MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)

EPISODE 62: THE BELOVED SHOOT

Mr. Salihun walked to the T-junction according to Mr. Ratno's instructions. In the T-junction that later Mr. Salihun will meet with the person who will accompany him to the market to buy the last tahlilan event equipment at the home of his master Bu Dewi. The triangle is the end of the hamlet of Pomegranate which is directly adjacent to the road between the garden and towards the big road. At such noon only people who will go to the city or go home from the city will pass in the fork. So the place is the most strategic if used as a place to meet as it is today. Unfortunately Mr. Salihun did not know who would accompany him to go to the market. If Mr. Salihun knew who it was, he would have gone straight to his house instead of having to wait in that place. More sure and not tired of waiting.

“Duh, where the hell is the person not coming? Ratno this is serious what the hell is not actually?” mr. Salihun said to himself.

Meanwhile, Jamila, who had just finished dressing up, brought Gio to Minul's house. Actually Jamila wanted to take Gio to the market, but the boy refused. He prefers to play with his son Minul.

“Assalamualaikum ..” said Jamila from the front of Minul house.

“Waalaikumsalam ...,” said Minul and his son while walking to the living room.

Minul noticed Jamila's appearance from head to toe. At that time Jamila used casual clothes and minimalist makeup.

“What's up, Mil? Minul asked with a strange eye and could not be separated from Jamila's clothes.

“Nul, I can take Gio, right? I'm leaving in about an hour and two. Gio didn't want me to take it,” Jamila replied by throwing her friendly smile.

“Hore!!!! I have a friend! Here Gio play with me!!” cheering Minul's son and immediately invite Gio into his house to be shown his toy collection.

“Okay, you see for yourself my son is also happy to play with Gio. I can't refuse your request, of course. But, with old-school clothes like this you are not wrong to go to the market?” said Minul with a troubled expression.

“How bad are you, Nul? I'm comfortable wearing these clothes, ”andjutan Jamila remains friendly.

“Mil .. Mil .. You don't be shy predicate widow, dong! If you want, I'll take my shirt, okay? I think something fits you. You know my shirt with a variety button sized like a pirig on the front? I'll get you, yeah?” minul said with a pleased expression.

“Duh, no, Nul. I don't trust myself to wear that model shirt. Yes if you are beautiful, wear any clothes,” replied Jamila forced to lie because she has no other weapons to resist the wishes of Minul.

“Know this you, Mil! You are beautiful too! I just need to learn fashion again. I will teach you if there is time. Well, if you don't want me to pinjemin my shirt, you I use blush cheeks as lipstick, huh? Don't it look pale?” minul said enthusiastically.

“Sorry, Nul. Next time, huh? You see, I have been waiting for people,” replied Jamila pretending to be in a hurry.

“Hm .. Yes already. Be careful on the road!” answer Minul.

Finally, Jamila was relieved to be free from the malpractice of Minul whose fashion sense was much different from her. Jamila recalled what happened a year ago. At that time Gio and his son Minul were chosen by the school to perform dance on the stage of class. They both trained hard. Early in the morning, the two of them went to school to get ready. Minul and I came at eight on the invitation. When we both got to school, the two boys were ready to perform. They were made-up by his own homeroom teacher. It turns out that Minul does not like the makeup of his son. He who went everywhere always brought makeup equipment was directly applying red lipstick to the lips of his son and red eye shadow blushing to his cheeks. When the two children appeared in front of the stage, his son Minul became the laughingstock of the guests who came because it looks menor and finally his son Minul was crying because it became a laughingstock of the audience.

“There are many yes, you already want to be signed Gio,” said Jamila before leaving.

“OK. Same-Sama,” replied Minul while driving his friend to his house.

After waiting for fifteen minutes, Mr. Salihun finally saw someone walking from a distance to where he was sitting.

“Loh, is that Jamila? Where's he going in that old-fashioned outfit? Why does he keep walking this way? May she be the one who was asked by Miss Dewi to be with me shopping at the market?” Mr. Salihun wondered to himself as his eyes never escaped Jamila.

Jamila who was walking towards the T-junction also saw the figure of Mr. Salihun sitting on the T-junction while staring at him.

“Where are you going Mr Salihun in such brightly lit clothes? Does he want to go to the carnival? Ah, I don't feel good, do I? Don't-Don't Mr Salihun this will accompany me to go to the market?” Jamila also wondered to herself.

