Miss Yeti is No Ordinary PSK

Pulang Kampung's

What if you live in a world that you don't want, in a world that people think is a black world. The valley is full of sin, but when you do good, the people will praise your success and success, even though in fact, they know what you've been doing all along. In fact, there is also a comparison of your success with his own son. It's ironic, but that's the truth.

Yati, live together with her elderly grandmother. Yati does not know who her parents are. He only knew, if from childhood, only his grandmother knew. There are no other brothers in the house. They were only two from a long time ago, and that was what Yati had known since childhood.

Tok tok!

"Mbc. Minah Mbok!"

(Author: Mbok, the term for an old woman, in addition to the same as a mother or mother, can also be interpreted as a call to grandmother, in parts of rural communities in general )

Early in the morning, there was someone knocking on the door of Mbok Minah's house, her grandmother Yati.

"God, one minute!"

Mbok Minah, screaming from inside the house. He was a little surprised, as there were guests coming this early. Right now, it's about half six in the morning.

Cleks!

"Dear it!"

Mbok Minah shouted loudly. He was surprised by the arrival of his grandson. The granddaughter he raised alone. Although, mbok Minah has a lot of secrets that she kept from long ago. And no one knows, what secrets are kept by Minah mbok itself.

"Yes Mbok. Yati went home," Yati replied, while politely greeting her mbok_. After that, he also hugged Minah, because he felt kangen. He has not returned to his village for too long, looking at his symbok_, which is now increasingly looking old.

The two of them, hugging each other expressed a sense of happiness, and kangen they felt all along.

"Where have you been, Nduk, how come there's no news, no going home?" mbok asked Minah, asking for an explanation from her grandson, Yati. Despite the truth, she always got word from Yati, even though it was once a month.

"Yati Mbok remote work. Exit country. So yes, long time no going home. Sorry Mbok, Yati is not saying goodbye and ask permission first. But, the money sent from Yati in love with Yoga kang right?"

Yati explained to mbok Minah, if she went abroad to work. But, every month, Yati will always send money for daily expenses through their neighbor, Yoga, who works as a teacher in junior high school.

Mbok Minah nodded in affirming Yati's question. He also recounts the state of Yoga, which is currently in pain. Yoga was sick three days ago.

"What pain does Kang Yoga have?" asked Yati, who never knew how her neighbor was doing, whom she often asked for help.

"Don't know Yati. People say, he's sick 'jeroan' I don't know what the disease means."

Mbok Minah, back to explain about the state of kang Yoga.

"Oh yeah, then let Yati look at him. Kan Yati often makes kang Yoga bother."

Mbok Minah agreed. He also felt relieved, because Yati, still has a sense of social care and gratitude to the people in this yard. Especially in Yoga, which they both often bother, related to the money sent Yati, or other purposes that require male labor.

Fortunately, this Yoga Kang is a good person. He had a family before, but his wife died of severe bleeding during childbirth, and could not be helped. While the only child he had, who was born his wife, asked the family of his wife, in-laws, because he had no other grandchildren. His late wife Kang Yoga, was the only child, because his sister-in-law Kang Yoga, brother of his only wife Kang Yoga, died first, two years before kang Yoga married his wife.

"What did you ride back home, why didn't Mbok hear the sound of a motorcycle taxi driver?" mbok Minah asked again, because her old ears, still tense, her hearing is still sharp. Moreover, in his village, motorcycle taxi drivers, on average have a loud voice.

"Yati bring your own car Mbok," replied Yati, while drinking warm tea served Mbok Minah.

"Saget Mbok. Nek not sagget nyuper Yati not until home now," replied Yati again, with a big smile.

He understood that, in his village, it was still rare to see a woman driving her own car. That is a very special thing, because there are only a few people who can drive in this village, and even that is not just anyone.

They are rich women, who own their own cars, though not the latest cars.

With high curiosity, mbok Minah came out of the house, to see the car that Yati brought home.

When he saw the car, Mbok Minah was amazed by the model of the car. In the village, the car that Yati brought, no one had, mbok Minah just used to see it on television.

"Sweep the car Yat!" mbok Minah with amazed eyes.

Apparently, some of their neighbors were already around their homes. Previously, all of them, the neighbors, thought if there were 'big' guests who came to the house mbok Minah.

"Lho, Yati to zinc teapot!"

"Kuwe muleh to Yat?"

"Mobile is good for you."

"Yo Yat's success, you work in the city!"

"But not looking at Yat, the city's neng work, ben I'm a success koyok your crew."

"What works Yat neng city, how directly iso tuku car? wong you don't duwe ijasah duwur, yo experience doesn't exist either."

Various questions and comments from neighbors were heard. Some think with curiosity, some are suspicious, some are amazed by the success of a Yati. Village women who do not have higher education, and experience living outside the village.

"Maybe Yati nge_***** yes in city?"

"Or become a mistress of the rich, or state officials, usually there are no tips?"

Even slanted comments are heard. They all have their own thoughts and views.

"Sepurane Bulek, Budhe, and others. This Yati there's a little windfall. Buy your own snacks later. Yati did not have time to stop by the store to buy souvenirs."

After saying so, Yati picked up the bag that was still in her car. He distributed one red note to them one by one, which was around his house.

"Well, a lot of Yati. Thank you, yes!"

"Success really, can divide this amount of money."

"Tomorrow to take her son Budhe to work with you to Yat. Ben can be like you."

The villagers were happy to receive the money from Yati. They were really happy and turned around to praise Yati, whom they had talked about as an ***** in the big city.

Something happened in the village. By comparing the appearance of the Yati they used to be with the one they now saw. Much different, so that raises speculation about Yati's work in the big city.