The Widow of Bahenol

Misfortune for Ujang.

Meanwhile, Ujang was still on the side of the road alone.

"My mouth is, really shit, kumaha or this? Should I go back to the saung? Even the food is dark, when I have to walk while grope again? Even my sandals in use Yati, fighting really-fucking shit! Always never profit to meet Yati, the ends even butts!" gerutu Ujang's.

With forced Ujang back to the saung to take the key of his motorcycle that was left behind.

Slowly while his feet touched, Uanng again walked on the rice field to the saung. It was really very hard Ujang struggle at that time.

How not? The time had entered the night, and no light had helped to shine on it.

Just hope with the light of the moon at that time, while the moonlight is not as bright as the sun, it is very difficult Ujang walk in the rice field and dark and do not wear sandals.

While the condition of the rice field is very slippery.

Ujang was very careful in stepping. Lama Ujang must walk in the rice field, because the distance between the roadside to the saung is about one hundred meters.

And finally, Ujang also arrived at the saung, and rose to the top of the saung. He was looking for the key of his bike that was left behind.

And sure enough, the key to the Ujang motorbike was there.

"Here we go. Aduuuh cape really works twice. Damn me today, my chest hurts to breath," grumbled Ujang.

Ujang also rested for a while in the saung, he sat on the side of the saung and leaned his body on a pole. And both of his legs straightened.

Instantly his gaze was straight ahead and his mind returned to Yati.

The shadow of Yati danced in Ujang's mind, and made Ujang smile alone.

"Ah, you Yat, tease me, but why is it that every time I meet you my fate is always unlucky? Anyway, I have to get you, Yati! You have to be my wife, no matter how! I've already fallen in love, what else is your fair face." Ujang continued to babble alone.

Ujang also realized, if at that time he had been resting too long.

"Wow, what time is it? Anybody's a rampage!"

Ujang also moved from the saung. He began to walk again on a dark and slippery rice field.

Only the sound of crickets accompanied his journey at that time.

And suddenly, Ujang slipped due to lack of caution, making Ujang fall, and mired into the mud.

"YURU!!!"

"Suhuu, sakiiiiit!!!" pekik Ujang's.

Ujang also sat in the rice field, because he was too tired to hold his body weight.

Actually, the body of Ujang is very syntax, tall and sturdy. But because at that time his body was very tired, until finally when he was rubbed, so heavy he rose and finally Ujang was sitting on a rice field.

At that time the situation was very dirty, his feet and hands, even his clothes were dirty because of the mud and red soil.

For a while Ujang was silent, and regulated his breathing.

Then he got back up, and continued his steps to the side of the road slowly.

Finally we arrived at Ujang on the side of the road. He started the engine, yes, the Ujang motor is a new wild bike and still looks cool.

Ujang also returned to his home located in the next village with the rest of his energy.

*****

Yati and Bidin got divorced. Neighboring rumors began to spread in the village, until the news reached Arum's ears. In fact, until also kabr iru to the friends of Yati, including and friends.

"Huh? Yati divorced with kang Bidin? How can I get tea?" ask Arum.

"Yes can, Yati people still want to play rich you," Arum said.

Suddenly, his face turned deathly pale.

Yes, Asih among those who do not want Yati married at the beginning of Yati in Lamar Bidin.

Asih was stunned for not believing the news. He was very sad if it was true that Yati and Bidin were divorced.

Because in the eyes of Asih, Yati is lucky to have a husband like Bidin.

Not only handsome, but also sholeh.

Asih is one who admires Bidin.

Asih was speechless, imagining how sad Bidin was to part from Yati, because Asih knew very well that Badin loved Yati very much.

"Udah ah, Teteh go home first, want to finish the house. Once again Kang Bidin want nitipin his children again to Teteh," said Arum.

They also split up at a crossroads.

At that time Arum passed by Asih, when Arum was about to return from the market.

After that, Arum went home through the yard of the Bidin house.

Arum looks crabbing, looking into the house of Bidin.

But the state of the house looks quiet Bidin silent, no sound of children, even seen all the doors and windows are tightly closed.

Arum finally entered his house.

He put the vegetable groceries on the living room table.

Seeing that, Ima shouted,

"Aruuuum, take it to the kitchen!"

Hearing his name called, Arum was surprised, while stroking his chest, and,

"Oh my goodness Maaaak, surprised Arum tea, why use the cry Mak?" sahut Arum's.

Why are your eyes so rich? Nyariin Bedouin? There is no bidin!" snapped Ima, while chewing her betel.

Ima walked towards the front of the house, she sat on a bamboo bale carrying all her betel equipment.

Arum went to the kitchen to store his vegetable groceries.

After that, he followed Ima forward.

Seeing Arum sitting in the bale, Ima was angry,

"Well, are you here? Quickly get to the kitchen, cook a spout!"

"IIih Maaak, what a hurry anyway, still early in the morning anyway, can not really relax Arum for a moment. Cape tau Mak, a walk to the market back and forth. Mak mah yang yang, just rumbling," said Arum berkelit.

"What if you walk to the market? Now we are complaining cape! Okay, get there!" ima command.

Arum tidkan. He approached and asked, though,

"Eh Mak, how is Kang Bidin's house deserted? Why are the doors and windows closed? Did the Bidin kang go, Mak?" tanya Arum whispered, but her eyes were directed towards Bidin's house.

In fact, Ima knew that Bidin and his children were leaving. Because before he left, Bidin met him when Arum went to the market.

"Mom, I'm going to leave my dad's house, I'm going to my dad's house in the next village, maybe I'll be there for a few days" Bidin told Ima.

"Yes Nak Bidin, Be careful on the road, greetings to your father's mother, yes" said Ima.

Ima saw the unusual look on Bidin's face.

Intentionally Ima did not ask further, because Ima saw Badin a little rushed, and also worried if it would take time if it was a lot of talking.

And Bidin also entrust the house key to Ima.

"I nitip key house yes Mak, fear there is nothing when I am not at home," Pinta Bidin.

Ima responded to the key given by Bidin, and put it in his shirt.

As in his day, if women who are old, usually wear underwear in the form of kemben, and in return there is a small bag.

It was there that Ima kept the key to Bidin's house.