MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)

CHAPTER 18: NOT REAL

I almost screamed loudly before the sighting disappeared again and left my body sweating coldly and breathing hard. I tried to calm myself back while praying for protection to Allah SWT. Thank God, my mind became calmer and I continued the activity that had been delayed, namely washing dirty clothes using a washing machine. While waiting for the laundry to be soaked in the laundry tub of the washing machine, I also used the time to cook rice and cook vegetables and side dishes that I took from the refrigerator. Thankfully, before the sign of the time for Zuhr prayers to reverberate, the laundry is done, the cooking is also done. After Azan reverberated, I immediately performed the Zuhr prayer and then I swept all parts of the house. Thank goodness I don't see any more Bude Yati sightings in my house. I also began to think that what I saw was not real, but just a mirage because I was exhausted and thought too much about Bude Yati.

After lunch, I chose to look around my phone in the room. I'm idly looking at people's WA status. And I was very surprised when I read the WA status of Bulek Darsih. Bulek Darsih posted a photo of someone's grave. In the upper right corner of the tomb photo there is a photo of a young woman with a very beautiful hijab. What makes nyesek is the caption of the status of WA Bulek, "HAPPY THE ROAD. THANK YOU FOR YOUR SACRIFICE, DIK.MARISA."

I who read the writing felt a bit awkward with the contents of the writing. Why didn't Bulek Darsih write 'Innalillahi ..' or something? Why did he prefer the word 'Sacrifice'? Could it be that the meaning is Ms Marisa's sacrifice to school progress or another sacrifice? I don't know!"

Then I remembered with Sister Ning. I want to know my cousin's condition. I also sent a message to Ms. Ning.

"Assynolajet. Ma'am, how? Have you been to the doctor?" the message I sent.

"Marabalog . Alhamdulillah, Mother. I've checked," read a reply from Ms. Ning.

"Where's the outcome?"

"Alhamdulillah. He said I was just tired. He was told to rest a lot,"

"Have you given medicine, Mother? How's the drug effect?"

"Already, Sister. The medicine is like three. Thank God I just had a drink. It's good to be in the body after drinking it,"

"Alhamdulillah ... May be a healing intermediary. Oh, yes, Ma'am. Did the neighbors come to help?"

"Amalei . Already, Sister. You got greetings from Sister Srintil and Miss Dibyo,"

"Vaalaikumsalam. Yes you have, Ma'am. I want to continue checking the CCTV video again,"

"Yes, Brother. I also want to help Ms. Dibyo and Ms. Srintil in the kitchen,"

"Don't be tired, huh?"

"Yes, Brother. God willing I'm okay,"

"Amiyi ...,"

After replying to each other with Ms. Ning, I continued watching the CCTV video sent by Mr. RT. I thought, it was good while waiting for the arrival of the Asar prayer time, I can still watch more or less for two ages. I started watching videos from 02:00 to 03:30. In order not to get bored, I watched it while listening to music. Turns out I didn't see anything in the CCTV video. My neck stiffened from too long concentrating on watching a video featuring the same thing.

Azan Asar also reverberated, I was getting ready to take an afternoon bath. After taking an afternoon bath I also performed the Asar prayer and read some holy verses of the Qur'an. After reading the Qur'an I felt calmer and more eager to do activities. I also decided to watch television while waiting for the arrival of my husband and Nur.

"Mas, where is it now?" I sent a message to Mas Diki while watching an infotaintment show on one of the private television stations.

"Again in the last shop, brother. Why, kangen tah? Sorry, I was in a hurry to leave without saying goodbye because I could not bear to see Dik Sinta fall asleep," replied Mas Diki.

"Yes. It's okay, Mommy" I replied.

"What are you cooking, brother?"

"Just cook clear vegetables and fried tempeh plus Sambal pete favorite Mas Diki,"

"Hm .. can't wait to enjoy Dik Sinta's ulan,"

"Ulekan sambal pete means? Go home, don't forget to pick up Nur,"

"Indeed, if I want to rekekan Dik Sinta others, what can still be?"

"Hm ... Still not strong power, Mas, if you ngulek another,"

"He he ... Yes, yes,"

"Experience find another thread!"

"Promise?"

"Yes. Promise,"

"Yes already. Be careful on the road,"

"Thank you, baby. I miss you,"

"Too,"

Then I went back to watching television. Shortly after, I heard someone knocking on the door.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

"Who?" I shouted while sitting in front of the television and shrinking the volume.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

That sound again.

"Who, huh?" I shouted while pulling the doorknob.

I saw a long-haired child standing in front of me. His body is thin and his skin is mature.

"Mom, my mother and I are thirsty. Can I have some water to drink?" said the little boy.

"She, Son. Let's go inside! Did you bring a bottle?" my many.

The boy shook his head.

"I'll just wait here" the little boy replied weakly.

I rushed to the living room to get the bottled water I used to keep in the fridge. Mas Diki sometimes if cycling ask to be brought cold mineral water. Immediately I took two bottles of mineral water the size of the responsibility off the fridge shelf. I also picked up a packet of raisin bread which I kept there for the day. I checked the expiry date, it turns out there's still three days left. After taking the black crackle as a wrapper of mineral water and raisin bread, I walked right to the door. The little boy about nine years old was still waiting there.

"Son, here I bring you a pack of bread too. Please eat soon, yes, because the expired date is three days away" I told the girl.

"Well, thank you so much for your alms, yes, ma'am. This kind of alms is what my mother and I have been waiting for" she said.

"Alhamdulillah, Son. If my gift is not so much useful to you and your mother. God willing, if you grow up, you will be able to give a lot of alms" I replied.

"No, Ma. Me and my mother will never be able to do it again" the little boy replied.

"Sir-s"

"I'll say goodbye first. Pray for us, yes. Assalamualaikum," said the little boy.

"Valayevansalam ... Where's mommy?" my many.

"Mother's over there. Mom can't come here. I'm sorry for interrupting" the boy replied as he ran towards the road.

I stared at the little boy with a strange feeling. Out of curiosity, I walked forward to see what her mother looked like. And I was shocked when I got to the road. It turned out that the mother referred to by the little boy was Bude Yati. The two of them waved at me from a distance. In a moment, they both disappeared.

"BUDEEEEEE!!!" call me.

SERIATE

Honestly, no, starting small until now, you have experienced what mystical things?