SUKMA: The Deal With the Devil

Arrival of Arini

Morning dawned. Bu Inah had been busy taking Sukma to the pavilion terrace. However, the little girl continued to whine while holding her hair. His entire body trembled, especially when he saw the scissors in his mother's hand. He was sure, his dreadlocks would be cut again by Bu Inah as usual. Really, Sukma could not bear to imagine the pain he would suffer as long as Bu Inah cut his hair.

"Come, Deck! You have to get a haircut first," asked Bu Inah, this time his tone was higher as if he could not wait to handle his youngest daughter.

"No way, Mom. Let my hair be like gini," whined Sukma, laying his body to the floor.

"Is Derek not ashamed? If Dedek's hair is kayak gini, it will be maintained with friends at school. Later Dedek in the case of a child again kebel you know."

"Wildamah! Dedek doesn't care! Dedek just doesn't want to get sick!" sukma shouted, rolling on the floor, her cries getting louder.

Bu Inah let out a long sigh, impatiently facing Sukma who was getting fussy. A wall clock showing at half-seven. For a moment Bu Inah thought, how to get Sukma to cut his hair and not make him late to work at Hilman's house.

In the midst of Bu Inah's confusion, Mr. Risman came from the kitchen. With a beaming face, the man was ready to work arranging the garden of Hilman's house. However, immediately the look on Mr. Risman's face faded when he saw Sukma crying on the floor. Soon he held his daughter and wiped away the little girl's tears.

"Eh .. Why is Dedek crying so early in the morning? Dedek's pretty face is so ugly" said Mr. Risman in a soft voice.

"My-Mother ... Bad mother, sir," said Sukma as he pleased.

Mr. Risman glared at his wife. According to him, forcing children to obey the will of parents is not the right thing. Madam Inah only frowned without even saying a word. His frustration with Sukma has reached ubun-ubun.

"This mother, if you want to cut Dedek's hair was persuaded by dong," said Mr. Risman.

"Mother has persuaded him well, sir, but Dedek is even more fussy. I understand very well, Dedek likes to hurt every hair cut. This time I will cut it slowly, really," explained Bu Inah in a lethargic tone.

"But it still hurts, ma'am," Sukma said, then cried again as loudly as he could.

"Cup cup cup .. already, already. If Dedek cry, his face becomes worse," persuaded Mr. Risman trying to calm his daughter.

Shortly after, Atikah came from the room holding a bag. He was ready to go to school. He kissed the hands of his parents. Before heading to the terrace, he stroked Sukma's feet until his sister turned her head.

"Dedek don't cry anymore, yeah. Poor Mother and Father, they become late for work if Dedek cry continues," said Atikah.

"But Dedek did not want to cut his hair," said Sukma as he cried.

"If Dedek does not want to be cut hair, it will be samperin same granny serem again loh."

Sukma was pensive for a moment, imagining the face of an old woman who came to his dream when lazy to teach.

"Dedek does not want to be sampled with the grandmothers again, right?"

Sukma. "Dedek is not afraid of the grandmothers, Teh. Now Dedek is brave."

"Already, Atikah. You should immediately go to school, you will have bad luck," said Bu Inah interjected.

Atikah obeyed her mother, then rushed to the terrace and put on her shoes. Meanwhile, Mr. Risman and Bu Inah looked at each other, thinking of Sukma who was still difficult to persuade to cut his hair.

"That's it, Mom. Later if the Sukma Deck is calm, we persuade again to cut hair," proposed Mr. Risman.

"But, sir, today Dedek must go to school. Pity him for coming to school with such disheveled hair. You also know, right, if his hair is combed even more tangled," said Bu Inah with a clear face.

"Yes, for today, her hair is tied up first, keep wearing a veil. That way, Dedek will not be made fun of other friends," suggested Mr. Risman.

"Good idea" said Bu Inah.

"Dedek doesn't want to wear a veil, sir. Sultry," chirped Sukma while holding her hair.

"How do you want Dedek?" asked Mr. Risman, lowering Sukma from his carrier.

Instead of answering Mr. Risman, he ran towards Hilman's house. Bu Inah looked anxious, considering that Farah would be furious to see Sukma enter his house without permission. As soon as possible, Bu Inah and Pak Risman ran after Sukma.

Meanwhile, Sukma laughed entering the living room of Hilman's residence. Without hesitation, he climbed the sofa and jumped up and down in excitement. Bu Inah and Mr. Risman immediately entered to reach Sukma. However, their arrival was quickly defeated by Farah, who had caught Sukma's mischievous behavior first.

"Heh, Fetish Boy! Get off my couch. Hurry along!" snapped Farah with a high shrill voice.

"You can't do this, huh, take care of the kid? If not, why have two children? Hurry up and take your kids away!" farah's nagging while shaking her waist.

