Lukaku Paid by Yourself
Come
Melati fragrant has now been tenteng by a stranger woman in the eyes of Azka. The woman covered part of her face with a black cloth to make it invisible to anyone who is now swarming burrows the sole heir of the Wirahma family who died was mistaken for suicide.
"Mbok Darmi" muttered Azka quietly.
The man then rushed to the side of the old woman who no longer looked bent and carried the cob in her hand.
"Mbok Darmi is here?" tanya Azka tried to communicate with the middle-aged woman beside her.
At first glance it can be seen clearly by Sri that the woman who is now being asked by the spirit of Azka can see also herself. Even Sri was silent when she remembered that the woman was no stranger to her.
"Mbok why are you here? will you help Azka get revenge?" ask again but still did not get any answers from Mbok Darmi.
Highlight the woman's eyes sharply stared at the middle-aged woman Azka spoke to. Sri only realized now that the old woman was a woman who was just silent when she saw her body and the beloved son being dragged so sadistically by a group of her husband's men to be cemented in river wall.
At that time Mbok Darmi clearly heard and saw a raucous voice from him who asked for help in a sack carried by three men of burly stature, who were, but Mbok Darmi just shut up and did not help him from death.
"I don't want to see a stone-hearted woman like her" Sri immediately disappeared from Azka's sight to make her wonder and feel confused.
One tear drop that came out of Mbok Darmi managed to make Azka surprised. All this time he knew Mbok Darmi, not once did the woman cry about her family who were concerned. But this time Azka was precisely the reason the woman cried for the first time.
"I know Mbok heard my voice and felt sorry for me. Therefore please reveal my death to the police and surrounding residents. Tell them that I was killed by the street* and the breng*ek Fahmi"
Once again Mbok Darmi fell silent, the middle-aged woman was speechless as her position which was now in the middle of the crowd would probably be known to one of them. No one wants to get close to him or talk to him
"Do you forget my situation which is often used as a curse by the citizens of the child" said Mbok Darmi slowly.
The middle-aged woman muttered so quietly that no one was aware of her presence at the funeral. Mbok Darmi just want to watch the funeral of the man who has been providing food and other needs to connect life. Mbok Darmi just wanted to take part in the funeral process of the man who had been regarded as his son.
"I don't forget, I really appreciate you as my family and don't want you to come back in contempt and even get kicked out of here. I was just too happy and thought that you would help my mission for revenge"
Mbok Darmi shook his head slowly. He came here only to put the flowers he had picked, to put on the grave of Azka.
