I Go Home Mas...
28. Sorrowfully

"But I feel sorry for Ms. Mirna."

Lukman said after Mirna's show was over.

The mother who sat in the room, while Bibik Nur who was holding the dede Panji while walking back and forth so that the dede Panji fell asleep was seen staring at Lukman who was eating lemper while sitting next to his mother.

Ms. Ukha herself is still outside busy with Uncle and some other neighbors who help clear the venue.

"It looks like Mas Yanto made a mistake with Ms. Mirna, so he's not calm."

Lukman.

"Hus, you're this, why even vilify your own brother."

Hardik Mom.

Lukman sipped cold water from a glass he had just poured from the refrigerator.

"Not to vilify Mas Yanto, Mom. I just felt that it was impossible for anything to happen without a cause. We will know if Madam Mirna during life is good for anyone, just as we are like our own brothers, not like brother-in-law."

Lukman.

Bibik Nur nodded his head in agreement with what Lukman said.

It is true if it feels impossible if Mirna until finally does not calm down if there are no problems that make it so.

But, what's the problem?

"You'll see for yourself, how did your kang mas get hit? He didn't even want to eat for days, if they had a problem, he would be fine."

Said Mother.

Lukman sighed,

"Mothers... Mother, people who feel guilty will feel sad which is much greater than people who just love. Because guilt will trigger regret, and it will make sadness feel more burdensome."

Lukman.

"Either, the little boy knows what, the pretentious."

Suddenly Madam Ukha entered carrying a tray containing several small plates that empty container of treats for people who come tahlilan.

"Lho, Nyi Parijem himself also said the same as Mbak Ukha to, if Mbak Mirna there is a problem that he must take care of, if the problem is not with Mas Yanto, then who is the same? Same Sister Ukha kali, who is a sister-in-law sometimes julid."

Lukman said annoyed at being told by pretentious.

"That's good, julid, I don't."

Omel Ma'am Ukha.

"Lah Mbak Ukha kayak does not remember when Mas Yanto decided to build a house, he said the newlyweds had been able to build a house until the bank debt using the Mother's certificate guarantee, he said, if it wasn't for the pampered Mbak Mirna, Mas Yanto would never have been so in debt, would he?"

Lukman looked really upset.

"Lho you know what? You're still a stinking child, don't know the shame of us who are adults when Yanto can't pay the installments, and until there must be a Bank person to come back and forth. If at that time my husband did not borrow, what would he do? This is the house that you left behind can be lost."

Mbak Ukha said no less emotion.

Lukman stood up from his seat.

"It's just a matter of debt so, Ms. Ukha until her birthday to Mbak Mirna, do not know also who originally wanted to build a house maybe Mas Yanto himself."

Lukman.

"Ah where may Yanto be so, wong he already has a car is also happy, the house is still spacious, surely the original is also no problem he lives here alone rather than up to the debts."

Ukha's mother remains nyolot.

"Eh... Uh... What the hell are you guys? Why the storm."

I interrupted in anger,

"Lah Lukman, instead of belain brother himself even belain brother-in-law who became a ghost haunt haunt. It has embarrassed us because of bank debt, now it must also humiliate us to be ghosts. It also adds to the burden of the mother, leaving the baby."

Says Mbak Ukha.

"Ukha!"

Mother and Bibik Nur almost simultaneously.

"You're too full of mouth."

Bibik Nur.

Mbak Ukha seemed to grunt.

Lukman shook his head as he walked out of the inner room towards the exit of the house and chose to sit there watching Uncle watching some people dismantle the tent.

The young man seemed to bend his face because he was still upset with Mbak Ukha.

It was a wonder in him to think why sister-in-law often like to antagonize her sister-in-law.

Lukman stared at the empty streets. The actual street there was staring at him from a distance with a sad face, but unfortunately Lukman was unable to see his figure.

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"Mothers today are not at a gathering in postkamling?"