Sukma is still jumping on the sofa. Bu Inah seemed overwhelmed to catch his daughter who laughed while moving around the jumping place. The little girl occasionally stuck out her tongue, making fun of the mother who was unable to handle it.

"Sir, please, come down right now" said Ms. Inah.

"No way," said Sukma.

Farah's patience was over the horns, especially when she heard the little girl's words. He approached Sukma, then pushed him from the sofa to his knees and hit the table. Bu Inah gasped at her mistress' treatment of Sukma. Immediately he helped his daughter to get up, then carried her.

Meanwhile, Mr. Risman was flabbergasted to see a sofa that had been dirty due to his daughter's behavior. He did not expect, Sukma will do the senakal after missing for a week. With a long sigh, the middle-aged man approached Farah.

"Mom, please forgive my daughter's behavior. Please understand, Sukma Deck is still small," said Mr. Risman pleaded, with a slightly bent body.

"God .. I don't care! Want her a little cake, want it big, cake. Anyway I do not like, yes, if your children are looking for a commotion here," Farah's cerocos glared at Mr. Risman and Ms. Inah. "Don't you guys see? The sofa got dirty because of that bad boy!"

Mr. Risman and Ms. Inah bowed in lethargy. However, Sukma's behavior is wrong. Ms. Inah, who used to have the power to refute Farah's accusations, now cannot look her employer in the eye at all because of shame.

Amidst the tense atmosphere, Hilman and Albi came from the living room. They seem ready to do their job today. When he saw Mr. Risman and Bu Inah bowing in a doldrums before Farah, the two stopped for a moment.

"What's this?" ask Hilman curiously.

"Well, look at Papa's favorite servant! He's getting here. As if entering our house, dirty the sofa again. You know, right, today Aunt Arini and my crafting friends are coming here?" clearly Farah was furious.

"Yes, but don't overdo it. Poor Dek Sukma, he was a child" said Hilman trying to calm his wife.

"Ah, this Papa is just like them. As long as I stay here, no one supports me at all. Never mind, you better go now, bad luck. I'm going to argue with Papa" said Farah, folding her hands together.

Hilman just grunted to hear the words of his wife. Albi's hand fell, then patted Mr. Risman's shoulder briefly to understand the nature of his wife.

After Hilman and her son left, Farah still stared intently at Mr. Risman and Ms. Inah. Of course, it makes Sukma even more annoyed. When Farah's gaze was directed at Sukma, the little girl stuck out her tongue as if she was mocking her anger.

"The child does not know yourself! Want me to hit?" snapped Farah raised her hand.

"I beg you, Mom. Please don't hit my son. Let us punish him" asked Mr. Risman, standing before Farah.

"Well, today I forgive you. If once again your children do the same, I will not hesitate to throw you out. Understood?"

Mr. Risman and Ms. Inah nodded. Sukma, who was still upset about Farah's harsh treatment, turned his head for a while and stuck his tongue out at the employer of his parents. Realizing Sukma's infuriating attitude, Bu Inah embraces her daughter's shoulder as she breezes out of Hilman's residence.

Along with the departure of Mr Risman's family from the magnificent house, a white sedan car stopped in the yard. An old woman with a red blazer paired with a black span skirt came out of the car. His short hair was already filled with gray hair, but his body was still as sturdy as an adult in general. Charisma-filled, the woman sauntered towards Hilman's house.

From the front door of the house, Farah seemed to welcome her aunt. He quickly approached the old woman.

"Australian Arini!" farah ran over to her aunt.

The old woman spread out both hands, as if welcoming the nephew warmly. Farah was very pleased with the arrival of her aunt whom she had not seen for five years.

Meanwhile, Sukma, who had walked quite far from Hilman's residence, suddenly turned around. Seeing the stinky old woman figure just coming, Sukma became reminded of something. To alleviate her curiosity, the little girl ran towards Hilman's house regardless of the calls of her parents.

Farah realizes her aide's son is back at her house. Immediately he glared at Sukma, trying to keep the little girl from approaching him. However, Sukma remained adamant to know the figure of Arini closer.

"Why are you here? Go home!" hardik Farah was furious.

Regardless of Farah's words, Sukma stood before Arini with a probing gaze. Arini's wrinkled skin can not prevent Sukma to recognize who exactly the old woman's osok. After a long time of remembering, Sukma finally opened his mouth.

"Oh, you're Aunt Farida's sister, yes. Pantesan I feel I've seen," Sukma chirped with the look of a crisp face.

Hearing the little girl's words, Arini's body immediately felt cold hot. He threw his face away while swallowing. Deep down, there was a sense of worry about revealing the true identity he had been hiding from Farah's extended family.