After walking for a minute, Jamila and Pak Salihun finally faced each other with a distance of no more than three meters.

“Where are you going?” ask Mr. Salihun.

“Pak Salihun to where?” ask Jamila.

The two then looked at each other and they began to both suspect something.

“I was told-“ said both simultaneously so they both stopped saying.

“What are you told?” They both said the same sentence at the same time.

They also both stopped his words because they were sure that they were both told by the Goddess Mother.

“Come, we're leaving soon! To get home faster!” ask Mr. Salihun after the two stopped saying for a few seconds.

“Come, Sir!” sahut Jamila with ease.

The two of them began to walk away from the hamlet of Pomegranate towards the big road. The two of them did not realize that someone had been peering at them from the bushes since. He is Mr. Ratno who is trying to test Jamila's feelings against Mr. Salihun.

“You're okay walking forward, Mil? mr. Salihun asked after they walked for a few minutes without talking to each other.

“Yes, it's okay. Why why?” Jamila asked back.

“Not the gate, Mil. Ntar your feet hurt,” Pak Salihun replied with a cautious tone.

“Oh .. Nothing, Sir,” replied Jamila kalem.

Jamila's thoughts immediately reflected on Mr. Ratno. Mr. Salihun who only he considered as an ordinary neighbor turned out to be more attentive to Jamila. While Mr. Ratno who he loved was behind him always did what hurt the perempuan.

“Ah, why am I still thinking about Mr Ratno? Nah! I had to throw that thought away. Mr. Ratno is not a good man for me. I don't want Gio to have a father who likes to play women,” Jamila told herself.

“Mil ...,” call Mr. Salihun.

“Iya. Why, Sir?” Jamila asked back.

“I'm sorry if you've been rude to you, huh?” said Mr. Salihun.

“Bad? No! Mr. Salihun has always been polite, kok, same me,” replied plain Jamila.

While that time in Mr. Salihun's mind was the incident last night when he accidentally held the soft hand of Minul which he thought as Jamila.

“I mean, the incident last night, Mil,” replied Mr. Salihun trying to clarify his speech.

“Yesternight? Ah, no. Mr. Salihun was always kind and polite towards me,” replied Jamila while remembering the incident he experienced last night.

As Jamila recalled, last night he did not talk much with Mr. Salihun. He only saw and greeted Mr. Salihun at a glance when they both witnessed the arrival of police at Mr. Dimas' house. The rest, he spent more time with Mr. Ratno who currently made his heart goosebumps.

“So yeah, Mil? Yes, if you think it's not wrong. I thank you very much,” reply Mr. Salihun.

Jamila smiled for a moment. He did not expect that Mr. Salihun's heart was that soft. According to Jamila, Mr. Ratno's attitude at the time of greeting him last night was normal, but Mr. Salihun considered it as disrespectful. In contrast to Mr. Ratno who clearly hurt his heart, but he never said an apology to Jamilah.

“Alhamdulillah, Miles. We've reached the highway. We wait for public transport here, huh? You thirsty, Mil?” said Mr. Salihun when they reached the big road.

“Not done, Sir. I'm not thirsty, kok,” replied Jamila kalem.

“Well, that's the freight already coming, Mil!” said Mr. Salihun while pointing west.

“Iya, Sir. Alhamdulillah ..” Jamila said.

The public transport stopped right in front of the two of them. Mr. Salihun gave Jamila the opportunity to enter first into public transportation followed by Mr. Salihun. After the two of them entered public transportation, the driver immediately stepped on the gas pedal and the transport car drove at medium speed. However, just now that the car was running a few meters, there was someone in tattered clothes trying to replace the car. The driver stopped right next to the man. The man in a ragged and masked outfit got into the car and sat in front of Jamila and Pak Salihun sitting next to each other.

People are uncomfortable with the presence of the stranger. And they kind of kept their distance from the man. It turned out, secretly the mysterious man while looking down still pay attention to Jamila and Pak Salihun.

“Mil, Gio why not invite?” ask Mr. Salihun to make small talk.

“He won't fit me, sir. He chose to play with his son Minul,” replied Jamila honestly.

“Minul? You're familiar with him?” ask Mr. Salihun.

“Akrab. Wh why? Did Mr Salihun have a crush on Minul?” pak Salihun Goda.

“N-no, Mil. You really talk like that even though I'm just talking,” refute Mr. Salihun when in his heart he wants to say that he has a long crush on Jamila.

