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The Origin of the Mardani Family 5

Ratmi was already the sixth wife of the Darso boss, and Dito was to marry Karlina.

With the intention while guarding his older sister, Ratmi, because, Harjo and Hartini were expelled from the village of Setu bodas.

Harjo advised, so that Dito continued to pay attention and take care of Ratmi.

Harjo doesn't know where to go. Because, want to go back to the village without pocket money.

Finally Hartini took the initiative to take Harjo to the house of Hartini's parents in the village next door, pigeon village.

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One year has passed, Ratmi is now pregnant with the son of the Darso boss.

But the good news is not yet known by Darso.

During her life together with her husband, Ratmi often gets physical violence and violence.

Ratmi's next days were very gray, indeed the draughtsman Darso always met all the needs of Ratmi.

But he was like a bird in a golden cage, especially the temperamental attitude of the Darso.

One day Ratmi was sitting on the river bank, she was often impressed if she missed her mother and father in the village of Inggit. Somehow the news, Dito the younger brother did not know how his situation even though the distance of their house is very close.

but Dito never visited Ratmi, all this time.

Tears could not be contained anymore, Ratmi cried so badly. Buried his face between the folds of his hands above his knees.

Until a gentle touch touched his shoulder.

Ratmi turned her head, who was the owner of that warm-feeling arm.

A middle-aged, black-robed old woman. The hair that had all been whitened it looked disheveled.

Terrible, the first impression when Ratmi saw the face of the grandmother.

"sir.. Sampean why?"

Asked the old granny with a hoarse tone of voice.

Ratmi just shook her head, she could not speak to anyone she did not know.

"bu'de knows, it's hard. Life is not fair."

said the old grandmother while sitting next to Ratmi who started crying again.

"bu'de has a way out for you, do you want to?"

Ratmi looked at the old grandmother. Both of his eyes sparkled, yet there was doubt in his heart.

As if understanding with the contents of Ratmi's heart, the grandmother chuckled to see Ratmi who was just silent did not answer.

"just think, first. For sure bu'de will make your life happy, have power and in view, even abundant treasure. If you're ready to find bu'de, yes. Bu'de's house is there.. Name bu'de, bu'de dasimah."

Ratmi just nodded, she would consider the grandmother's offer.

After the old grandmother disappeared, Ratmi who was not focused, only assume that ma'de dasimah left without him knowing.

While Ratmi still sits on the banks of the river, today the Darso boss turns to her. In Ratmi's heart, he was really scared because the boss Darso hit him again.

In the end, she must go back home. The absence of him at home even more anger Darso boss.

Sure enough, not yet until Ratmi home, draughtsman Darso has been waiting for her in the doorway as his hands depart from his waist.

The look in his eyes was unsettled, his lips had continued to rumble unclear.

"where have you been, huh.?"

Ratmi simply fell silent and lowered her face, although she replied that it would not make darso's boss not beat her up.

"the husband came home instead of being welcomed, and the beautiful, this even came out.. Go to another man, are you..?"

Frigate jurenya Darso.

"answer..."

Juragan Darso is getting angry.

Then pulled Ratmi's arm roughly towards the house.

Even it was known by the mistress of the sari, but she could not do anything.

Until Ratmi's increasingly thin body hit a teak table in the living room.

Ratmi just silently did nothing, she could only cry while enduring the pain all over her body.

Bugh..!!

A punch hit Ratmi's pretty face, the pain she felt in her face.

"akhch... My mother!!"

yelled Ratmi while holding her bruised face, until Ratmi fell unconscious.

Juragan Darso looks panicked to see Ratmi's condition unconscious, not usually he hurt Ratmi until like that.

"sari.. Take care of him"

Tell the manager Darso, ask the lady sari to take care of Ratmi.

Ratmi was bopong into the room by some of the men of the darso, then lay on the bed.

Ratmi lay weakly helpless.

"so bad luck, Ratmi."

said madam sari, while compressing the bruises on Ratmi's face.

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Harjo is married to Hartini, they live peacefully in the residence of Hartini's parents.

Harjo workers daily take care of the garden and rice fields owned by the in-laws.

But Hartini has not been given the gift of a baby.

"deck, how are my sisters, yes. More news of my parents, in the village."

Harjo said in a soft voice.

"mas, his son pak'de lasiran works at the Darso estate. We can ask him to find out the news Ratmi and Dito, after we get the news we will go home to the village mas. Inggit Village.!!"

replied Hartini in a soft tone of voice.

Hartini is indeed a gentle woman, loving Harjo with all her heart and what she is.

"alright, thank you, deck.!!"

Harjo said while gently rubbing the head of Hartini.

Hartini tried to visit the house of pak'de lasiran, who was his neighbor.

Tok tok tok tok

"assalamualaik.. Pak'de lasiran's"

"waalaikums.. Wait a minute"

Say someone behind the door,

"Hartni.. Let's go in nduk"

Invite a middle-aged woman who is the wife of Pak'de lasiran.

Hartini sits on a bale (a long chair made of bamboo pieces)

The house is simple, even the floor is still in the form of red soil.

From the direction of the kitchen, bu'de Uncut brought a glass of tea that still emits a thin smoke.

"it's his drink, nduk."

Bu'de Uncut served his tea to Hartini.

"thank you, ma'de, are you home?"

"your uncle is going to the same garden Hamzah, what is necessary, nduk."

"actually, I need her with Hamzah bu'de. Is Hamzah still working in Setu bodas village?"

Ask Hartini.

"still, but he's on leave right now, nduk."

answer bu'de Uncut while chewing betel chalk.

"assalamualaikum's chat.."

"waalaikums.. Well, coincidences. Very fast, they're home."

Answer bu'de Hartini with a smile.

"Hartni.. You alone? Your husband's not coming?"

ask Hamzah

"no, he's going to the garden. Hamzah, I have to be with you. Can we talk to both of you.?"

Hartini replied that looked serious, until Hamzah frowned.

"cari.. We're sitting on the porch."

Bring Hamzah

They sat on the porch of Pak'de lasiran's house, sitting on woven mats.

"so come on, Hamzah. My husband's sister is the sixth wife of the Darso boss. Have you seen him all this time?"

said Hartini who opened the chat.

"you mean, Mrs Ratmi?"

"yes, right. You ever see her? How is he doing at the moment?"

Hartini replied, hoping to get some good news about Ratmi.

"yes, I saw him a few times. But.."

Hamzah stopped his speech.

"but why Hamzah?"

Hartini's question, who began to dig-degan, worried that bad news about him.

"at-he.. Seeming thinner, I once saw him daydreaming on the banks of the river."

at once Hartini's body felt weak, even though Ratmi was just a sister-in-law. But he considers it like his own sister.

"what should I say with Mas Harjo, he must be very worried if he knows Ratmi's current condition."

hartini said in his heart.