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DTPH 98: Pusara
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"Thank you very much Ma'am has been keeping Citra for these three days."
Wearing a home negligee, two women who are the wives of the handsome widows of today seem to be busy doing activities in the kitchen. Although only wearing a home-based negligee but in no way dampen the charm that exists in both of them. The two women still look beautiful even though they only dress in simple clothes.
Jenar did not forget to thank Mara who had the initiative to invite Citra for a vacation. It was on the initiative of Mara that made her have time to honeymoon with her husband. No wonder after returning from Ancol, he expressed his gratitude.
"Jen Equally. It has all been my duty so that you and Vishnu mas can quality time, hopefully it can soon produce results yes."
"Aamiin Ma'am, hopefully."
Mara who was struggling with a piece of beef that would be used as rendang suddenly stopped its activities. He linked his gaze towards Jenar who was busy grating coconuts.
"Eh, should I call you, Jen? You are the wife of Vishnu mas, automatically you are my brother-in-law right? So I should have called you madam."
Jenar only smiled faintly at Mara's words. It turned out that the wife of the God was still confused about the call.
"Call me Just call me Ma'am, after all older than Mara than I am. Although my position is sister-in-law but for the age remains older mbak Mara. If I call Mbak Mara by the name of Mara alone or with 'dik', yes I also call mas Dewa by name only or with 'dik' anyway? Sounds funny know Mommy."
"Hahaha, that's right, Jen. But I was surprised by the two brothers. Both of them have the same taste. We both like young leaves. The distance we age with our husbands is far from Jen. Me and the Lord seventeen years, while you are with Vishnu twenty-one years."
Jenar could also only laugh at Mara's words. Until now, she is still a little unbelieving in finally being able to become the wife of Vishnu.
"I also don't understand why I fell in love with Vishnu, Ma'am. Although both ages are both old, but they still look young huh Ma'am? Does Mara know what's the secret behind their youthful faces?"
Mara's eyes looked bright. Suddenly the shadow of a person flashed through his mind. Someone who has been gone for a long time now must have found the best place in the Lord's side.
"Maybe it's a derivative of the late oma, Jen. Oma Widuri is also like that, even though she has entered the age of twilight, but she also still looks young and beautiful."
The jenar who listened to Mara's words only nodded her head. He also remembered a picture that was displayed in the husband's room. A photo of a woman who still looks so beautiful in her twilight years.
"Yes Ma'am, although I have never seen the late oma Widuri directly, I can feel she is a very good person. And her kindness was emanated through her beautiful face."
Mara nodded, confirming what Jenar had said. "That's right Jen. Oma Widuri is the best woman after my real mother. With anyone he was always nice. No wonder anyone who knows him feels comfort. And, it is because of the youth's kindness that brings me closer to the Lord, when we have separated due to a misunderstanding."
"Aahhhh .. Is it really like that? I'd love to visit oma's grave, ma'am."
"You take it easy, Jen. Me and the Lord already have plans to visit the grave of oma, this afternoon. I don't think there's any harm to you and Vishnu come too. Oma will definitely be very happy the arrival of her new daughter-in-law's granddaughter."
"Okay Ma'am, I'll be coming to the tomb in the afternoon."
The two women resumed their cooking activities. One by one all the ingredients they put in the pot. The savory aroma of coconut milk and the delicious aroma of rendang seasoning began to pour out. That certainly makes anyone can not wait to enjoy it immediately.
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The wind blew violently caressing the petals of frangipani flowers. Making it fall adorn a mound of land that is only decorated with a tombstone. A mound of land that was the last 'house' of a noble woman who was so good with her fellow man. There is nothing in the memory of those around him, other than the good he has done.
The petals of frangipani flowers are like a natural decoration. Without sprinkled with sprinkling flowers, the last 'house' of oma Widuri always looks beautiful with a cluster of petals from Cambodian trees that shade it. The petals of the flower are like the kindness that was once done by the oma Widuri. Although she is now dead, the beauty and goodness of the woman will not fade from the memory of those who have been around her.
"Oma, today the Gods and small families of Gods came to visit Oma. Look at this granddaughter-in-law of oma, she is still beautiful isn't she? And look at this great-granddaughter of oma. The more days he gets handsome exactly like his papa, oma."
The god crouched beside the navel of oma Widuri. God is still God. Under any circumstances, the man still took the time to be proud of the good looks he had. An atmosphere that should be filled with deep novelty, it turned into an atmosphere filled with head bobbles. As we get older, the more soul attract.
The god opened his arms towards his wife, intending to carry Nendra. "Here baby, let me hold Nendra."
With great care, Mara handed over the body of the son to be taken over by the Gods. The six-month-old baby looked very comfortable in the sling.
Like a child trying to digest what the father said, Nendra stared fixedly at his face.
"Ma-ma-ma..."
"Dear, not mom. But Ooooo-ma. Oooo-maa..."
"Ma-ma-ma."
"Dear, not mom but ooooo-maaaa... Oma yes Darling, ooooo-maaaa..."
"Ma-ma-ma."
"Good boy, Oma, son, oma. Not my mom."
The six-month-old baby just laughed at the expression on his face. Even his tiny hand touched the cheek of God and then he squeezed. (the Japanese language dikruwes😆)
Mara could only cluck to see her husband's behavior. Hurriedly, he patted the shoulder of the God. "It's Mas, at this time Nendra still can not say the word Oma. It will do it by itself, Mommy." Mara got up from her squatting position. "Already, replace the vishnu and Jenar that say hello to the oma."
According to God, he also rose from his squatting position to then shift. Permit Vishnu and Jenar to greet oma Widuri.
Vishnu stared at the tombstone in front of him. He swiped the new headstone and then he kissed intensely. This gravestone is like the face of Oma Widuri that he can kiss whenever he wants.
"Oma, Vishnu came to visit oma. May oma always be in the best place by God's side Oma."
The feeling suddenly came closer. Making a lump of meat that lives in the chest of Vishnu feel the sensation of pain. If it's like this, what has happened is coming back to haunt. All that the ex-wife has done.
"Oma, introduce. The woman next to Vishnu is Vishnu's wife. She's beautiful, isn't she Oma? Not only was her face beautiful, her heart was also kind. Although oma could not meet him directly, but Vishnu believed if oma saw him."
Vishnu turned towards Jenar. "Dear, introduce yourself to oma."
Jenar nodded her head while smiling knots. "Oma, I am Jenar, wife of Vishnu. May oma always have the best place in the side of God. Our prayers will always flow for the oma."
The petals of frangipani flowers fell again after Jenar introduced himself. Vishnu who saw the petals of the flower could only smile meaningfully. He was sure if the oma welcomed the presence of this Jenar.
The white clouds that had previously formed cotton nets, now shifted into a horde of gray clouds that formed the feathers of sheep. Vishnu's head looked up, feeling that it would soon rain. The man again kissed the tombstone belonging to the oma.
"Oma, right now oma can calm down there. Vishnu has obtained the happiness that Vishnu has been looking for. And the happiness of Vishnu is in Vishnu's wife. Thank you so much for the love and affection you have given me. And forgive Vishnu, because Vishnu once made oma disappointed."
Once again, Vishnu kissed the tombstone of the oma and rubbed it gently. "Vishnu pamit ya Oma. May Oma always be quiet in nature."
Vishnu and Jenar rose from their squatting positions. The four people began to swing their limbs to hasten out of this burial ground before the sky-dropping water soaked the earth.
In the corner of the cemetery, a beautiful woman in white clothes stood there. The woman smiled sweetly at the people who had just turned over this last house of hers. From the smile he showed, a sign that he was happy.
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