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Kamasutra Pellet

In a plot of rooms 2 x 3 meters in a simple hut united with a simple coffee shop made potluck from the terrace in such a way that it becomes a coffee shop. On the edge of the kali near the dead-end alley leading to the rice field area was also built by self-help villagers Mojokembang.

A simple half-walled bamboo hut half-brick belonged to Nyi Nurma Yanti a young widow. A year ago the husband died from drifting at a time not far from his home area while fishing.

Nyi Nurma's parents also died a long time ago because of a very old age while his brothers went out of nowhere. Although in the village of Mojokembang many families from the husband but very indifferent to Nyi Nurma because the status of the widow is unsettling for the husbands in the village.

Understand Nyi Nurma a young widow who is very beautiful and synthetic. Not infrequently with an ayu face and smooth skin and dimples caused when smiling can captivate the heart of any man who looks at him. What else now Nyi Nurma opened a new business that is a coffee shop that never deserted buyers. Because indeed Nyi Nurma coffee shop is very strategic right in front of the road that is usually passed by the village people if they want to go or go home from the field.

In a plot of room 2 x 2 meters just behind his coffee shop that has been closed because it was late at night Nyi Nurma looked asleep with a position lying on a simple bed made of bamboo and timber. Loaded mats and pillow bolts given by the husband in the past covered with a thin glove or the former husband's glove.

The picture of her marriage to Hasan Jaelani's late husband is still firmly plastered on the wall above her head. A quiet night in the corner of the village where Nyi Nurma's hut stood was a bit of a reot. Evening is common when the night because Nyi Nurma is not able to install its own electrical installation and can only be channeled from local residents was far away. So that the night must be turned off by the owner of the installation.

As a result, Nyi Nurma inevitably had to turn on the amar oblek or a kind of wall lamp of antiquity which when lighting must first fill with kerosene or gasoline as fuel.

In the tiredness Nyi Nurma sleeps sincerely although clearly in the picture of the face is painted very tired, very tired, because every day had to face the spicy scorn of the jealous village mothers blind because the husband who often stopped by the stall Nyi Nurma.

Though in the heart of Nyi Nurma there is still always love for the late husband Mas Hasan Jaelani who really to death will not turn away from the heart. But it is the basis of the bitch-eyed fathers who always stop by after going from the fields or just play to tempt Nyi Nurma always come to the shop to just sip a glass of black coffee though continue in omeli the bini.

In his sleep Nyi Nurma looks restless seen sweat began to pour on the forehead eyeballs are closed behind a tired band of petals moved to and fro as if experiencing a nightmare.

While the sky above the house began to look gloomy with a cloudy gray lake blanketed the corner of the village of Mojokembang. From the window of Nyi Nurma's room a white smoke coagulated and rolled as if creeping through the walls of Nyi Nurma's hut. Straight to fit in the window as if barging in slowly as if alive. Continuously barged into the room and fell down beside Nyi Nurma lying down.

The smoke that was originally steaming is now slowly piling up into a figure of a woman the age of 50 years but still looks auspicious and neat-bodied in high stature. The figure looks ayu with a batik wrap sarimpit returns like an ancient Javanese bride with a bun and a golden konde.

How stunned Nyi Nurma when she woke up when she saw the great grandmother who had been so long deceased came back to see her. Nyi Nurma tried to awaken herself if she still dreamed she had not awakened so in her mind.

“Au, ouch,” shouted Nyi Nurma pinching her own arm. It was not a dream in my heart.

With a bit of distance because of fear and rather shock Nyi Nurma began to look at the beautiful figure who is familiar as her great-grandmother while saying,” Grandma Buyut instead of Grandma already...?,” said Nyi Nurma did not dare to continue fearing the figure in front of her angry and turned into another creepy figure if it is not real or just a demon who teases her.

The figure just throws a smile at Nyi Nurma and then said with love and a soft soft speech like when he was alive when he met Nyi Nurma grandson whom he loved the most, he said,” Ndok Granny is gone, but when Grandma knew your life was so concerning Grandma came back down to earth to visit you.”

“What's the truth, Grandma, then what did Grandma do by visiting me?,” asked Nurma still by keeping the distance not one hundred percent believe that in front of her is the Grandma Buyut who has died for decades.

“Ndok My grandson I don't have much time so listen to this. Grandma was about to bring down a science of conquering the people of Adam. So that you can avenge your heartache all this time to the villagers who always scorn you. Listen yes Ndok so this science is a science of Kamasutra pellets more merciful than jaran jang pellets or mesem polish,” said Si Grandma Buyut.

“What is true, Grandma? I am tired of the babble of the Mothers of the villagers here who always scorned me Nek,” said Nyi Nurma began to dare to approach the figure he called Grandma Buyut who was in front of him.

Then the figure whispered words of recitation to Nyi Nurma slowly. While saying, “But the effect of this science of pellets Ndok if a day you are not related like a husband and wife with the opposite sex you will look like a flower that has never been watered by water aka withered,” says Grandma Buyut.

“Grandmother..!?,” Nyi Nurma's scream woke up because a dream in her sleep about an encounter between Yes and Grandma Buyut kept her awake in the middle of the night.

“Loh that was a true dream yes, earlier in the dream I pinched my arm kok pain yes,” grumbled Nyi Nurma looked confused in a sitting position and still not moving on his reot bed.

“Iya true dream but as real yes, uh is it true what Grandma Buyut said about Kamasutra Pellets in my dream earlier yes,” grumbled Nyi Nurma still seemed confused.