The Unconsidered Bungsu

CHAPTER 97 Through the Reception Building

" Mrs Revelation, there is sad news. Mr. Sunar the former head of the market died." Wiwit Mbak. He had just arrived and was about to open his shop this morning.

" Innalilahi wainna ilaihi rojiun, when did he die ? wiwit's mom just came by to get the news." Mom looked surprised.

The visitors of the stall who were eating breakfast came to look at it at a glance and then continued eating again. Me and Mbak Sri just look at each other because they do not understand the person in question.

" Died yesterday afternoon, I was told that Maryam was the grocer" said Wiwit as he opened his shop's rolling door.

" Sunar sir isn't retired for long, ma'am." Mas Harun. He probably understands because he has been selling in the market for a long time.

" It seems not so long ago. If not wrong only 3-4 years. I used to eat here a lot, but the year before retirement is rare." Mother is remembering the figure of Mr. Sunar.

" Later if you want to excuse me Ma'am Wiwit, let Aira depart ! " mom's message to mbak Wiwit.

" Good Miss Revelation, I'll confirm it with the others first." Wiwit Mbak. He went into his shop after finishing his trade.

" Are the mothers who sell along this store know Mr Sunar Buk ? " i asked, when we were having breakfast together. The stall is a bit empty.

" If the old traders certainly know. Although this shop does not include part of the market, Mr. Sunar often visited here and ate at our stalls. The person is friendly to anyone, especially women hehehe." Mother chuckled and immediately drank water afraid of choking.

" What does it mean ? " i was a little surprised by the words of the last mother.

" Yes so, he often seeks the same attention of women. If the girl is certainly not willing to respond, but young mothers who like to serve if again tempted. They also love jajanin. In fact, there were those who had become his girlfriend too, one of which was Maryam's mother. Shhhh. "

Mom poked me by sticking an index finger on her lips. He glanced at the Wiwit store, afraid to be heard until the store. Gossip again, I said in my heart.

" People are old at Buk courtship. Miss Maryam is not older than Wiwit's mother." Didn't stop me from going to the kepo.

" It used to be the same age as Wiwit. If Mr. Sunar who is a bit old, time is still on duty in the market office. Sometimes they eat together here, so I know hmm." Mom closed her lips.

" It's just right that Wiwit said he heard from Maryam, hihihi. There's-there's just the behavior of the people in the market." I shook my head and went into the kitchen.

" Kok moved Mbak sitting, not finished eating too," mbak Sri said when she turned my head.

" Fear of gossiping again, let alone the person who just died, hiiiii." I'm acting creepy while grinning.

I look forward to the visitor coming in, thank God. So mom didn't follow me to the kitchen to continue the conversation. I dare not rebuke because I like to be offended. Mending I just dodge.

" The bottom of the most loyal mothers gossip. Pantesan mother often feels at home if again chatting with mbak Wiwit," chirped me while continuing breakfast.

" Yes, sometimes if we talk again afraid of hearing mom. But it turns out he was also engrossed with mbak Wiwit, hehe ! " Mr Sri chimed.

After breakfast, I continued my work this morning. Sri I told you to have breakfast first. Before long Wiwit appeared again, this time he was just standing at the door.

" Aira, later takziah at 11.00 wib, with mothers around the shops here. Susi's already ordered the cargo."

" Okay Ma'am, if so now I want to go shopping first" I said and approached mother. A piece of blue paper money was extended to me, I darted towards the kiosk mbak Sumi.

Through Harti's place, the stall is closed. I just remembered, it's Sunday. Of course he did not sell because he must have been attending his cousin's wedding reception. Mas Raka didn't call me, probably didn't have time. Perhaps in the Karno mas house there are guests of relatives from outside the city.

Coming home from shopping I get ready, as well as mbak Wiwit who want to takziah. At 10:50 am the angkot ordered by Susi arrived and waited in front of his shop.

" It's ready yet Aira, let's go there first while waiting for the others ! " shouted Wiwit calling me.

" It's Mbak. Buk I'm leaving, yes" I said goodbye to mother.

" Be careful, this makes the cost of boarding the same question box." Mom gave me the transport money and didn't forget the small envelope with the donation money.

I nodded, then walked behind Wiwit's mother who had stepped towards the angkot. One by one the mothers who will join the takziah arrive.

" Yuk Pak departs, has entered all angkot nih. Hunt for noon ! " shouted Wiwit at the driver.

The funeral home is not too far away, 20 minutes have arrived. After shaking hands and saying our condolences, we immediately said goodbye.

Angkot that we ride take a detour, can not pass the road that was passed. Later it will pass through the Camat office and of course also the Graha Wiyata Dharma building where Raka mas is located there.

" Well, there's another wedding reception. There were bustling crowds, lots of cars and motorcycles lined up neatly" said Wiwit, who was sitting next to me.

" Yes, that's the wedding reception mas Karno Now mas Raka and his mother are also there." I told mbak Wiwit.

" Oh, the recipe is in that building. Eeh but why don't you come to meet Ra, not invited yes Raka ? " tanya mbak Wiwit was a bit surprised.

" Not invited anyway Mbak, mas Raka is also not tasty if I invite. Who has a wish is not a close family." I gave you an excuse.

" Yes too, we-we're not invited either. Though I know the same loh mother Irah mas Karno." Wiwit lamented this.

" Maybe the one who made the invitation to the women. That's who chose the building as well as them, the house is close to the Camat's office," I said.

" Well it can be that, too" he said again.

Didn't feel that the transport car had stopped in front of Susi's shop.

" Eeh has arrived, Alhamdulillah ! " our chirps are unpretentious. I immediately got off and walked with Wiwit back to the stall.

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" Raka, I'm already here. Are you not tired ? " i was surprised when I found him sitting on the kitchen bench. I just finished my Ashar prayer.

" It's tired, but I'd love to meet you. The event in the building was also completed before 2 pm. I went straight home and took a short break, finished that bath, Ashar prayers continue here."

" At his house there is no show? " many more.

" There are relatives from out of town. But let the family take care, I'm already from the full H-3 there. If the previous three days were only occasionally nongol, sit around, chat." Mas Raka told me about his activities this week.

" So that Monday to Wednesday has not been much busy dong. But why did you say you couldn't see me, you lied yes" I said.

" I didn't lie, baby. Not much has been done, but I will still stay there where know at any time there is something that can be done. Moreover, the mother continues to remind because it is not good for her uncle and aunt, Pak Karno's parents." He also explained what he was experiencing.

" Yes okay okay. But Mas hehe, you can not call Mr. Karno. Sounds old, hihihi ! " I chuckled to hear Raka from earlier mention the name of Mr. Karno. His expectation is that Mr. Karno is the first former president of Indonesia.

" It's old, right, he's also 30th nan. He is also my mother's cousin's sister, yes I call him Mr. Karno. What's wrong? " Mas Raka also explained the genealogy of his family. The other day he told me.

" Oh yes Mas, I was in front of the building that made the reception, came home from the lecture earlier," I put the conversation aside, then I made tea for him. It's so fun to talk to forgetfulness.

" Where are you really, takziah? " ask him while sipping his drink.

" In the village west of the Hospital. Who died the former Head of Market," I said.

I started cleaning the kitchen while mbak Sri cleaned the front room. Mas Raka came out and sat on the terrace lighting a cigarette. Mom went into the kitchen to check the chicken dishes that had been cooked. It's still half an hour.

" Buk, I go home first yes," said Sri to him. Mother nodded in agreement. I came out following Raka mas on the terrace.

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