SUKMA: The Deal With the Devil

Moving House Plan

Ms. Ratmi stared at Hilman for quite a while. Doubt still roiled his heart. Nevertheless, the experience of earning money from Mr. Jumadi, defeated all the goodness shown by Hilman. Soon he picked up the suitcase, then threw it into the yard.

Seeing the harsh reaction his sister-in-law showed, Hilman was flabbergasted. "Why banished, Tea?"

"Just give the money to RSJ! I don't want to take money from that ngipri!" sulk Bu Ratmi stared intently at Hilman.

"But, Tea. Teteh also needs money for Mas Burhan's tahlilan fee, "persuade Hilman with a puffy face, then pick up a black suitcase containing the money.

"I still have a lot of money left over from my husband. I can wear that. After all, is it appropriate for people who associate with God like us to hold holy events? It is clear that the life of every perpetrator of the sacrifice will be enslaved in the supernatural, it is useless to ask God for help for the dead," said Ms. Ratmi pitched sniffly while folding both hands.

"Teh, at least our prayers will ease Mas Burhan. May God forgive him."

"No, no! I am ashamed to ask for His help after fellowship with the devil." Ms. Ratmi bowed lethargicly, clenching her hands together. "Here you go, you don't have to persuade me anymore. Take the money away and leave me alone."

"All right, I'm not going to make it, Tea. If Teteh does not believe, I have given this money to the scavenger. Thank God, he's okay, Tea. It is precisely today that the scavenger is working in our house," explained Hilman trying to convince his brother-in-law.

Hearing Hilman's explanation, Ms. Ratmi was stunned and turned to her sister-in-law. "really? How come?"

"Come, Tea. Maybe it's true that this money has no money. That's why he's okay." Hilman exhaled a long breath.

Ms. Ratmi stood up, then stepped in front of the terrace. He looked at the black suitcase again, thinking about the various possibilities that happened to the scavenger. He then looked far away, recalling the words of his herbalist.

"I still remember very well Mbah Kasiman's words about someone who could survive magic."

"Congratulations from magic?"

"Yes. There are two possibilities that the scavenger could survive. First, it could be that the money is not used. Second, perhaps the scavenger was diligent in worship and his faith in God was very strong, it was only natural that the money had no effect."

"So, according to Teteh's conclusion, the scavenger had a strong faith, did he?"

"I don't know. I just said something that Mbah Kasiman once said. Better just donate that money. I don't want to take it."

"If it's Teteh's decision, fine, I'll just donate this money. But ... What about the next life? Is Teteh going to stay here with the child ...."

"Don't talk about my son! I've already thrown away the child," said Ms. Ratmi.

"Astagfirullah, Tea! Why did Teteh throw away? Same old Mas Burhan was looking forward to it for years, but now ...."

"The boy looks more like a demon than me and Mas Burhan. I don't want to be burdened by the presence of that devil child!" said Mrs Ratmi interrupted.

"Then now, what do you want? Just live like a country? It's better for Teteh to stay with me, huh?"

"No. I don't want to burden others. I with Sari and Minah will move to Kuningan, to my hometown. At least I can forget all the sweet memories and bad tragedies in this place."

"It's a shame to move, Tea. What about Mas Burhan's company? You don't want to take care of the textile factory?"

"For that matter, I will help transfer ownership of Mas Burhan textile factory to you. We don't have any children, so you're the only one who has the right to hold the company. I order, take good care of the textile factory relics of Mas Burhan. He built his business completely from scratch. Honey if it's out of business."

"So don't mind?"

"Then, fine. I will strive to continue advancing Mas Burhan's company." Hilman smiled bitterly at Bu Ratmi. "I'll say goodbye, Tea. Later if you want to move to Kuningan, do not forget to tell me. I'll be happy to help Teteh make the move."

"Yes, of course."

Hilman rushed to leave Bu Ratmi alone. The woman sat back in her chair, sighing deeply. Unimaginable by him all that happened at this time is very torturing him. After Hilman died, he daydreamed again. His mind was open, imagining a beloved husband who had passed away.

Elsewhere, Ms. Inah just returned from Mr. Subekti's house. How surprised he was to see his house falling apart like a ship breaking. Shortly after, the young girl who took care of her two young daughters, came panting.

"Mom Inah! Mom Haha! Little grandpa ran away! I was overwhelmed by taking care of it," cried Neng Putri, adjusting her breath.

"Running around?! How does a newborn run?" tanya Bu Inah frowned.

"I don't know either, Mom. I was so tired of chasing him," said Neng Putri rubbed the sweat on his forehead.

"Ah, you're mostly watching horror movies, so don't go to newborns."

A few minutes later, the sound of a baby whining from the kitchen was heard. Not wrong, it must be Sukma who is crying. Ms. Inah ran a little into her kitchen and breathed a sigh of relief. Atikah was calming Sukma in his arms.

"Don't cry, Deck. Mom will be home, okay. Cup cup cup," said Atikah patted his sister's butt gently.

Seeing her daughter was fine, Bu Inah immediately called Neng Putri. The young girl came, then widened her eyes when she saw the baby being carried by Atikah.

"Well, how?" Neng Putri was stunned.

"When did you lose to a child, Neng? Tuh look! Atikah I can calm his sister," said Bu Inah.

"But seriously, Mom. Earlier the baby dedek ran outside, continued to talk to see the mother," explained Neng Putri trying to convince.

"You're just getting worse. Where maybe a newborn can run while talking," looks upset Bu Inah.

"Yes, Mom. That's what Dedek said" said Atikah, which made Bu Inah even more distrustful.

Bu Inah approached Atikah, then took Sukma from his carrier. "Well, maybe you're fantasizing about your sister. That's why I feel like Dedek can talk."

Atikah shook his head quickly. The look in his innocent eyes was impossible to hide the truth. "I don't fantasize, Mom. Earlier the grandpa ran outside, kept crying to meet Mom."

Ma'am did not ignore the words of the two. He took the baby pacifier from the cot, then thrust it into the mouth of Sukma. The baby was silent when given milk by Ms. Inah.

"Now you can go home, thank you for taking care of Atikah equally," said Bu Inah.

"Where are the bugs, Mom?" asked Neng Putri while raising his hand.

Bu Inah gave him a piece of money of five thousand. "Make your snack."

"Assyc! Thank you, Mom." Neng Putri rushed out of Bu Inah's house while jumping for joy.

Atikah sat next to her mother, looking at her baby sister who was slowly closing her eyes. Perhaps Sukma was exhausted after playing around with his brother. Atikah looked back at her mother, as if to say something important from the bottom of her heart. However, doubts soon settled in his mind.