MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
CHAPTER 26: COINCIDENCE

I couldn't help but say hello to the old grandmother.

"Where are you going?" polite sapaku.

"this, Nduk. I wanted to go home, but I forgot the way home" replied the old grandmother worriedly.

"Loh! Where is the grandmother's house? Why did you get to this place?" manya curious.

"I forgot the name of the village, Nduk. Yesterday, after dawn I left home because I wanted to make a pilgrimage to the grave of my late husband, but coming home seems like I went the wrong way so I got lost up here. It must have been my son and daughter-in-law since yesterday confused looking for me," the grandmother replied still with a puzzled expression.

"Oh Allah, Grandma ... Oh, yeah, did grandma eat?" tanyaku.

"B-yet, Nduk. Already, don't bother, I just want to be escorted home," replied the old grandmother timidly.

"Grandmother has not eaten since when? Has it been since yesterday?" askanyu mind.

"Oh no, Nduk. It just so happened that yesterday I still had money to buy food at the stall. However, today I have no money at all to buy food," replied the old granny honestly.

"Well, we'd better sit there for a little while. I happened to be carrying bread in my bag" I said, pointing to a seat on the side of a small bridge.

"Already, Nduk. Don't bother. That's your supply on the road. Don't give it to me" he replied.

"It's okay, Grandma. I can buy it again on the road. After all grandma must be full in order to help me to track down the origin of the village grandma," I replied.

"Alright, Nduk. Thank you for your kindness, "grandmother replied as she followed my directions to the seat made of cement.

Arriving at the seat, the old grandmother and I sat side by side. I took out the bread from my bag to give it to my grandmother. While waiting for the grandmother to finish eating, I also made a call to Sister Srintil.

"Yes, Ma'am," said Sister Srintil across the street.

"Where, Ma'am? Did you know ojek?" my many.

"The object's all off, ma'am. Here, I was going to the house of one of the neighbors to ask to be escorted there," replied Sister Srintil.

"Will that man drive you, Ma'am?" ask again.

"Yes, Mother. The man knows well, really. He'll drive me. Sinta just calm down. Oh, yes, if my number can not be contacted, Mbak Sinta should not be confused, yes, because my phone is low bat nih. What is clear is that I will come, Ma'am," replied Mbak Srintil assured me.

"It is then, Ma'am," I replied.

We both ended the conversation over the phone. Then I made a phone call to Mr. RT.

"Good morning, Dik Sinta ..," said Mr. RT with his forehead.

"Good morning, Mr. RT. Today we are, right, going to Mr Seno's house to see the contents of his home CCTV?" ask me with a flat tone. Honestly, I do not like the odd tone Mr. RT.

"So dong, Dik. No time? Where are we meeting?" ask Mr. RT.

"Look, Mr. RT. It seemed like there had been some change of plans because there had been an unexpected event. So, we will meet in front of TK AMANAH BANGSA 3. Later I will ride the car Mr. RT," I replied.

"Well, why your husband's car? is there a problem?" ask Mr. RT.

"It's okay. We'll talk about it because now I have to help someone. So, later if I am a bit late please be understood," I replied flatly.

"Oh, just calm down, brother. I will definitely be patient waiting for you and your handsome husband" replied Mr. RT at will. He did not know that Mas Diki could not accompany me. And I don't want him to know that sooner.

"Well, I hung up the phone first" I said, then hung up.

The old granny next to me had already finished eating the few loaves of bread I had given her. After that, I poured mineral water on the old grandmother. He dipped it and finished his drink quite quickly. His way of eating and drinking showed that he was really hungry and thirsty.

"Yes, Grandma. Thanks for the advice. I never went out of the house alone. But, this time I was forced to do it because of something very important," I replied.

"Don't trust people easily, Nduk. The bad guys will do everything they can to get what they want" replied the old granny.

"Yes, Grandma. Thank you for your advice" I replied.

"Thank you for the food and drink. I never ate bread so good. Must be some expensive bread, huh?" ask grandma.

I answered with a smile. The bread that the old granny had just eaten was indeed the best bread I had bought through my good friend.

"Now I want to ask a lot of things to grandma so that I can find out the origin of grandma," I said.

"Alright, Nduk. Please do you want anything?" grandma says.

"What do you remember about the neighborhood around you?" my many.

"Hm ... What is it? Yes, there is a rice field ... Home ... That's all I remember" replied the grandmother.

"okay! Means grandma's house is close to the rice field. Do you remember the name of the village chief or the name of the school or the name of the mosque there?" ask again.

"I don't know the name of the village chief. Elementary School exists, but I don't know what it's called. The name of the mosque is also I don't know, Nduk. Understandably, I am illiterate" the old grandmother replied with a knotty smile.

I feel that the information provided by this old granny is too little and is of a general nature. I was thinking what if I couldn't figure out the origin of this old grandmother's village. While I must immediately go to Mr. Seno's house. I feel sorry and sinful if I can't help this old grandma home.

"Sir, forgive grandma, yes, it has confused you. If you can't help me, it's okay, let me keep looking for it myself. I am sure I can find my way home later," the old grandmother replied as if understanding with the hardness of my heart.

"I'm sorry, yeah, Grandma. Maybe I'll take grandma to the nearest police station later let the police help grandma. I can't possibly let Grandma wander alone down the street" I replied sadly.

"Thank you, Nduk," replied the old grandmother.

"Together, Nduk. Oh, yes, I can take a photo of grandma for me to spread through my phone this? Who knows if a friend of mine can help him" I said.

"By, Nduk. Please!" replied grandma.

I took pictures twice. Then I wrote about the missing grandmother in my WA and Facebook status.

"Mom, try grandma to remember again. Around Grandma's house is there something that isn't anywhere else?" ask again.

Before the grandmother answered, I saw that there was a public transport at the end of the road that was heading to where we both were.

"I remember something, Nduk. In my village there is a sacred tomb that every Friday night is crowded with people from various regions to find blessings there. Once a year near the tomb was held a ruwatan event," replied the old grandmother stammeringly.

"Mbah Darmo's Tomb?" my many.

"Yes, right, Nduk. How do you know that?" ask grandma astonishment.

"The name of the village of Grandma Curah Putih. The head of his village is called Ki Sukmo and the name of the mosque near his grandmother's house is called Baitur Rohim Mosque, right?" my insistence.

"Yes, right, Nduk. How, you know?" ask grandma more and more.

"Come, come with me on that ride. I'll take my grandmother home to my grandmother's village" I replied seriously as I led grandmother's hand into the public transport that stopped right in front of us.

"Where do you know my village, Nduk?" ask grandma again.

"I don't just know, Grandma. But, I am very familiar with that place," I replied firmly.

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