SUKMA: The Deal With the Devil

Gossip

The next night, Mr. Risman sold again as usual. The cart and merchandise had been neatly prepared by Bu Inah. But something is different tonight. Until eight o'clock, there were no buyers.

Long enough Mr. Risman and Bu Inah patiently waiting for the arrival of buyers, finally there are also those who visit his angkringan. A man in a leather jacket sat on a bench, ordering a pecel of catfish to take home. Mr. Risman was relieved, got the first buyer tonight.

"Sir, I'd like to ask. That catfish pecel seller across the street doesn't sell, huh? He said he was suddenly crazy after being hit by your son yesterday" the buyer said casually. He did not feel awkward at all, because he had subscribed with Pak Risman catfish pecel for a long time.

"Oh, I don't know, yeah. Do you know where that news came from?" asked Mr. Risman with a faint smile.

"Who? Father does not know, yes, if the people around here again gosipin Father?" The buyer asked back.

Mr. Risman and Ms. Inah looked at each other. As a result of his busy work preparing all the merchandise, they do not even know the gossip in the community about their families. From the mouth of the first buyer, Ms. Inah also understood the cause of angkringan her husband deserted today.

"I don't know, sir. What are people gossiping about me? Feeling, I don't do anything weird. Even my son who hit the catfish seller across the street yesterday, I've already got the law," said Mr. Risman frowning.

"All right, I tell you. But you're the same mom don't be disappointed, huh?" said the man made sure.

Mr. Risman and Ms. Inah nodded quickly.

"Look, Sir. I heard it as late as last. People here say, if you do the same tricks catfish pecel across the street because it feels rivaled," explained the buyer.

Bu Inah immediately nodded. "Astaghfirullah, who said that?"

"I don't know, Mom. To be sure, the news I heard was like that" said the buyer.

"You better not ignore the rumors that are circulating. We never thought to turn off the efforts of other sellers, even ruining his life. We believe that Allah has determined the portion of everyone's sustenance. It is impossible for us to do vile things to other sellers" said Mr. Risman.

"After all, why are we diligent in prayer and fasting circumcision if sending ususual? It is the same as asking for help from the jinn and wishing God who has given us sustenance" said Bu Inah reassured, while handing over the black crackle containing the order of the buyer.

"Yes, Mom. I also believe, Father alike Mother could not do that. Therefore, I still want to buy catfish pecel made by Mr." said the buyer with a friendly smile. "Then I go home first."

After the buyer left, Mr. Risman and Ms. Inah began discussing the rumors circulating at this time. Of course, they do not want if until the angkringan quiet continuously. The only livelihood of Mr. Risman should not be extinguished as well as the angkringan owned by Mr. Jaka.

"We are slandered again, sir," said Ms. Inah with a lethargic face.

"If Dedek had not committed violence yesterday by selling catfish pecel across the street, this kind of gossip would not have existed" Mr. Risman said.

"Finally you are too patient and naive, so Dedek can not stand to make the same calculation of the person. After all, Dedek is young, his emotions are still unstable," Ms. Inah argued. "Mother also understood very well, Dedek's actions could not be justified."

"And now, our efforts are getting rubberized. You don't know what else to do if until our angkringan is lonely."

"There must be a way out, sir. Perhaps it is true, the seller across the street has been sending menggudun use with the Father until his efforts to destroy us, thwarted by Dedek. Therefore, the user sent to the Father turned to himself. You still remember what happened in Indramayu, right? The same mother of the brothers Father lost to desperately fight Dedek, until his brother Father was paralyzed," explained Bu Inah.

"But now the situation is different, ma'am," said Mr. Risman. "People here don't necessarily all believe the same occult thing. If we share with buyers, it will be of no use. We have no proof that the seller across the street can lose his sanity not because of us."

"Therefore, we can break the conviction of those who accuse us of indulgence. After all, there is no evidence they want to accuse us of doing so," said Bu Inah.

Meanwhile, Sukma, who was sentenced to stay at home until tomorrow, could only reflect. His mind was still fixed on the chatter of people passing in front of Mr. Risman's house. Some of them are heard talking about the efforts of Mr. Risman who uses the drug. Sukma who was angry to hear it, could not do anything because it was supervised by the mother so as not to leave the house at that time.

Now, Sukma is thinking hard to stop this rumor that is not clear of its origin. Mr. Jaka who has lost his sanity, impossible to talk well. He and Atikah needed to visit the residence of the seller pecel lele once again. Who knows his family knows Mr. Jaka sent a witch, thought Sukma.

