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CHAPTER 2. SERVING FOREIGN MEN

Suket teki. Sometimes it's a weed. Main plant disruptors. In the hands of a great man, he can be a medicine.

Mom hugged Lodi tightly. Tears are so heavy. Lodi returned the hug. Two women crying.

"Sir, forgive the mother who blamed you for not wanting to tell."

"That's it, Mom."

"Mom also blames you for not wanting polygamy. Just because you're polygamous, but you can be happy. Your problem is different."

"Mother ...."

"But, Nduk ...."

Mother looked at Lodi, then wiped away her stepson's tears. Lodi wiped away her mother's tears.

"But what, Mom?"

"Can't your sister give up? He's gone from your house. You two continue the household, even if it's heavy."

'Shit! Surely the two of them haven't talked about this.'

Lodi grumbled in his heart.

"Mother ...." Lodi hugged her mother. Close-fitting.

Mom returned Lodi's embrace.

"I'm sorry Lodi was forced to say this."

Dugs

Dugs

Dugs

"She's pregnant."

Argos ... Mom was screaming hysterically.

They both still hugged. I don't know who was more hurt.

Is Lodi, because her husband impregnated another woman?

Or mother, because her daughter is pregnant out of wedlock?

The suket teki swayed from the wind. Pak tani pulled it out, then threw it to the edge of the rice field.

Suket teki can indeed be used as herbal therapy. But if it grows in the middle of the rice, it still has to go.

***

"Sir."

Donate to Lodi at his batik stall. By ourselves. It was the first arrival after Lodi moved into the mother's house.

"What's up, Mom?" ask Lodi while continuing to arrange the batik pile.

'Duh, why is my heart still shaking against this man?' Lodi.

"I've proposed to Nada."

'I know, damn it. Keep what you want?' Lodi curses in the heart.

Oral Lodi not speaking. He remains busy tidying up the merchandise. The originals don't really need to be tidied up. Sometimes, people need camouflage movement when the force dies. You are too, right?

"Mother and father conditioned, I must tell mama."

Lodi slowed down her hand movements.

"of course. Then?"

The strong man did not immediately answer. While Lodi is not trying to find out what his ex wants.

"I .. can't take it."

Bruckk!

Lodi throws a pile of batik.

"You mean!?"

'Son's right. While doing, be willing.' Lodi curses in the heart.

"I want to ask you to help ...."

"Too you, Mum!"

Fall silent. He tapped the motor key onto the glass table.

"If you are the one who said it, surprise mama may be different," said Sumbang lirih.

Lodi took out a pile of batik cloth. Henceforth. Then it was thrown with all its might to the man in front of him.

"GO!"

"Mr ..." Zulaeka, the assistant was moved. He's known Lodi for a long time. Never before had this kind of rampage.

"I've been hurt by you. Don't you be too proud again!"

Stand up. "Sorry, I'm sorry."

Lodi's cry exploded. Zula soothes.

Walk to the parking lot. As much as possible hit an innocent helmet.

UHH!

"I'm really stupid. I only did it once. Once. Turns out the tail's not like this. SIAALL...."

***

"Lod, Ijab Nada so Sunday tomorrow?"

Lodi.

"It's yesterday. They're going to KUA. Gratitude in their home. I'm not strong at home."

Santi rubbed Lodi's back. Still remember in his mind when Sumbang and Lodi married, he became a committee. At that time, I had a baby. But for the sake of friends, what the hell is not?

"Oi ... I have a plan."

"What plan?"

"Take you to Petung Kriyono. Same with Umay."

"May? Does he know?"

"Just knew yesterday. I thought you told Umay."

Lodi. Umay, Santi and Lodi are the three best friends since Elementary School. I ended up studying in a different city. Umay in Jogja, they're both in Semarang.

Uh, Umay. The mother-daughter warned Lodi repeatedly.

"Kok you allow the same house tone to be Donated?"

"Why indeed?"

"Ipar is slander."

Umay then connected with a prophet's hadith. Lodi forgot the sound. But the crux of the advice, be careful with brother-in-law.

"Your parents, May. The tone will not. Sumbang is also not that type of man."

Nada lives with them because the place works closer. Only about 3 km. From the mother's place, about 10 km. Dingy.

Ah, had he listened to Umay's advice ....

"Lod, why are you quiet?"

"Kriyono people, yes. It looks fun."

Sunday morning the three of them hang out to Petung. Ustadz Ryan, Umay's husband as driver. Iqbal who is still a toddler is also invited.

At dawn they leave. The road to Petung is pretty steep too. Good thing with off-road cars.

"It turns out the brigade is beautiful too" said Santi.

Ryan and Iqbal sat in an angkringan stall. Santi, Umay and Lodi sit at the viewing post. The forest and the river were so clear under their feet.

"May, let me hear your words first" said Lodi.

Umay rubbed Lodi's back.

"At that time, I thought you were so stumpy. Fanatics."

"Ah, stop. It's all over. What matters is that you need to move on quickly. If necessary, find a replacement immediately. You agreed, didn't you, San?"

"Beres," said Santi, "do you want a bachelor, a widower without children or a widower with children?"

"Ih, you guys ...." Lodi gomasy.

Then the three laughed.

"Lod, by the way, how do you know?" ask Santi.

Lodi took a long breath.

"If you mind the story, don't answer it." Santi half answered the question.

"Ah, that's okay. I found a test pack in a garbage can. It's gone."

Umay and Santi listened.

"Well try, the peeper knows she's pregnant or not if not already."

"You need to ask Nada?"

Lodi. "I'm going to Mas Sumbang. Tone has no boyfriend. The man who is closest to Nada after the father ya Mas Sumbang. His expression instantly made me suspicious."

"Then?"

"I keep pushing Mas Sumbang. He finally confessed. I asked for a divorce. But Sumbang did not want to. He said what was done with Nada was an error. Yeah, I'm the one who's demanding a divorce."

"So Nada got married while pregnant?" ask Umay.

"Yes." Yeah."

"How lawful is it, May?" ask Santi.

"Many cross-opinions. Some say marriage is legal. It's just, kasian the kid. He has no inheritance from my father. It's also the guardian's right that she's a girl."

The wind in the mountains hit the faces of the three of them. Cold bites.

"I'm asking you guys for a favor, can I?" ask Lodi.

"Canaa ..." said the two in unison.

"Please go see my mom. Mom is sicker than me. Everyone blamed him. 'You anyway, allow Nada to stay together.' Others say, 'about Defective tone, marriage is not a rame-rame.'

"Beremy... "

Lodi's right hand held Santi's. Left hand with Umay.

Friendship is like a cocoon

Turning a caterpillar into a butterfly

Friendship don't be condoned

Smooth outside

Inside is so rough

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