PELLET THE MIDWIFE

Chapter 4. Ajian Pellet

I was crying all day in my room. Moist eyes, swollen cheeks and a flushed nose. I don't know how many wipes I've spent.

"Wes to, Pus! Just another mistress! You are beautiful, many beautiful. I'm tired of rejecting them." Mom kept comforting me.

"But I love only Fadli, ma'am. She was my first love, hiks .. hiks ..." My crying became even more when I mentioned Fadli's name.

"Yo wes, there's no other way, come with me!"

Mom pulled my hand until I got out of bed. "Where are you going, Mom? Wes night iki," I asked in wonder.

"You want Fadli to love you, to?"

"Let's go" I replied as I followed Mom's hasty steps.

"Then, look at Mom!" Mom pulled my hand up to the side of the motorcycle.

"Wait for what else? Come aboard!" Tell mom while glaring at me.

"Yes, Mom." I answered slowly. In my heart I asked, where will you take me? Is it Fadli's house? Was this badah.

The motor drove in the dark of the night. Mom started to increase the speed of the bike, making me anxious. Not afraid that we'll fall, but I'm afraid that you'll take me to the house of Fadli.

"Stop ... Ma!" I pulled my mother's shirt from behind, until the button came off. The motor immediately stopped. "What's up, to? Look at me almost naked because of you," Mom's sniffles while re-stitching her shirt buttons.

"Where are we going? Don't tell me you want to go to Fadli's?"

many ensure.

"What are we there for? After this Fadli will come to you home," I said with confidence. I don't know what he's planning.

There's no other way, I'll go this time. Itung-itung manut same old man. Who knows what Mom said came true, I'm the lucky one.

At the intersection of the village road, the motorbike we were driving turned to the right. A road I rarely walk. Not many people live in the area.

The door of the house was closed, because it was already night. Very quiet and dark. I even started to feel horrified. Mother drove the motor to the house located far off the road.

As long as I live and live in the village of Sumbersari, this is the first time I have come to that house. "Whose house is this, Mom?" tanyaku seriously. Instead of replying, Mother groped my arm until we walked into the yard.

We left the motorcycle on the side of the road. Many large boulders lay along the road to the house. Mother does not dare to lung, because bruised used due day still not fully healed. How about falling again? it's gonna get worse later.

"Assalamu'alaikum ... Mbah!"

From the way the mother calls the owner of the house, can be sure if they already know each other.

Twice the call, and the wooden door opened.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," sounds authentic from within. A twilight-aged man opened the door while smiling full of mystery.

"Come, in!" Invite the Grandfather.Without hesitation, Mother immediately entered following the footprints of the man in black clothes. There was no other choice, I followed their steps.

The house is in a state of desolation. Does this old man live alone?

If true, once two women like us dare to enter a man's house when the night is getting late like this.

I watched the old body in front of us. As I thought, what am I afraid of an old man like him? Once pushed, this old grandfather must have fallen down. I unconsciously laughed at the delusion in my mind.

"What's wrong with you, Pus? What's so funny?" Mom's eyes glared perfectly. Makes me end my laughter immediately and shut my mouth as much as possible.

"You guys, bring the picture?" asked Grandpa while looking at me unnaturally. Makes me uncomfortable.

"Aren't you, Pus?" Mom asked while nudging my shoulder.

"Opone to, Mom?" my question is not to understand.

"Foto's Fadli, Pus," Mother replied.

Fadli's picture? Why do you need a picture of him? Wh-wh-what for? I stared at the faces of the two humans before me in turn. They looked back meaningfully.

"For what, Mom?" ask again.

"What are you doing, To? Do you want Fadli to fall in love with you?"

What is the relationship between photos and falling in love? I'm trying to digest. Is this maybe a question of science? So, this Grandpa is a shaman. Quickly from the beginning of entering the house, my nose has smelled the smell of frankincense.

Why did Mom take me to the shaman? Is Mom that desperate? If you think about it, what mom does has a point, too. How could Fadli turn to me, while his girlfriend alone is that pretty.

All right, there's no other way but to kill Mom.

"This, Mbah!" I thrust a cell phone at Mbah the shaman. He said it doesn't matter the photos from the phone screen. The important thing is that the Mbah can know what the face of a man will be in incantations.

"Sorry, Mbah. If I may know, whose name is Mbah?" I just want to know the name of the Mbah of my god of love, let's call it easy.

"Slamet," he answered briefly.

"Oh, Slamet ... Slamet ..." I said as if mocking the name.

"Hush ...!" Mom shook my head until I was a little bit smelly.

"Don't head to, Mom! Here a lot of speech dangdut song, later if lost can no longer do this child," grumbled me while stroking the head a little sore.

"So, Mbak Puspa asked to be united with Fadli? ask Mbah Slamet.

"Blogo ... Do you know my name?" many wonder. Is he cluttering it? I don't even remember my full name at all.

"Who to .. who does not know Puspa Maharani?" He said while looking flirtatiously at me.