On the next day, early in the morning Sukma asked Atikah to take him again to Pak Jaka's house. As before, Atikah did not want to reason that it was still too early and a lot of homework had not been done. However, Sukma's impatience is stronger than his sister's rejection. Finally, they went to Pak Jaka's residence.

"We need to first" said Sukma in a hurry to pull Atikah's hand.

Hurry the two of them towards the residence of Mr. Jaka. The cold still felt bone-chilling, Atikah did not wear a jacket before her sister took her away. Every now and then, he sees a fried seller and is tempted to fill the stomach first.

"Sir, buy some reinforcements first, yuk! Teteh laper," said Atikah. "Lagain, relax a little bit is the way. Maybe now the busy mother takes care of her grandson again washing clothes or cleaning the house. The time is not right for us to go there."

"But Dedek peg gossip circulating in the community soon ended. He is the only witness who can turn slander on to our families" Sukma said. "Initially Dedek has been lazy to move house again because of being slandered. It used to be mending, defamed for money. Now dapet what try? Which even makes the business of the Father die."

"Okay, Teteh got it. But what if later the mothers even digbebela her husband? Not everyone is as naive as you, Dek. It could be, right, his wife also wants your business to fail," Atikah warned.

Sukma stopped his steps, then looked at the older brother. "Keep, what do we do, Tea? The time we want to see your business destroyed because the gossip is not clear?"

"We ask directly to the fathers who have become crazy. Who knows, right, if diingetin same sin, he was sane again," proposed Atikah with confidence.

Sukma laughed out loud at his brother's advice. "If so, Teteh became a madman first. Keep asking the same gentlemen, what really has sent us to our father?"

"Bg ... Teth seriously, you know! Teteh believes in the same ability of Dedek, can make ODGJ talk honestly too," Atikah said with a frowning face.

"Teh, Dedek is not a psychiatrist. If you want the fathers to be sane and dare to speak honestly, we just take it to RSJ, continue to take medicine. That is true," Sukma said with a chuckle.

"Didih, really bad if you have to take that person to RSJ mah. Anyway, we are ready for him, to the extent that he wants to enter the RSJ everything? Money for the treatment we don't have."

"Well, if so, we should go to the fathers' house, keep talking to his wife. Hopefully the mother understands our complaints," said Sukma, continuing his journey.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at Pak Jaka's house. Arriving there, they were greeted by the anxious face of Pak Jaka's wife. He sent the two brothers into the house, then presented a glass of water. Before expressing the purpose of his arrival, Atikah warned Sukma to mince words until he found the right point to ask about Mr. Jaka.

"Have twice come here nyariin Father. Actually, what do you have to do, huh, with him?" ask Pak Jaka's wife in curiosity.

"Look, Mom. We just want to ask, since when did you sell pecel lele?" atikah asked, holding back Sukma's words for a moment before coming out of his mouth.

"Actually it has been a long time, anyway, just moving around a lot," replied Pak Jaka's wife casually.

"Oh, so, yeah. By the way, why do you like to move around, huh? Have you found a suitable place yet?" ask Atikah again.

"I don't understand either. He likes the same name of people pinter about the business that is lived. About the place, until the time to open a business also like the nuances first," explained Pak Jaka's wife casually. "Maybe now he's apes, so keep on fidgeting."

"Oh, yeah. Now where's the father, huh, Mom? How do you not look?" asked Sukma, starting to get anxious to express the purpose of his arrival.

"I locked up my father in the room. From yesterday the screaming was not clear. By the way digress," replied the woman with a sad face.

"Mom, do you not suspect that you had time to do a gift or send a utility to a rival?" sukma asked began to open the purpose of his arrival.

"Ah, if that's me .. I'm not sure. I know, you rarely worship. But about that, I never wondered. Just ... some time ago, I accidentally saw him naburin frankincense powder brought from a pinter in a rival business field," explained Mr. Jaka's wife.

Sukma nodded in reverence. "Mom knows? That was the cause of our father being sickly lately, even had been hospitalized!" said.

Pak Jaka's wife was stunned to hear Sukma's statement. His eyes widened, as if he could not believe the words of the young girl before him. Sometimes the woman shook her head slowly, trying to refrain from being rash in defending her husband.

Meanwhile, outside Pak Jaka's house appears a man dressed in serbahitam is watching Sukma. He was an agent of Mbah Kasiman, who spread the obscure gossip to the community. Apparently Mbah Kasiman wanted to see how far the young girl who would be the source of his death was solving the problem.