When the Wife of the Dough Changed

THE STRANGE LEVEL OF MY WIFE CHAPTER 1

“Stone Bagan Village?“ said the carpenter while shaking his head. “Gak, Mas, others aja.“

Jaka scratched his un-itchy head. Five people ojek he had asked to transport himself to the village where his hometown is located. No one wants to go there even though he has offered an excess of fees.

Dusk begins to rise in the western horizon. Maghrib is almost there. Sayup-sayup voice teaching heard from the nearest surau. There are only three kilometers to go.

“Why, anyway, Mas? I overdo it, the cost is.“ Jaka tried the last offer.

“What people? New guy going to the village?“ The offer was asked by the taxi driver.

“I am a native of the village, have not returned home for two years. It's a longing for home, Mom. Can, no, please help me?“

“Pantesan,” murmured the taxi driver who is still clearly heard by Jaka.

“How to order, Mas?“

“Nggak.“

Jaka's eyebrows are linked, the face of the ojek maker looks frightened.

“Gini aja, Mas. I'll drop off, but up to the front of the monument, yeah. The rest I can't. Let the cost be reduced I do not problem.“

“Yah, nanggung atuh Mas. Five hundred more meters it to my house.“

“Duh, I don't dare. If you don't want to be okay, deh.“

Jaka clucking. “Judah, I'm fine.“

“OK, up!“

Jaka was transporting his big bag. Ride on the motor and put it on the lap. The motor drove in the middle of a steep road of rocks.

Drove between the nearly dark sky. Jaka noticed around, the roadside which is usually overgrown with many palm trees, has now turned into rubber trees. In fact, not infrequently he found one or two houses that stood parallel along the road.

The village wasn't as lonely as it used to be. However, for some reason the taxi driver he came to was on average no one dared to go there. In the past, he was with his best friend Gito at ten o'clock also dared to walk out of the village.

“To here, Mas.“ The carpenter stopped him in front of a monument that read Bagan Batu Village.

Jaka sighed, got off the bike and paid the fare. The carpenter hurriedly left from before him. Even before Jaka could say thank you.

The voices of Adzan maghrib are heard. Jaka holds the bag in hand and justifies the location of the bag on the back.

The atmosphere of the village is very quiet this maghrib. As soon as the road went inside, the side of the road was still filled with rubber trees. However, a hundred meters later began to see the houses of the people. Jaka breathed a sigh of relief.

Jaka walked vigorously on the rocky road that was quite steep. The face of Asih, his beautiful wife began to imagine in his mind.

In the past, one year ago when he decided to go out of town. His wife is five months pregnant. The increasingly difficult needs and labor costs needed Asih because their baby is declared breech making the delivery must do a cesarean section.

Of course, it costs a lot while his job which is only a rubber rubber penoreh does not meet that need. Even to fulfill his wife's nutrition alone he was unable to.

So, with the consent of Asih he went to wander. Leave his wife to Mak Ida, his mother who lives with them.

Two days since his return from out of town. He reached the village on the third day. I don't know how his wife and mother are. It feels longing to remember six months ago his phone was lost and he lost communication with Asih.

Even his delivery six months earlier could not be given given he did not know where to convey it as a result of his phone lost. All the data you need is there. Including the number Gito that he often gave money to his wife.

The last time he heard, his wife had given birth. And their children are born normal with a male gender.

Only a few hundred meters away.

Passing through several houses, some residents were foreign-looking in his eyes. I don't know, maybe the new residents and they looked at Jaka with a strange look like fear.

Avoiding awkwardness, he smiled occasionally. Instead of retaliating, the men ran away and closed their doors.

There was also someone peeking at him from behind the window. When caught, they hurriedly closed the curtains. It's so weird that it makes her feel bad.

Jaka hastened the pace. Until arriving in front of the house walled with boards that still have not changed. His house is located at the end of the village. To the right is a coconut garden owned by a neighbor once. Somehow now turned into a sugar cane field.

Jaka was wretched, as there seemed to be no sign of anyone at home. Long enough he stood, until finally the headlights of the house began to live.

He smiled, stepping forward and knocking on the door.

“Assalammu'alaikum, Asih!“ call slowly. The maghrib is underway. Sayup-sayup voices from the village surau began to be heard. The buzzing of mosquitoes in the ears is a little annoying. And Asih

never answered his greetings.

“Assalammu'alaikum,” greetings back. Asih was performing Maghrib prayer.

Kriee….

The door of the house opened a little, making a noise that somewhat makes the bristles crumble. Jaka was glued to the spot when no figure appeared.

“Asih.“ The man took one step forward. Open the door wider.

“Gosh!“ he shouted in shock while holding his chest that was pounding fast. Lastri stood behind the door with a blank look while looking at her. The woman stood stiff and did not move at all.

“Asih,” call Jaka slowly.

Asih blinked, his eyes were now staring warmly at him, condensing with water welling up in the eye sockets.

“Mas came home,” her softly with tears dripping down her cheeks.

Jaka stepped closer, about to hug. But Asih held the man's body with his hands.

“Why did Mas just come home now?“ said sad. “Asih miss Mas Jaka.“

“Sorry Asih.“

“Every night waiting for Mas Jaka to come home. Sitting under the window while waiting but Mas did not return home.“

“Excuse me, Mas, Asih. There are some obstacles that keep Mas stuck outside the city.“

“The guy said Mas is gone.“ The crying has not yet subsided. Jaka was moved to embrace his wife with longing. The coldness of the Asih skin touched his skin.

“Who said Asih? The proof is here now, right in front of you. Now Mas will never leave again. Mas Asih promise, Mas has raised quite a lot of money overseas. God willing enough for our lives and open the business in the future.“

Jaka hugged Asih's body tightly. The coldness of the woman's skin was increasingly felt, momentarily making her eyebrows knit along with the cry of Asih which still did not subside.

Broken mouth woman with long hair was talking, “mas late...“.

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