was always nagging me. Saying I'm a crybaby, boys don't deserve to cry. But his father Rendi carried me to the ta- (Djiwa almost called the garden) rice field behind the house and let me cry as much as possible,

Pakde said I can cry when I'm sad. Crying does not make me despicable, stealing and doing evil that makes me despicable. I will cry until I am satisfied and my voice is hoarse. After crying, I was relieved. It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from my chest,

Pakde will give me candy and teach me to be stronger. Think of the tears as sacrifices I made to fuel new courage. Are you too, not tired of crying all day? Remember, the fuel of your courage is full. Now you're gonna turn into Captain Rose, Captain America's friend!"

The rose lifted its face and looked at Dswa. His eyes were so swollen that they looked narrow. "Who is Captain America, Mas?"

As much as Djiwa's energy held back his laughter. He did not want his wife to be offended. "Captain America's one of those powerful female superheroes."

"Which is stronger than Superman?" ask the rose again.

"Hmm .. I think it's more powerful SuperDjiwa deh." Djiwa smiled mischievously. He pinched Rose's cheek and kissed her cheek gently. "Uhm .. salty! Most of the tears. Need something sweet!"

The rose could not resist the laughter of seeing Djiwa act like a model of advertising martabak bright moon. Forgetting the Rose with her fear since.

"That's dong!" Djiwa feeds the rose with a martabak in her hand. "As long as I am, I will not let you be sad and afraid. The Space Dsoul will protect you!"

The rose chews martabak that tastes sweeter because plus the flutter of her handsome husband. "Why are you home?"

"Pake nanya again, Mas hear you are sad immediately deh Mas go home. Where do you want Mas, the paradise angel sad?" The soul put the martabak in his mouth and then returned to feed the Rose.

"Not amused?" At the tip of the lips Rose looks brown attached.

Djiwa advances her lips and takes the chocolate on the lips of the Rose with a friendly kiss. "There's chocolate."

The rose is ashamed. Not once did Djiwa act sweet to her. Forgetting the Roses with suspicion on the Soul. "You take it easy, no one nags. It was just a short meeting and then Mas's office work could take him home."

The rose rejects the martabak that the Soul has given. "Udah, Mom. Lovely."

Djiwa put the martabak back on the cardboard and wiped her hands with a dry tissue. "Are you ready for the story?"

The soul drinks water in a glass on the nightstand that the Rose always provides. Djiwa gives water also to the Rose so that the story is calmer.

"I was scared, Mom."

"Why fear? Are there any fans of yours who are fussy or threaten you?"

The rose shook its head. "No. There was someone I knew."

"Who?"

"People who .. accuse me of being a murderer."

The soul stared at the rose closely. He could feel the trauma of the deeply buried Rose now rising again to the surface. "Accuse you?"

"That person was Mas Pur's friend, Mas Jamal's name. When I found Mas Pur, I was shocked because from his mouth came a lot of foam. People began to come to hear my screams and cries. Jamal came shortly. He immediately accused me of doing evil to my husband and shouted loudly. Jamal called the police for our first, instead of calling an ambulance,"

"Mas Jamal said, You killed your husband! What are you doing to him? You poison him? I'm panicking, Mas. Everyone seemed to listen to what Mas Jamal said and did not want to hear my explanation. I who was sad to lose Mas Pur was also afraid to face the anger of the citizens,"

"When I finished serving my 5-year sentence, Mas Jamal came back to me. He throws eggs and invites the citizens to antagonize me. The various swear words I received, I was even considered as a pesky carrier. Today, I saw Mas Jamal in front of the shophouse. I'm scared, Mas. If he makes my war effort crumble like he used to incite people to hate me how?"

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