There is pride in my heart, I am famous not only among young people. Mbah Slamet proof.

"Musti seneng dangdutan, Mbah iki. Yo to, Mbah ?"

I'm interested in flirting with this old man. It seems like a breakup makes my brain a little agile, so even old men I am tempted.

"Once in a while amuse yourself, papa, to?" his reply.

"Later if Puspa gig, do not forget in sawer yo, Mbah!"

Turns out Mbah Slamet is funny too, connect in conversation.

"Wes, ojo talk dangdutan! Iki piye lo, Mbah. Ajiany?" I look upset, I want to be given a lesson even he who is impatient.

"Here, it's ready! Plant it in front of Fadli's house!" Mbah Slamet said while giving a small package.

"Opo Iki, Mbah?" I tried to open the package out of curiosity.

"Hush, don't open it, lose the benefits!" Mbah Slamet patted the back of my hand abruptly, leaving me shocked. Is that as bad as the consequences? until he looks nervous.

"You're Lo, Pus. What is opo arusake to?" Mom grumbling. How else would that little package make me wonder.is it possible to have nails? or razor? But this is not san**t.

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Until the morning, I was still confused by the package. How do I plant it in a fadli yard?

The house was never in a state of desolation. Understandably who have a house is Pak Lurah, it is certain that every day there will be many people visiting there.

I have to act at night so I don't get caught. If anyone sees it, they can. Not the love of Fadli that I got, I was even in the arak around the village by residents.

"Pus, what are you doing there?" Anita's voice roused me from the daydream.

"Why are you here early in the morning?" I asked back with a sharp tone.

"Why did you rent, came the moon?"

Anita sat down next to me.

I accidentally didn't tell Anita about the town woman. He can't keep a secret, talking to him is the same as talking to the people of one village.

"I'm here to tell you, Great Man. Said we got a gig job outside the area, you gotta come!"

Anita spoke at length about the job that we rarely get.it's a very good opportunity. Who knows if there are producers who see my talent, it's good if I'm on contract.

"Of course I'm coming. When?"

"One week from now,"

"All right," I answered briefly. I'm lazy to talk right now.my mind is only on the package from Mbah Slamet.

"There, Home!" I forced to expel Anita. Otherwise, he would linger at home. It has been a long-standing habit, the girl will not go home if she has not eaten the rice pecel made by Mother.

"But, Pus" he said as he stared into the house.

"Nothing but, I want to go out with Mom," I lied.

"What a shame, even though I haven't eaten lo, Pus," he said, but I wasn't consumed by his appeal. "Here, buy some pecel rice at another stall!"

I gave him a ten thousand note.

"Your staff, Pus!" He finally left while continuing to grumble.

Evening has arrived. I walked face-to-face towards the yard of Mr. Lurah's house. With a knife in hand, I kept watching the surroundings. Since the parcel must be in the grave I must carry a weapon to dig, is it impossible to carry a hoe?

What I did this time was truly a desperate and dangerous act. How else, all for the love of Fadli.

He had to leave that city woman and be mine. Have I become an actor? Seems like. The mythical path actor is more precise.  How else, I don't have enough capital to seize it directly.

After making sure it was safe, I quickly dug the ground under a fairly shady flower tree. According to the instructions of Mbah Slamet. That way no one will suspect.

It didn't take long to bury an object the size of that candy wrapper. When I finished, I immediately left Mr. Lurah's house. Surprisingly, in the darkness of the night I felt no fear at all. Is it because I've been conspiring with the jinn that they're my friends now?

I returned to settle into the motorbike that I deliberately parked a little far from Fadli's house, to minimize the risk of being caught.

when I got home, I reported it to Mom.

"Mom, I've planted the parcel in Fadli's yard, what's next?"

"Patience, Puspa! We wait until tomorrow morning" he replied in a relaxed tone.

Don't know what we've done? Is this an alliance with the subtle-creatures? From the explanation of Mbah Slamet, there will be no adverse effects from this ritual, other than Fadli who will continue to stick to me.

I hope what he said was true. Anyway, I don't want anyone to get hurt.

"Where do you know about Mbah Slamet?" Since last night I was curious, but this morning I can just ask Mom directly.

"Mother has known him for a long time, many villagers also come there every time there is a problem" Mother said while frying fish.

The crane!

The crane!

I heard a phone ringing from my room, and I rushed to get it.

"Fadei?" Overshipped. It was Fadli who called. What is a slamet Mbah pellet?

"Assynoltom, Fadli. What's up?"

I tried to talk as normally as possible, so that he wouldn't realize that I was expecting it.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, what are you doing, Pus? Am I interrupting?"

"I'm helping you cook, Fad. What's up, huh?"

"What, can we meet?"

A sentence that I had very much later finally came out of Fadli's mouth. "Can," I answered flatly. Intentionally not to sound cheap.

"Later in the afternoon, I'll pick you up, okay?"

"All right."

With a flowering heart, I closed the phone. I soared with excitement, my reflexes swayed while humming ria. Thank you Mbah Slamet, your pellet study is very effective.