MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 3: FEAR OF BEING ALONE
Mas Diki was astonished to see the reaction of my shock.
"Why are you surprised, brother?" ask husband.
"E-eee, did Mas Diki have a live chat with the old man?" I don't believe my husband's testimony.
"Yes, Brother. The grandmother said to the mas despite stammering that she will stay at the house of Mr. RW for some time," replied mas Diki.
"Mas sure?" askaku.
"About one hundred percent, I am! I still remember the expressionless look on his flat face" he replied.
"Mas Diki is sure that grandma isn't a ghost?" vulgar many.
"Ha ha ... You are just there, brother. That old granny was clearly a person, was. If he was a ghost, it would have been bitten by him. His face was a little pale, but it was probably because the grandmother used a powder that was too white," replied Diki again with a bitter laugh.
"Yes, too" I replied.
We had just sipped a drink, and suddenly the door opened.
"Assynolt,"
"Waalaikumsalam," answered the two of us.
"You, Nur? The night he went home, huh?" my spoken.
"Yes, Mom. Many things were done at the tutoring place," Nur replied while kissing my hand and his father's hand. This has become a habit every time you go or go home.
"Yes, already. Buruan bathe there, mumpung has not entered Isya prayer time," I said again.
"Yes, Mom. I'm gonna take a shower first,"
Our only child walked into his room to change clothes and then headed to the bathroom.
"Nur, get dressed if you want to go to the bathroom! Don't just wear a towel like that!" my yelling.
"Nur is used to it, ma'am. My mother never rebuked me. Why is it that just now Mom reprimands me?" my son's protest.
"Yes, it's only starting today that I make the rules" I replied seriously.
"But, you're usually like that too?" protest again.
"So my mother rebuked your father too" I replied.
"Well then," replied my little girlfriend, glaring back to her room to pick up her shirt and scabbard.
After taking a shower, I called Nur to join me in the living room chatting while enjoying Clara's cake and my warm coffee.
"Mom, change the channel dong! Don't keep it up" Nur chanted.
"Why the hell, Nur? Nice show, loh. It is important for all of our learning. For example, by watching this drama, your father will think a thousand times to get married again, but ultimately it can be stroke, crazy, or bankrupt" I replied.
"Ah, that's because the husband in the drama is too careless and unfair. If you want polygamy, don't be too mean to the old wife. Must be able to divide the time and be fair to both so that God does not get angry and punish him," replied Diki.
"Ooooo ... So you're planning on getting married again?" I shouted while pinching the skin of my husband's stomach.
"Oh, my goodness, brother! Forgive me! The moon is what I mean" my husband cried out with a grimace of pain.
"What do you mean by being fair?" I shouted back while tightening my pinch on my husband's stomach.
"That's just my explanation, brother. Lepassin! Sakiiit, Dik," cried my husband.
"Promise first with me, Mas won't polygamy" I shouted again.
"Okay," I answered while releasing my deadly pinch from my husband's stomach.
Mas Diki observed the red skin of his stomach from my former pinch just now. He did not dare to protest at me because he knew I would be longer if he protested a little. Meanwhile, Nur looked curled up to see his father's expression of pain.
I went back to concentrating on the television front to continue watching while lecturing the two men. Unfortunately, the screen in front of me turned out to be a comedy show broadcast by another channel. Nur must have replaced it when I punished his father.
"Kok replaced anyway, Nur? That was it, youh! What's the show, laughter is unclear?" I yelled at my single anal.
Nur was silent not to say. I picked up the remote control from the table. I pressed the button on the remote and the channel changed to the channel where the family drama was. However, Azan Isya suddenly reverberated from the television screen.
"Sholat yuk first, Nur!" take my husband to Nur.
"Corn, Sir!" answer son.
"Dik, mas pamit first to Surau sama Nur, huh?" my husband said as he stood up from his seat.
For some reason I am usually very happy when my husband and children go to surau, the night was a bit heavy to release them to leave the house at that time. However, I am helpless against it because men are supposed to pray in the surau congregation, while women are better off praying alone in their rooms. That's what my teacher taught me first.
"Pick home when it's done, yeah!" I said while letting go of the two of them at the door.
"That's, Sister. We can't possibly stay in a manau" my husband replied with a smile. Still had time he joked in the state of his wife who was worried uncertain.
[Lick]
I immediately closed and locked the front door as soon as the two men left. A feeling of anxiety and fear suddenly burst into my chest. I should have taken the wudlu and performed Isha's prayer at the time, but for some reason, imagining having to be alone in the kitchen, I was afraid of myself. It was as if the new resident grandmother in front of the house had suddenly been standing next to me when I was there.
"Hiiiii ..," I cried as I ran towards the room.
I was in my room and closed the door. A shadow a few years ago suddenly appeared in my mind. Back then in this room, due to poor psychological condition, I saw a bolster pillow as a pocong. Given the incident, I'm afraid it will happen again at this time.
In such a state of turmoil, I remembered the scriptures that I had not read for a long time. I ran to pick it up from the closet, I should never have held it, but in this emergency there were exceptions. It has become my habit, if you feel scared or afraid to read my holy book and then hold it to sleep.
There was nothing on top of the closet. Maybe Diki's already moved it somewhere else. My fear was increasing, especially when I heard the sound of footsteps in front of me heading towards my house.
I don't know why my feelings say, it was the sound of the old grandmother's feet that I don't know for sure whether she was a human or a spirit.
[Tok tock]
Suddenly someone knocked on the front door. I gasp. No voice calls from out there. I waited for the voice of the call with anxious expectation. However, the voice of the call I was waiting for was not also heard.
[Tok tock]
The knock on the door I heard again. This time harder than before. Urat was afraid of me reacting. I thought hard to find my holy book again. There was a sense of regret in my heart, why did I rarely read it so I lost track of it in a crucial moment like this. My brain thought hard trying to analyze where it was? Finally, I believe it's on a television shelf in the living room.
"What should I do now? Should I leave this room for the living room? What if that grandma was already in that living room before I found my sacred book? Meanwhile, staying silent in such a room also does not make me feel calm because it could be that the grandmother also suddenly appeared in this room," I said in my heart.
Seriate
Don't forget to read my other novel!
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I DON'T WANT TO BE AN ACTOR
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