Ask the owner of the coffee shop where some of the villagers' fathers moved to gather at his place.

"Okay, really, do we have to tell you about what happened yesterday? It's still good we still want to keep the village even though the gathering here."

Said one Father.

"Well, who's going around the village?"

Ask the shop owner.

"No need to go around, our wong is sitting in a stall near the main road of the village, if there is a thief it must run here."

Said one of the Father.

"Well, if he runs here, if he runs to the grave, it's not found."

"Where would anyone dare to run to the grave now, who there would meet Mirna."

"Don't mention his name, he'll come again."

"Ah far away, this is near the highway, she won't know."

The fathers all laughed.

"But that means right? The sighting of kuntilanak who was going back and forth many residents saw that the late wife of Pamong Yanto?"

Ask the owner of the kepo shop.

The men who were hugging seemed to nod.

"That's exactly her face?"

Ask the shop owner again to make sure.

"Yes, exactly, it's just white, pale,"

Said one of the fathers.

"Pity also yes, but I think I've met several times before that the person is very friendly."

Said the shop owner.

"Not only friendly, she is also very beautiful, if the deceased pamong Yanto must have been the seizure of his widow."

One of the fathers who was greeted with another laugh.

The owner of the stall looks just mesem, he certainly does not feel good with such jokes.

"Winda lost, huh? Widow of our village."

Said another father.

"Yo lost, that far, far beautiful Mirna to nowhere. Winda just won the make up and sexy it, and smart stocky charm seems."

"Ah but my wife once I heard again about Winda he said he had been invited back from the market to be picked up by Pamong Yanto."

The Father is gossiping.

"Loh, what is it?"

Everything is also kepo.

"Yes, I asked instead, he said clearly that Pamong Yanto who invited Winda, it seems they were CLBK before Pamong Yanto's wife died."

"Why did Pamong Yanto cheat?"

"Yes, be honest, cheating, beautiful whole family interlude."

Said one more father.

"Well, a wife as beautiful as that is still seduced by a widow."

"Hes, just try to be held by Winda also will not refuse."

"It's impossible, I'm loyal."

"Not loyal, you are because there has not been a chance, wong unemployed who work wife, dare to cheat in order to be kicked out of the house?"

Haha...

And all the breaking,

They kept telling me about Mirna, both when she was alive and after Mirna died.

Of course, this is no longer a strange thing in our country, where news will be a source of discussion that seems very interesting.

No matter how often you participate in the study, in fact, ghibah has become part of community activities that are considered reasonable, even if there are people who do not participate in these activities, even then it is considered strange.

A transport seemed to stop not far from the stall, down a man with two baskets filled with crackers.

"Man, home Man?"

Greet the Fathers in front of the shop,

The old man who had just come down from the angkot and now began to put up his pikulan seemed to nod.

"Yes, this just came home, monggo gentlemen."

Said the old man selling crackers.

The old man limped along the street, passing the warkop that was located near the main entrance of the village to directly face the highway.

The old man who sold crackers kept walking home. The old man's house was close to the village hall, if it passed through the village streets it would be very far away, then he will usually cut the road through a shortcut that must pass the road in front of the public cemetery and will be directly connected to the alley near the village bale.

The tired old man was walking slowly, until near the cemetery he saw a woman in a white dress sitting on the wall of the public funeral fence.

He sat there staring at the old man.

The old man who had been used to meeting the ghost was walking normally, he looked indifferent, until then he actually passed in front of the fence wall where the female figure was sitting.

The figure of the woman sitting on the wall of the fence also greeted...

"Man, home maaan?"

Ask the woman, though,

the old man from the cracker seller looked at him for a while, then smiled, and then,

"Don't show up too often, you'll be sick yourself."

Said the old man selling crackers, then continued his way to a small dark alley where there was only one small lamp from the back of the village bale building as lighting.

The figure of the woman sitting on the wall of the funeral fence looked at the old man who sold crackers with a sad face, because he heard the old man's words.

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