The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 48: Secrets That Start to Open

Mesha felt someone chasing him while walking in the dark. He looked in all directions, trying to find the light. Keep running regardless of what is in front of him. A glimmer of light began to be seen, from what had been a speck, getting bigger.

Mesha almost reached for the light until a long black hoofed hand, pulling his outstretched hand. With the light, he went through the hand. The girl was surprised instead of playing, as a pale face with a cynical smile that she had seen yesterday, was present there.

As much as possible, Mesha tried to escape from the man earlier. He cried, screamed, asked for help. Until he heard a soft call. Shake up and get out of bed. A soft face wrapped in mucus, became the first thing he saw when opening his eyes.

"Nightmare, Nduk?"

Mesha.

"Drink first."

Mesha took the glass of clear water in the woman's hand, and quickly sipped the contents to the end.

"I'm going to the market, shopping for food at the stall. Are you left alone?"

Mesha looked around.

"Yes, Mom. It's okay."

"Oh, yes. Last night when I came home, you were asleep. I slept in the living room chair. You haven't eaten either, have you, last night? it's in the kitchen, I've fried some bananas."

Mesha's heart warms. He had only known the woman, but was treated so well. In fact, when he did not know the name of the woman.

"Mother .. mmm .. thank you."

"Sri, my name is Nduk."

"Ah, yes. Ms. Sri."

After removing the mucus and folding it. Put it on a small table. Then, the middle-aged woman walked out of the room. Mesha touched the white object and rubbed it gently. He forgot when he last wore it. Tears rolled back down her cheeks.

Mesha walked out of the room, passing Sri who had been carrying a shopping cart. While in the living room chair, an object wrapped in a holster, twitched. Then sit.

"Well, I just happened to wake up. Here, sir, the kid you brought home last night."

The sleepy man rubbed his eyes. Then nod.

"Mom's going to the market first. Fatty not coming. In the kitchen, there's coffee just like fried bananas."

Again the man nodded.

"I'm going to the back first, Mom, sir" said Mesha.

The two old men nodded.

Mesha looked at the bathroom in front of him. It was so simple, not like at home. All the walls were made of wood, there was only a large bucket and a dipper under the water tap. There's a big jug in the corner of the bathroom. He opened the sumpal jug.

Mesha washed his hands, feet, and face. Praying in his way.

"You want to pray, Nduk?"

Mesha gasped in shock at the voice of the man behind her.

"Not yet the dawn prayer, at most a few minutes away. Do you want evening prayers?"

Mesha was embarrassed, his cheeks warmed. He just remembered, it was still half four in the morning.

"Would you like to use the bathroom?"

The man nodded.

Soon, Mesha got away from the place, then returned to his room. With great difficulty, the girl was wearing the mukena of the canal earlier. Then remember the prayers he had learned at school. The beautiful girl cried in her long prostration. He was ashamed to have forgotten his Lord all this time. Maybe that's what makes it bad luck always befall, he thought.

The morning prayer rumbles, breaking the silence of the morning. Mesha heard the sound of the front door opening. He stood with his face still wrapped in his body. Peering from behind the room curtains. He saw the middle-aged man, the husband of Miss Sri, wearing a long shabby batik shirt and a holster that was rolled over the tip. Sajadah was slung on the shoulders of the man who walked a little slouch.

Sri shed tears as she was treated with respect by the girl standing before her. He really felt that his daughter had come home.

"I want to pray first, before dawn runs out, Nduk." Sri looked away and rubbed both ends of her net.

Meanwhile, Mesha brought a basket full of groceries into the kitchen. He walked cautiously for fear that the contents would be rolled over. Too much and heavy! For the umpteenth time, he looked around. He sighed. I feel lucky to be raised in a better home. Instantly, he thought about selling kebaya and all the accessories he was wearing. At least he could give me a little money.

Mesha returned to the kitchen with a kebaya and all the accessories while Sri was busy cutting vegetables.

"Mom, do you know where to sell things like this?" Mesha held out the items in his hand.

"What's it doing, Nduk?"

"I don't want to burden my mom and dad."

Sri's crying broke. He put a knife in his hand, then hugged Mesha.

Mesha fell silent and let the old woman hold her until her crying was complete.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, Nduk. I got carried away, I remembered my daughter's late home."

Dahi Mesha frowned when he heard Sri's words.

"Sorry, Mom. If you may know, why mother's daughter?"

"My daughter .. My daughter is very poor. She ... she threw herself into the river. She ...." Sri sobbed loudly. He could not continue his story.

"She got pregnant out of wedlock while working out of town. The man who said he wanted to marry her, turned out to be a married man. Lastri can't help but be ashamed, because of the neighbor's talk."

Mesha turned to the source of the voice, at the kitchen door, he saw Sri's husband, standing there. There was a puddle in the corner of the man's eye.

"Ah, already. Already, don't discuss it again. Anyway, let's just say it's your own house here, Nduk."

"Are you and your mom not afraid of me? Why too good? What if I turned out to be a criminal? Murderers like?" Mesha looked at the woman with the distinctive cover.

"You're this, Nduk, there's-there's, where's a crook crying in a dark stall still wearing a laundry gown?"

"In fact, I'm like that, Mom. My husbands, died on the first night."

The two men were stunned to hear Mesha's confession.

"How can you?" ask Sri.

Mesha sighed. Later, he tells his story while married to Giyan. Forwarded by her wedding yesterday, Sakha edited.

"So, you didn't leave because you were forced to marry, Nduk?"

"No, Ma. It was because of my stupidity. I can no longer face the harsh reality."

"Have you ever heard the term 'Bahu Laweyan', Nduk?" The man, who had been standing at the door, was sitting on the couch not far from his wife.

Mesha.

"What is that, sir?"

"It .. like a curse. It can affect men or women. There are usually subtle creatures that love humans. Sometimes the human body becomes the dwelling place of the creature, or just a stopover. Usually physical features. There was an unusual red birthmark on one part of his body. Whoever marries her, will have bad luck until death."

"Kok, serem very, really, sir?" timpal Sri's.

"Yes that's how it is ...."

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