Has Been Hanged

57. Wind In

Tea plantation, Sirah Kencong, Blitar...

Although it has been weeks beloved room not slept, but mbak Lusi always come tidying up and cleaning. Also replace the bed linen in his bed with a routine. Ratria room with purple pink wall paint that does not feel stuffy or dusty. Fresh air continues to change through the window of the room that is diligently opened by mbak Lusi every morning and closed in the afternoon.

"Mas Arka have lunch first. Ms. Lusi has prepared," Ratria told Arka who had just received a phone call on her phone. Ratria just came from the direction of his room.

"No mbak. Thanks though. I'll eat on the street later." Arka smiled in reply. Then stand ready to return to Surabaya.

"Tap-cepet-cock tho, mas? Is ora tired?" tanya mbak Lusi who just came from the kitchen.

"Yes tired, ma'am. But yes indeed in my way of work, driving. Other than driving me around, Arka smiled broadly.

"Not stopping by Tulung Agung tho, mas?" ask Lusi again. Arka drivers are from Tulung Agung district.

"Mboten (no), mbak.. Far away, it takes two hours to get there," replied Arka as she grabbed the car keys and approached the bushel.

Arka said goodbye to Susi and Ratria to leave for Juanda airport again. Feel the need to be alert when the boss needs him. It is now eleven o'clock in the afternoon and will arrive at Juanda, about three o'clock more or even ashar time.

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"Kok went home alone, Rat. Your husband didn't send? Are your legs completely healed?" ask Luci who came into the room. Ratria was taking out a shirt and put into the closet.

"It healed mbak. But yes it is not perfect. Kinda denting. So don't wear sandals," complained Ratria and ignored about Shahdan. Looking at a glimpse of the right thumb that for him is disabled. Ms. Lusi observed.

"That's good, Rat. Than to cut. Long time also perfect again," entertain mbak Lusi.

"Yes too, ma'am. But yes, you have to wear sandals. It still hurts to wear shoes" explained Ratria again.

"Yes yes.. Wong wounds you still haven't been there for a month," said Lusi smiling.

"Mr, Mr. Shahdan once said I'd be willing to pay if I wanted an operation. Let my thumb come back beautiful again. Does he really mean it, huh,,?" ask Ratria. But without looking at Lusi. Busy menanger clothes that have been washed by Shahdan last night.

"Yes, that must be true what he said, Rat. He won't just talk. How far along is your relationship, Rat?" mbak Lusi while looking fixed Ratria out of curiosity. The one asked was removing the veil on his head.

"How far do you mean, ma'am?" ratria asked, pretending not to understand. While in the heart is very pounding suddenly remember Shahdan.

"Yes, as long as you're there are only two people in the house. Keep you in an accident, the only thing you care about is Syahdan sir. Don't you feel attracted to each other. Or you, yourself, don't have a crush on your husband, Rat?" ask Lusi with a serious mimic.

"Lha are you the same sir Shahdan, did you never touch that, Rat?" mbak Lusi is not out of thought.

Shahdan is a successful, wealthy and handsome man. Ratria is a very beautiful girl with an ideal body, and has become the wife of Shahdan. Plus stay seatap. Like it is impossible if not despair of mutual interest in them. Lusi's brother nodded in disbelief.

"Sir, I want to change clothes. My head is a bit dizzy, my stomach is also nauseous. I want to vomit but can't. I want to fall down first, mbak, tired," Ratria hopes that Susi will leave quickly.

"Early, Rat. You are the reason you do not want to answer. Yes, you sleep. After a long trip, maybe you kind of catch a cold. I made you some warm ginger yo, Rat. Wait..." Susi exited the room to the kitchen.

Ratria did not sleep, but grabbed a towel and went for a very light shower. Change clothes, and pray dzuhur super fast. Like she's going to lose her body.

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Warm ginger and cold-repellent herbs given Mbak Lusi was drunk an hour ago. But the uncomfortable feeling was even more intense. Dizziness and nausea are great but do not vomit.

"Ouch, Rat. Maybe the AC in the car was really strong, Rat.." Susi sat on the edge of the bed.

"Yes, maybe mbak. Aduuuuh.." cried Ratria. His body curled up and squirmed in the bed. His hair was everywhere.

"We'll go to the doctor, Rat. Or just scraping? You wanna try? Choose what scrapings down to doctor Cahyo? Not far from the clinic, Rat," said mbak Lusi looked panicked. Ratria turned to look at Lusi with sparkling eyes.

"Yes mbak, I just try the scrapings. It doesn't hurt yeah," said Ratria.

"I'm scraping slowly, Rat. Just a little pain and maybe you are amused because you never scrapes. Take off that top shirt of yours. Tenggarap, Rat," said mbak Lusi. Rushed down in search of glass and wind oil.

"Wear what, mbak?" ask Ratria who's on her stomach.

"Not a coin, Rat. It's a glass, so it doesn't hurt. If it hurts even, just a little," said mbak Lusi while crawling up to the bed.

"You while reading any prayer, Rat. Easy-easy quickly go your wind. Bismillaaah,," said mbak Lusi. Ratria replied with a nod in his head. Like no power of voice.

Ms. Lusi was already sitting beside Ratria's plain back while unscrewing the lid of the bottle of wind oil. The woman was stunned, Ratria's beautiful smooth back looked awkward in the eyes. Many small stains and bruises that disturb the view on his skin.

Lusi was astonished. Think with many possible causes of bruising while quickly starting to scrape. Ratria occasionally whimpered her dizziness and nausea. Lusi's brother quelled the panic by observing Ratria's back. Many preconceptions are crossing his head.