The Bloody Covenant
Chapter 8.
...BLOODY AGREEMENT...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 9...
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Rezky had been hospitalized for a week, so long as the doctor who handled it had not been able to conclude what pain the child suffered. The results of the examination stated that Rezky was in good health and normal. But in reality, day by day, his condition grew weaker and more helpless. His face paled like there was no intake of blood flowing in the body.
At a time when Rezky's health is getting worse, Mrs Amanda's condition is actually getting better. His body gradually recovered as before.
“Maybe the doctor misdiagnosed,” Mr. Karyadi told the doctor who treated his son.
“Sorry, Sir. We have tried as carefully as possible to check the condition of your son. As far as we have done so far, the results remain the same,” the doctor explained.
Mr. Karyadi was dissatisfied.
“Can the doctor further tighten the examination process? Because it is impossible for my child to fall ill if there is no causative factor, right?”
“Theoretically that's correct, sir. But you don't have to worry, we'll increase the frequency of the exam. We better help with prayer so that everything is quickly given smoothness and ease,“ said doctor iplomatis ended the conversation.
Mr. Karyadi is confused. Especially his wife, Mrs Amanda.
In the afternoon, a taxi stopped in front of the gate of Mr. Karyadi's family residence. A woman who still looked young got out of the vehicle. Before entering, the woman took a quick look into the courtyard of the mansion and luxury.
Then he pinched the bell on the right side of the gate. Not how long Mang Kurdi was out.
“Who to find, Neng?” ask Mang Kurdi.
“I'm from the village, sir. Want to see my mother,” replied the woman.
Mang Kurdi noticed the appearance of the woman standing behind the gate. From the looks of it, it seemed true that the woman had come from the village area. He looks young and his face is attractive.
“Who was Neng's mother's name?” asked Mang Kurdi while sticking his tongue out.
“Mother Suhartinah.“
“Ooohh, Mbok Inah? Let's go in,” said Mang Kurdi while opening the gate.
The woman came in immediately.
“Neng just wait here first huh? Let me who will call Mbok Inah,” continued Mang Kurdi enthusiastically.
“Matur nuwun, Pak.”
The Kurds entered the house.
Not long after that the man reappeared followed by Mbok Inah.
“Sri?“
Mbok Inah recognized the figure of a woman who was sitting on the porch of the house.
“Emak!“exclaiming the woman called Sri was approaching Mbok Inah, his mother. They hugged tightly with joy.
“How are you doing?”
“Good, Mak.”
“A long time ago arrived in Jakarta?”
“Just arrived, Mak. This father who told Sri to wait here,” said Sri while pointing at the figure of Mang Kurdi using his thumb.
Mbok Inah glared at Mang Kurdi.
“You're going, Kur! My son's time was told to wait here? This you base.“
Mang Kurdi laughed showing his row of blackish yellow teeth, “Lho, I, right, do not know if it is your child, Mbok! Sorry.“
Sri laughed crisply.
“Suk, yuk! Later Mommy introduces you to Mrs Amanda,” said Mbok Inah while pulling his child's arm.
Sri was amazed to see the state of a luxurious house. All the furniture in it must be purchased at a price that is not cheap. For him, to be able to get one of these existing items, it took dozens to decades of collecting rupiah.
Madame Amanda happened to be in the back of the house. Take care of her favorite flowers.
“Money,“ call Mbok Inah slowly.
“This ... My son has arrived,” continued Mbok Inah introduced Sri to his employer.
“Oh yes, what is your name?” mrs Amanda asked to watch Sri carefully.
“Sri Kemuning, Mistress.”
“Good name, according to the person,” said Mrs Amanda praised.
Sri downcast shy, “Mrs could be.”
Mbok Inah smiled hearing his employer praise Sri, his son.
“You want to work here?” ask Mrs Amanda later.
“Of course you want, Mistress.”
“Later Mbok Inah who will tell you the type of work you have to do here huh?”
“Good, New.”
After it was felt that there was nothing more to talk about, Mbok Inah asked for permission to return to his place of activity, “I want to go to the kitchen first, Madam. There is still work to be done.”
Lady Amanda welcome.
Then Mbok Inah immediately passed leaving Madam Amanda who continued to take care of the flowers, followed by Sri.
While at school at recess, Ardy and Sarah sit together in the cafeteria.
Many other disciples gathered there while enjoying the dishes they ordered. Including the Ngocol Trio; David, Jocky, and Boma. Plus Imenk and another glasses student minus the star of the class,
Adityas.
(Regarding their figure, please read the David Cs series available in its own format)
“Entar night to where are you, Dit?” ask Boma to Aditya.
The questioner simply shrugged his shoulders.
“What is elo doing? Entar malem, right, malem Friday. Kliwon again! Where do I run? Hiy .. serem. Meningan I watch Uka-Uka,“ answer that was not asked, David. “Instead if it's malem Friday kliwon, why, anyway?” it was Jocky's turn this time to ask.
“Yeah, suck you. Mommy doesn't know? People said, mah, the mallem that Friday night staying up shethan-shethan. Especially if you use the kliwon frills. The more serem, deh,” David chimed.
“Aaahhh superstition lu, ah,” says Imenk does not want to lose.
Ardy and Sarah shook their heads at Trip Ngocol's chatter and his cronies.
“So believe you huh? My neighbor, tuh, who was behind the house, never saw a shetah pocong. There are still others who are intercepted by kuntilanak. Hiy .. really cool!” aditya said while aiming at fear.
Boma close the body to Jocky.
“Why, anyway, lu? Afraid? Basic cemen!” spray Jocky until his saliva gushed profusely into Boma's face.
“Halah, kayak is not your coward too? Semalem you want to piss for my ama anter. Basic muna lu!” reply Boma while spitting Jocky spit splashes scented with jigong smell.
David chimed, “Typically, anyway, Dut, shethan is most loved by fat man kayak elo. It is good to make tumbal.”
“Do not kidut-nakutin me, dong! Intar if you both ask nganterin pee again, just know your taste huh?!” Boma fear.
Ardy and Sarah laughed at their conversation.
“Campaign!” fr Ardy.
“What is a village, Dy?” sarah asked in surprise.
“Eh, no! That's the trio's talk of lack of work!”
Sarah smiled wryly.
Ardy was pensive to think about the condition of his sister, Rezky.
“Already, Dy. Don't think too much about your sister's situation. Just trust everything to the doctor who treated him,”, said Sarah advises.
Ardy breathed a heavy sigh.
...SERIATE...
