Old Virgin Santet

Javanese Gamelan...

Women flocked to Puspa's garden. They were angry when they saw the husbands treating Puspa like a queen. Sukarni is in charge of protecting Puspa, Mudin is in charge of fanning the woman and many other tasks are carried out by the men in Maneh Village. The women who had been ignited by emotions also shouted calling the names of their husbands while shaking their waists.

Puspa shook from his seat. The woman even sweetened her seat and one hand supported her chin. Whether intentionally or not, the girl calls Jaka to feed him a drink. Jaka's wife immediately ignited emotions. The woman further accelerated her pace and as soon as she arrived at the cottage. She screamed loudly to Jaka but her husband did not care.

“Kang, are you here? Let's go home!” call Jaka's wife but her husband stares sharply at her making Jaka's wife take a few steps back.

“Have finished screaming? If so, go home! Just interrupt!” Puspa smiled mockingly making the wives do not stay silent.

They approached Puspa in a crowd about to grab the woman but unfortunately, the husbands had prevented them from touching Puspa.

“Who are you? Why do you treat our husbands like slaves?” ask Udin's wife.

Puspa chuckled, “Who treats your husband like a slave? I didn't tell but they themselves did it with pleasure.”

“What do you love our husband? Don't you play shaman huh?”

“Heh, watch your talk! You accuse Neng Puspa of playing shaman even though you yourself are playing shaman let me want to marry you.”

Glegs…

Puspa smiled wider, “Do not twist the facts, Mothers. Situ who plays shaman kok even turn me!”

“Go back! hus...hus...hus.....” Getting rid of Puspa is like expelling a chicken.

The women turned back and went home grumbling. They wondered about Puspa to the villagers. After that, the mothers visited the Puspa house and saw the shape of the house is very ordinary does not look rich. They also wonder.

While in the garden, Mr. Jarwo came with his gardener. The man walked up straight and wanted to show who was there. But the workers of his garden instead ignored his arrival in to the Puspa bun.

“So this is your real nature? Already no new boss, old boss forgotten?” asked Mr. Jarwo staring one by one the workers.

Puspa smiled sweetly at Mr. Jarwo, “Sorry, Kang. I borrowed them for a while to show the location of the garden for sure because only this time I came here.” Puspa's mendayu-dayu sound beautiful in Mr. Jarwo's ears.

The man approached, they shook hands long enough because Mr. Jarwo was reluctant to let go of the soft hand.

After getting acquainted, Mr. Jarwo chose to sit next to Puspa. He told me many things from the garden to the private realm of Puspa. Of course the woman answered all the questions smoothly and full of temptation.

“Sorry, Sisang. It's noon, I go home first.” Puspa got up from his seat and walked followed by the men.

“Can I stop by Dik Puspa's house?” the woman turned her head with a smile, “Please, Kakang! I wait!”

Puspa cook a lot and then serve on the mat. The men sat around including Mr. Jarwo. They ate voraciously and then after eating, the men were asked to wash the dishes by Puspa. Without rebuttal, the men did all the housework like women while Puspa sat on the porch fanned by Mudin.

The citizens who saw so wondered and then reported to their respective homes. The wives were re-ignited with emotion when they heard the citizens' reports about their husbands. Only Iyem chose to sleep again with his children rather than desperately looking for Sukarni.

Their eyes widened to see the magical scenery in the Puspa house. Even Mr. Jarwo to sit on the floor while stomping Puspa's feet. The mothers approached the fence of the Puspa house.

“Kang, why do you take care of people's homes? At home, you never do any housework. Why are you willingly doing all this?”

“Iya, Kang. You should be like this at home, not here. Why are you tired of other women's houses while at home you never help me. Who is your wife she or I?” ask the other woman to her husband who is sweeping the yard.

Byur…

Jaka who was watering the plants suddenly watered the mothers who stood outside the fence. They run around avoiding the flush from Jaka while cursing the man. Puspa laughed out loud while applauding.

“If you are like this where they feel at home! Hus...hus...go there!” puspa's words made the women curse the woman. Puspa did not care, he grew louder laughing.

After cleaning the house, Puspa told all the men to go home. Without rebuttal, the men went home to each other including Mr. Jarwo. Arriving home, the men again upset their wives for being bullied by the children while they slept.

“You at home the woman does not complain tired but play with her own child you complain tired.” Jaka's wife protest.

While at Iyem's house, Sukarni also slept in the room while Iyem was in the kitchen with the child. Iyem chose silence. He did not want to demand an answer to what he heard today from the citizens.

Night approaching…

As usual, Iyem prepared a simple dinner on the table. It's hard to get out of the room after a shower without talking. He ate without much talking. His son is also not fussy because the clock is this time the child has fallen asleep due to satiety. After eating, Sukarni sat on the terrace smoking. Suddenly, his ears heard the sound of a very melodious Javanese gamelan then he stood out from the house. The man did not turn his head in the slightest back where Iyem stood staring at the departure of her husband.

The men returned to visit Puspa's house and as usual, they were again treated to a variety of delicious foods that were appetizing. They ate voraciously while hearing the gamelan game played by Puspa.

From the top of the hill, Larasati smiled with satisfaction at the sound of the gamelan. The woman returned to the cave and took a straw statue that had been written his name. Larasati's mouth was muttering holding the statue then he blew his breath into the statue's stomach.

“Now it's your turn, Sukarni!”

Fuuuih….

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