Ngumbara Love

Part 85's

Today is the third time Andhra has come to Mr. Sholeh's modest home. Andhra continued massage therapy because the effects she felt were very different from the effects of tranquilizing drugs that she had been taking. Or perhaps God has shown his power by lifting Andhra's disease. But one thing is certain. Andhra no longer feels restless when remembering all the bad events in the past. He could remember everything without suffering from an overwhelming headache.

At least, although it could not cure his heart pain, but his body response could be calm and look fine.

"How are you feeling now, son?" Mr. Sholeh patted Andhra's open shoulder. The stocky body looks shiny by the light because it is covered with massage oil. A special potion made by Mr. Sholeh.

"The better!" Andhra positioned her body facing Mr. Sholeh. Still bare-chested. "I'm very grateful. Because of Mr. Sholeh's help, I feel healthier and fitter."

"Thank God if so. I'm glad to hear it. At least my abilities are still useful." Mr. Sholeh chuckled while patting Andhra on the back several times. Then he got up and washed his hands with water. After that drink from that jug too. Gargle and then swallow it.

Pak Sholeh's activities remind Andhra of the figure of Suluh's grandfather. All of his actions were almost similar. Even in the manner of eating and drinking. Andhra almost opened her voice to ask about the similarities. If it is possible that the two have a distant sibling bond or even close. But cut off by Ozan's words.

"Sir Sholeh, what are the ingredients contained here?" Ozan cradles a transparent glass bottle. Inside there are some roots and leaves and some seeds of the plant even so, the liquid inside looks clear. On the cover there is a seal made of anti-rust wire. Of course, it will not spill even if the bottle is rolled over.

Yesterday he did not come to this detail to see Pak Sholeh's shelf. It turns out that a lot of certain parts of the plant are dried. All neatly arranged with containers made of woven bamboo. Ozan guessed if it must be for medicinal herbs. Some black bottles with covers made of wood are lined up neatly at the very top. That's what he's asking right now.

"Only a few spices such as cumin root, coconut oil, eucalyptus oil, lemongrass oil, starry oil, cloves, pepper leaves, ginger, galangal, ginger and shallots. Everything from nature. And I planted myself behind that house." Proud Mr. Sholeh. He sipped a thick black coffee. Just slightly wet his lips.

"It's not bad either." Ozan breathes in a fresh and soothing aroma. But this aroma is quite different from that used for Andhra massage.

Out of curiosity, Ozan takes the remaining massage oil to Andhra and compares the two. Mr. Sholeh smiled. Andhra shakes her head while wearing her shirt back.

"If you make Nak Andhra, I only use ginger oil, olive oil, roots and lemongrass. In certain quantities, all of these ingredients can be distilled and produce extraordinary oils that can relieve anxiety and stress."

"Waooow! Is there oil for pregnant women?" Ozan immediately remembered Arini who always complained of back pain.

"There!" Mr. Sholeh took one bottle with a wooden cap. "This aroma therapy from eucalyptus oil, kencur and some other ingredients for the health of pregnant women."

"The price?" Ozan takes the bottle from Mr. Sholeh's hand after putting back the bottle he took earlier.

"Just bring. I'm very happy if what I've been doing is beneficial to others." Ozan gawking. Looking at Andhra who looked at Mr. Sholeh with admiration.

"But, Sir!"

"Do not stop someone from doing good. Less beautiful!"

Ozan is getting amazed and disinclined. Andhra remembered the figure of Sulah's grandfather.

"Actually, son Andhra did not suffer any serious pain. He just needs to get closer to the Creator. Accept and thank you for everything. Learn from the bad things of the past. Forgive those who are guilty if they can. If you want to reply, don't overdo it." The old Netra stared inwardly into Andhra's eyes.

"Yes! For example death must be with death too! The man who killed Andhra's parents should get the right reward. Lives are returned with life."

Ozan took a seat across from Mr. Sholeh. The old man smiled. Andhra also seems to agree with what Ozan said. His parents were murdered. Of course he's hurt. The way to cure her is revenge.

"Are you going to feel satisfied after such a retaliation?" Ozan was enthusiastic. Andhra only with sharp eyes and full of anger.

"How different is it from you to the killer?"

"It's true I said that. But in the end you will get the same status as the person. He's a killer and..." Mr. Sholeh pointed to Ozan as well as Andhra "You are the same."

"They tortured my mother without mercy. They laughed at my mother's suffering. How painful is this heart." Andhra's breath is hunting. Cold sweat started coming out.

"Andhra." Mr. Sholeh was next to him. Holding Andhra's shoulders until they both stared. "When do you want it to be like this? This is the effect of your revenge. Resolve heart. Expand the feeling of airiness in the chest. You're gonna get stronger."

"Pak Sholeh is right. I must be strong in order to immediately subvert them. I've been patient all this time."

It seems that Mr. Sholeh's speech was misinterpreted. Or intentionally pretending not to understand. 

"Son!"

The ringing of the cell phone made everyone turn their heads.

"Hallo! Whaaat! I'll be home soon." Ozan looks panicked. Get the car keys and hurry up.

"Arinis. Gonna give birth." He said to Andhra.

Andhra took the car keys. "Let me drive this time." Fearing that Ozan lacks focus on the road ends up putting their lives at risk.

"You sure?" Because the last time driving, Andhra damaged all the plants in the garden Mr. Sholeh. Don't let it happen again.

"You underestimated me?" Andhra is ready in the steering wheel. Of course after saying goodbye to Mr. Sholeh.

"I still want to see my son's face. I'm the one who brought it." Grabbing the car keys again. Andhra sighed. Ozan's phone rings again.

"Hallo!" Andhra took back the key. "Arini's getting sick." Shouted Ozan.

Without a sound Andhra started the car and drove it smartly.

"Who's at home with Arini?"

"on its own. Because the people who used to help us go home. The day after tomorrow back."

"Stupid! Fasten your seat belt." Ozan did not answer when the car sped like an express train.

Arriving in front of Ozan's house. The door of the house is wide open. Arini looks on the floor wriggling by holding the stomach. His feet are covered in blood. Andhra's head turned.

Didn't I recover. Why...!

"Boss!"

To be continued