CANDRAMAYA STORY
Part 4: The Cemetery
The first day of our stall is open, it is not as many as the stalls owned by Warsi but at least on the first day we already have customers. Indeed, not all mother's side dishes sold out, but at least we have returned the capital on the first day and the rest we eat alone.
“That's what Maya said mom's cooking tasty”
“Alhamdullah ya Maya hopefully tomorrow more crowded than today”
“Amin ya bu” At least with our new efforts me and mom so have a new activity that is useful.
“You rest first, I want to settle this briefly”
“Iya ma'am, Maya is also very tired mother do not night-night ya sleep”
The following days our food stalls are getting crowded visitors, even we already have some regular customers who stop by our sanity every meal hour. My mom and I are often overwhelmed by the sheer number of shoppers in our stalls.
Because of this, my mother often complains of gout recurrence. Out of concern for my mother's health I proposed to hire one person to help in our stall. Whether it was a coincidence or not this afternoon there was a woman named Mbak Eni who came to our village to offer help in our shop. Because it just so happened that my mother and I still felt able to refuse Mbak Eni to work in our shop, but maybe this is indeed the windfall mba Eni. God's way of giving fortune to his servant is always in a way we will never know.
I opened the stall as usual, because there was already a mbak Eni who helped in the stall mother just focus on cooking in the kitchen. The rest of me and my brother Eni did.
“Alhamdullah yes bu stalls we are more and more coming, and now we have employees who help us”
“Iya Maya, mom is also very grateful”
“This is the fifth month of our warung bu”
“Iya-ya no feeling yes , May. May the next month our stalls remain as crowded as they are now. Amin”
“Amin”
Apparently in the sixth month we began to experience strange events in the shelter. From the food that quickly stale when we cook at the same time as last month. And mom's cooking always lasts until lunch. But before lunch even fairly early in the morning, only ten o'clock in the morning vegetables and stir-fry began to smell. And this happens every day. And more and more customers are complaining because the food they pack fitting until the house is stale and can not be eaten.
For a long time our stalls were getting quiet and not even a single person stopped by our stalls. My mother and I are saddened by the trials we face today. Our capital money has also been exhausted to cover our losses, even to the point of having to take our savings. Because of the increasingly quiet stalls with a heavy heart, we decided to stop Eni and close our stalls. I don't know what you and I should do after this.
When my mother and I cleaned up our stall and intended to sell all the equipment that was still worth selling suddenly there was a young man who came to our sanity.
“Bu, eat ya bu as usual drink anget sweet” tea
“Sorry, we are no longer selling”
“Loh why mbak Maya, I have regular customers you know mbak Maya. Maya is my friend, right ? I just stayed a week off to close ”
“In fact our mas is no longer selling, this we are cleaning up to ngerongsokin goods stalls that are still worth”
The young man seemed to think and look around our shop.
“Mas, even bengong”
“Ehhh sorry mbak, but if later I come home from work I stop by the house mbak Maya and mom can?”
“Mmmm can anyway, mas”
“Then I am too late, later in the afternoon I will come” And the young man left, I am still confused trying to ignore and not take a headache with the young man's words.
Surely right before the magrib adhan two young men came to my house and one of them was the young man who had come to my sanity this morning.
“Excuse me ma'am, sorry I was ready to introduce my name Aryo and this is my friend Bima”
“Iya nak Aryo nak Bima do not need to hesitate, but yes mother sorry mother has not sold anymore”
“I mean we came here actually I and Aryo already kissed there is something strange with mom” stalls
“Iya ma'am, but because I have something so I have to leave and I did not expect if it became as bad as this”
“You two mean what yes I don't understand”
“Sorry Maya, we can not tell you now insyaallah tomorrow morning Bima and I will come back here again and we will show what caused the shop mbak Maya and bu Santi to be deserted”
The next day while I was sweeping the courtyard, Aryo and Bima came as promised yesterday.
“Assallammualaiku”
“Waalaikumsallam, you two don't work?”
“Loh mbak Maya iki piye toh this is Sunday mbak” said Aryo
“Lah iyo I will not your kayak workers so there is no holiday”
“Oh yes mbak, ready?”
“Before ya mas Bima I call mommy first”
After that my mother and I with Bima and Aryo checked my warehouse exactly my former warehouse. Only the skeleton was left because Aryo forbade me to sell it first because something they meant was still attached there. Whether the goods like what Aryo meant, I just agree with what they asked for.
After almost an hour we searched, Bima found a white cloth that was placed on the side of the wood between the support pole and the pole that supported the roof of the shop. The white cloth bundle was more like a shroud. When Bima opened the bundle of cloth, my mother and I were very shocked to see the contents inside. The grave ground and a few strands of hair that seemed to belong to the mother. Because my mother's hair is longer than mine, my hair is only shoulder-length. That hair is twice the length of my hair.
“What is Bima mas?”
“This is the santet Cemetery bu, someone deliberately put this bundle in the stall of his destination especially if you do not want to make a business that becomes a rival bankrupt”
“Astagfirullah, but who would do this mas?”
“We just wait for ma'am, ba’da magrib will come his person”
“Monggo mas Bima, mas Aryo his tea drunk”
“Thank you mom, already bothered”
“Mum should thank you both for helping mom and Maya”
“We are both people far away ma'am, Aryo saw it just like mom saw the late mother Aryo”
“If nak Aryo wants, nak Aryo can really think of mother as the mother of son Aryo. Anyway whenever you want to come to the house mom will be happy to open the door”
“Wah mother this makes us flattered course”
In the middle of our conversation, suddenly Eni came to the house. With tears that broke Mbak Eni told everything what he had done. Apparently it was Enilah who planted the graveyard in our house. Mbak Eni did that because told by bu Warsi who felt rivaled by our stalls.
My mother and I have forgiven Mrs Eni, after all this is not the will of the mother Eni. Although my mother and I still do not think that the person we have trusted could do this to us.
“Then will mom re-open the stall?” Ask Bima
“Iya ma'am, we will starve if mom does not sell again” added Aryo
“Maya come with ibu” decision
“Mom think, mom will keep closing the stall mom do not want this incident to happen again and make a new problem between mom and bu Warsi”
“Mother seriously? Yahhh bu Aryo disappointed”
“Nak Aryo and nak Bima can still eat mother” cuisine
“Bener mom? Yasudah then every Aryo payday Aryo make shopping money for ibu”
“Bu, do we need to come to Warsi's house to talk about this?”
After things started to improve, my mother and I intended to go to Warsi's house but our arrival was rejected outright by Warsi and we were expelled by Warsi ma'am. Cacian and makian bu Warsi hurled at me and mom.
We can't force someone to like us, at least me and my mom try to take everything and not take revenge on Missi. Something that looks beautiful from the outside is not necessarily beautiful inside, as well as something that looks ordinary or ugly even from the outside can be very beautiful inside. Hopefully you can take the good things from this story, and throw away the negatives.