Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission
299. Night Events Selamatan
The next day we prepared to cook, after yesterday afternoon Sari Mbak, Bi Sari, and also mother peeling potatoes and also trade, Because also helped peel the onions until his eyes were red and today he no longer wants to do the task, prefer to go to play bike with Widi along with the little children in this village.
"Don't go far Wid bring Abang Gara!" I asked as they both rode the bike, half shouting because we were quite far away.
"Ready, Brother! Play in the field!" widi shouted from a distance.
"Yes, when it's hot come home!" I shouted again, Azka who was in the lap jumped up and down while shouting as if calling her brother.
"Yes, Brother!" widi replied shouting back, then the two children left on their bicycles. Azka who had been shouting was now crying ignored by her brother, so fast that she made the mother who was in the kitchen run towards us.
"Azka why?" mother asked looking worried, probably because she heard Azka screaming just now. Azka did not want to stay on my lap, struggling like she wanted to catch up with her brother.
"Here, 'cause it went with Widi. I want to come along." I laughed a little at Azka's behavior now, she cried even looks funny to me. Imagine if this child could walk or run maybe his brother could not go to play.
"Okay, pity Kaka. Kaka wants to come with Brother, huh?" ask mom as she approaches us. Azka slightly eased her crying, extending a hand towards mother.
"You want a fat granny?" mother asked, as she extended her hand to Azka. This boy did not stop his crying, spoiled once if together with the grandmother. Sobbing, but no more tears.
Mother took Azka and carried her, although often the mother was sick, but she never complained if she carried Azka.
"Grandma's granddaughter came to the kitchen, I'll see mimih" said the mother. Mimih is a grandmother's call to Bi Sari. Not to be called a grandmother because she was young, so she asked to be called Mimih by my two sons.
Mother took the rag that was on me, carried Azka and made her comfortable in front of her body, then went inside the house. I followed, Because there was nothing, Azka with mother, I chose to join in the kitchen and help as I could.
Three of our neighbors were in the kitchen, had their own duties, there was an aunt and also Mbak Sari, the driver and my husband were burning satay with charcoal and fanning it. It smells good that food. Satay is not served in rice blessing, but to be eaten by others who help here.
"Duh, the casep. Saha ieu tea? His saha son?" One mother seduced Azka, gently shook my son's hand and invited him to speak. Azka just tilted her head and looked at the middle-aged woman of her mother's age who was now sitting while holding the ginger in her hand.
"Meuni casep pisan, ieu mah looks like sareng rama na, nya," said the woman, who said that my son is handsome and similar to Arga.
"Indeed similar to his father, there is nothing similar to his mother," said the mother while laughing while glancing at me. As far as it feels, my son is more similar to his father than I am, only the eyes are the same round, the rest is more on the face of the father.
"Kasep, it's the same Uwak, will you?" the woman asked as she stretched out her hand, wanting to carry Azka. The ginger he had just kept on the tray.
Azka already understood, she brushed off the woman's hand while shouting 'ah' which meant to refuse. It was not easy for Azka to accept a stranger who wanted to get close and carry her.
I helped as much as I could, Azka was a henchman with her mother. Onions that have been peeled in blenders, candlenuts and so on as well, are mashed separately.
Time passed, everyone here looked busy, in the afternoon came mamang and his daughter who was the biggest helped the unfinished work.
After Ashar mamang went to another house inviting to this villa after Magrib later. We make a blessing dish of up to seventy, the more that come will be the better. We invited about fifty-five to sixty people, the rest who knew someone brought a child we would give as well, if there is still left, we will give it to neighbors who cannot attend.
The wide guest room became a gathering place for invited guests, it was prepared from afternoon. The sofa is removed and holds a large carpet for the seating area, some of which come and choose to be on the terrace. Alhamdulillah, the living room is full and also on the terrace are many people, Mamang thought all the invited many were present, some people who did not come. There were also the children they had brought, now sitting beside their fathers.
Our event tonight went smoothly with the help of ustadz who came and helped pray, the villa rescue and also asked for prayers for my second pregnancy, he said, also as a place of contact with neighbors and other citizens. Expect to be kept away from disasters and unwanted things, and launched nutrition and health for our family members.
After the event is over, everything is resolved quickly, not wanting to have to postpone it and work for tomorrow. Everything was moving fast the night was almost too late.
Azka was a little fussy, looking once if she was already sleepy.
"Mom, where's Arga going?" ask my mom when I don't see my husband there and help.
"The same mother helped send blessings to another house" replied the mother. The hand that began to wrinkle was cleaning the rest of the snacks that had been served.
"Oh, yes, I have. Come to the room first," I said.
"Eh, Yu. That's the money that made the shopping yesterday there's still left over" reported the mother.
"Already for mothers only, share also with others who have helped. Set the same mother who deserves how much, if it can be more, later if less Ayu added," said I.
"I guess there is no need to add any more, this is still good left. Later I will talk again with Bi Sari," said the mother again. I nodded and said goodbye to my mother. Don't forget mom gave a good-night kiss to her fussy granddaughter.
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Yuk, stop by here gaes. The work of one of Othor's friends.
