Jamu Gendong - Young Widow Gebetan Brondong

Chapter 8. Just Go Home, Go Again

The phallus lowers the throat containing bottles of herbal medicine from the back. Put it on the amben (stalls from bamboo that are used to sitting relaxed even some are used to sleep) and remove bottles of herbal medicine that have been toilet without a trace. Walk back to lift clothesline and some kinds of empons ranging from turmeric, ginger, lemongrass, kencur and so forth. The impulses that later he will use as a base material to make herbal medicine. Sour turmeric, rice kencur, pahitan, chili puyang, key ruh, uyup-uyup, sinom, kudu laos, that's the variety of herbal medicine sold by Lingga.

Linga opens the rice hood. Seen salted fish, fried tempeh and vegetable spinach that this morning he stayed for breakfast the husband is still intact has not been touched at all. Even that woman could only waste a slightly rough breath.

"It turns out that Heru did not eat at all this cooking. Hah, what made him not want to eat my cooking?"

Linga is busy monologuing. He took a tablespoon, tasted the spinach he cooked and tasted the side dishes available. With full of appreciation Lingga feel the taste of this cuisine. Trying to find out, what might be the cuisine is not delicious so that makes the husband not want to eat it for one mouthful.

"Enak. But why did Heru not eat at all? What exactly is going on? Why does he seem unwilling to touch everything I give him?"

Again the phallus was caught up in his own thoughts. Question after question turns in the head as if demanding to find the answer. But still it was just a stalemate that he got. A few minutes Lingga seemed to drift in his own mind but after that he could cling back to consciousness when he remembered that there was still much to do. Clean the house, feed the chickens and fill the bathtub.

Leave the vegetables and side dishes on the table. He continued his work by feeding the chicken with a mixture of rice and rice bran.

The roar of the chicken was heard as the Lingga entered a not-so-large land that had been fenced off by the nets. In such a way, the domestic chickens can roam freely without worrying about escape or escape. While in the corner of the land there is an elongated pranjen and given a bulkhead as a place where the hens incubate their eggs. As if understanding that they will be fed by the owner, dozens of chickens ranging from roosters, hens and hens dere (still teenagers) running towards Lingga. Can't wait to enjoy their afternoon meal.

"Healthy and fast big ya all of you. So that later I can have a large village chicken farm as well as become a traditional herbal medicine entrepreneur who can enter the international market."

As if to understand what Lingga said, the chickens made a sound and sounded earthy. That is what makes the phallus smile. Maybe in this way he can drive away fatigue and loneliness. These pet chickens are like his loyal friends who are always there when he is lonely because they are often left behind by the husband.

The incense could be heard the sound of a motorbike engine stopping in front of the house. Lingga who was already so looking forward to the return of the husband, he just left his activity to feed the chicken and rushed to the front yard to welcome the return of Heru.

Linga stretched out her hand to reach Heru's palm like a wife who welcomed her husband's return by kissing the back of her hand. But unfortunately a thousand dear, Heru precisely brushed off the hand of Lingga.

"no need. I just went home for a while to pick up something left behind. After this I'll go again."

With a ketus and put on a puffed-up face, Heru responded to Lingga's speech. That's what makes the Linga a little flabbergasted.

"Where else is sampeyan going? Didn't you just get home? Don't you want to clean your body and eat first?"

Heru just smiled cynically. "No, your cooking is not good. I'd rather eat somewhere else."

Without saying much more, Heru swung his leg to hasten to leave Lingga. Seen, he went into the room and took something from inside the closet. After that he went back up on the motorbike, turned on the engine and left just like leaving the front yard.

While Lingga can only look at the back of the husband who is getting lost swallowed by the streets with a pushy gaze. As if unable to speak, there was only a bitter smile that seemed to be a signal that Heru's speech really hurt his heart and feelings.

Just come home, go again. Is this house just a place to store clothes and save money?

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