“Yes that's okay, right, I said that? Salihun and Minul are both single. What's wrong with liking each other? I want to be a match if Mr. Salihun really likes sam Minul,” replied Jamila with crisp.

“Loh, I even mate-jodohin Pak Salihun sama Minul? Doesn't Minul like Mr Ratno? Is it because I don't accept the relationship between the two of them, huh? Ah, why do I mess with that playboy,” Jamila wrote to herself.

“There-There's just you, Mil? No, I just like each other,” replied Mr. Salihun.

Unfortunately, Mr. Salihun's last words were not noticed by Jamila. The woman was busy with her own thoughts.

Meanwhile the man in tattered clothes was watching the two of them with a hot heart.

After walking for a few minutes, the public vehicle arrived in front of a market. Jamila and Pak Salihun got off in the transport car and were followed by the man in tattered clothes. Out of pity, Jamila gave the change from the public transport driver to the man in the tattered clothes. The man received Jamila's gift with a poignant expression.

“That's so weird that guy. Dikasih money kayak angry people,” grumbled Pak Salihun.

“Let's just, Sir! Maybe it is so,” replied Jamila.

They shop at the market for about half an hour. Jamila who made the transaction and Pak Salihun who brought his goods. The mysterious man continued to follow the two of them secretly and he was getting hotter when he witnessed Jamila look compact together with Mr. Salihun. Despite coming so far, he did not see any signs of romance between the two of them.

“Alhamdulillah, the complete shopping, sir. Come on, we're home now!” bring Jamila.

“Do we not have to drink first in the shop, Mil?” tawang Pak Salihun's.

“No, Sir. I do not feel good if I have to leave Gio too long to Minul,” replied Jamila.

“Alright, then we go home now, huh?” bring Mr. Salihun.

“Come!” answer Jamila.

Both of them were looking for public transportation to go home. After some time they finally arrived on the road leading to the hamlet of Pomegranate. They got off in public transport there. Next they must continue the journey on foot to the house of Bu Dewi.

“Alhamdulillah, we go home quickly, Mil,” said Mr. Salihun.

“Iya. Items written by Bu Dewi are also complete everything,” replied Jamila was happy.

“Iya, fortunately I asked for a cardboard so good to take it,” replied Mr. Salihun who was carrying a cardboard with his left and right hands.

“Weight huh, Sir? Here I help you!” Jamila offered to.

“Neither, Mil! Let me take it,” replied Mr. Salihun gallantly.

“Here, sir, let me help you. I'm strong too, kok!” Jamila forced while trying to pull the cardboard in Mr. Salihun's left hand.

“Do not. Miles! It's heavy!” mr. Salihun protest trying to maintain the card.

“Neg. Here, let me help you!” Jamila kept pushing.

This time Jamila pulled the cardboard firmly held by Mr. Salihun's left hand. Mr. Salihun was not able to maintain the cardboard because Jamila pulled stronger. Because it was pulled too strong by Jamilam finally the raffia rope that tied the cardboard was broken and Jamila lost balance. His body turned to the left and the woman screamed.

“Aduuuuh!!” jamila shouted before finally deftly Mr. Salihun caught Jamila's body that almost collapsed to the left.

“Mil!!” shouted Mr. Salihun while capturing Jamila's body.

As a result of the incident, Mr. Salihun's body was toppled on the ground with Jamila successfully landing perfectly on the old man's arm.

For a few seconds the two of them did not move and thought about what was going on at that moment.

“Mil, are you okay?” asked Mr. Salihun worriedly.

“No, Sir. I'm not why-why. Thanks a lot, sir. You saved me. If not, my head may have been hit by a stone,” replied Jamila while trying to escape from Mr. Salihun's embrace.

“Thank God, you're okay, Mil. Ouch!” pekik Pak Salihun while holding his sick left arm.

“Why your arm, Sir?” ask Jamila worried.

“Nothing, Mil! Just bitten by an ant just now,” replied Mr. Salihun happy to see Jamila's anxious reaction.

“Oalah, kirain why-why,” replied Jamila relieved.

Meanwhile, Mr. Ratno who was stalking the two of them in the bushes wearing tattered clothes became upset and angry with the two people who looked friendly. He was no longer strong enough to continue his surveillance. The feeling was too painful to see Jamila and Pak Salihun semesra. Mr. Ratno threw his tattered clothes into the trench. He continued to walk towards his home in disintegration and disappointment.

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