Mandul

Chapter 32: Maybe the possessed Dedek?

Arista still roared making Rangga confused. Not that it subsided even now more hysterical, whether it had been how many hours the little girl cried, her round eyes now began to sink. Rangga stepped out of the family room, his long legs leading to the living room, where Arsi was still sitting sweetly on the beautiful carved sofa. 

“Arsi, can I ask for help to persuade Arista, since he just kept calling his mother, he said,” Ngarsinah just nodded and did not have time to make a sound the girl had already stepped hastily across the spacious living room towards the family room. 

The girl approached the bude who could now only sit up tired of standing up to calm the little girl down. With a soft hand Ngarsinah stroked the head of Arista leaned on the chest of the Bude Gita. 

“Dedek, why cry dear?” ngarsinah's soft voice made the cry suddenly stop, only her stuffing was heard. “Mother sorry can I carry Arista?” asked Ngarsinah to the mature-looking woman. 

“Please mbak, sorry so troublesome mbak,” replied Gita clumsy, he who had not had time to welcome guests felt bad because he had ignored the simple beautiful girl. 

“No pa-pa ma'am, may Arista want me to carry. Oya call Arsi only ma'am, I am more comfortable to be called by name,” said Ngarsinah responding to the Gita conversation. 

Arista who had stopped crying turned his head slowly, his eyes were swollen and his face tired from crying for too long made the small body weak. ‘Mama ..” call him and that leaves Gita confused. Rangga gave the code with the index finger attached to his lips. 

“Iya dear this mama, here carry the same mama,” replied Ngarsinah with a smile to calm anyone who saw her. “Mama dedek want to join mama, huuuaaa .. huuuaaaa!” Rangga looked confused by his daughter today. Gita called Mbok Ris to make drinks and snacks for her cousin and her guest who was called mama by the nephew. 

Gita and Rangga grew up together, so although cousin but their closeness is like siblings. Gita's husband is often out of town, his two children are not home, they stay at his mom's house. 

Arya and Arista are the Gita boyong to enliven the big house. After they went home from school the two boys were happy nothing happened. Play and disagreements are common, but in the afternoon, Arista suddenly fussed about asking her mother. 

Gita, aided by the housekeepers, was busy persuading and comforting the little girl. It's been over an hour since Arista cried but never stopped. The little girl still faithfully called out to the mother who made Gita feel the sadness of the nephew. They began to be overwhelmed because Arista's crying that did not end until Rangga arrived had not stopped. 

Miraculously, it was Ngarsinah's embrace that was able to make Arista's anxiety calm, although sometimes back crying.

“Cup ... Cup, dedek want to come to mama's house?” Ngarsinah was trying to understand what the little girl was feeling. Arista only nodded small, now his body has moved into a koala-style sling owned by Arsi.

"The grandfather wants Mama Arsi! Huuuaaaa .. huuuaa!" his cries burst out again and were now more demanding, leaving the old men confused.

The warm embrace that Ngarsinah gave was able to make the girl's cry stop instantly. His hands were coiled around Ngarsinah's body as if he didn't want to be released anymore. Rangga gave water to his daughter, greedily the drink was sipped until it was not restless. 

Arista's cries stopped completely, only occasionally the girl misek-misek because of the rest of the crying that somehow he had been doing. 

Arya seemed to have fallen asleep on the sofa, after eating earlier, the little man who was still at home on the long sofa of the family room again threw his small body. Due to tired all day until without him knowing now he has moved to dreamland. 

Ngarsinah slowly and carefully laid down the already limp body, but not to mention the body landed perfectly, returning the two small hands tightly coiled around Ngarsinah's body.

“Ngak want him mas, yes already let me just carry,” said Ngarsinah whispered.

Dinner dishes are available, Gita calls Ngarsinahn and Rangga for dinner. Ngarsinah who was still holding Arista felt difficulty, because every girl was sitting, Arista like waking up and whining. 

Gita is even more confused. If you let Arista wake up and cry again, pity the little girl, surely she is getting tired and dizzy. 

Rangga tau Ngarsinah must have been very hungry, because this has started past dinner. With deftly handsome man idol of many women was preparing a plate of rice following the side dish. 

Ngarsinah who saw that was confused, she still could not eat because Arista could not be compromised at this time. 

Rangga feeds Rice to Arsi. Appetizing side dishes make Ngarsinah stomach more hungry made.

"Aaakk, let's spend this first, then I'll eat" said the man with a charming smile. Gita saw it smiling meaningfully, since when it was once close to women, and now she became a mosquito repellent between the two lovebirds. 

"Mas already, I was full," said Ngarsinah embarrassed, the beautiful woman realized that Gita had stolen a look at herself and Rangga. 

Ngarsinah who again called Rangga when outside working hours, making Rangga sometimes not like. But he kept up with Ngarsinah's desire to keep the girl comfortable. 

Rangga stopped his bribe. "Low a little more, baby if not spent. Come two more feeds," persuaded Rangga, back the man always managed to make Ngarsinah obey his wishes. 

Ngarsinah looked tired, she approached the sofa and slowly sat down, patiently patting Arista on the back to keep her calm. Gita felt that the condition was safe for the interrogation of her cousin, Rangga who had just finished eating, shocked that his hand was taken for granted, who else would have done it if not Gita. The woman dragged him into the living room. The eyes of the beautiful woman seemed to light up and ready to devour Rangga, while the handsome man of the two children's widow could already guess what would happen. 

"Why not worry, lest the grandpa be a delicate creature, you don't suspect?" Ask Gita with a worried look.

While Rangga santuy aja, with legs superimposed on the other leg, Rangga casually unbuttoned the sleeves of his work shirt and loosened the tie that had been choking his neck all day. 

"Mbak Gita think so anyway, when I was guessing not that way mbak, hahaha."

"Can he use pellets, can't anyone not be able to?"