The Sand Palace II
Crushed

“Lu want a lot of money, right? You brush off Darma. Destroyed Bilqis' household. Hahah” Vera said in a phone call.

He was happy that he had succeeded in destroying Bilqis' household, the enemy was like a parasite. The greatest possibility is to wait for the victim to be completely paralyzed. He paid Titin so much that he wanted to get close to Darma until he became his mistress. As Darma begins to read, secret letters from dark boyfriends sent to the office on behalf of Darma are taken over by Tomi for fear of knowing his sister.

“Si brash Darma bluntly challenged me. If I make a fuss in the office, what will the people who do not know the problem say? They only came to the brief conclusion that Darma, the cruel brother-in-law, beat up his sister-in-law in his own office, so Tomi's inner” moved to bring all the letters into his briefcase.

In the middle room, his extended family gathered while enjoying a warm snack finished closing the stall. The happiness of a little joke can not cover the look of his mother's face. Tomi understands the burden of her mother thinking about her children.

“Because I heard Rusli was sick, for some time you stayed here. I'll find a smart man to find out what the real disease in my grandson's pain.”

From morning until evening, Rusli's body temperature is fine. Arriving at night, he was very fussy. The cry was very strong squealing ears, the strangest thing was when the four-year-old child was defecating. The smell of stinging carcasses carried by the wind, until the buyers who could not bear to choose to leave.

Before morning, Hani brought the diapers and pants that were exposed to her grandson's dirt to the public bath. He wrapped up the dirty diapers, threw them in the trash and washed Rusli's pants. A grandmother who loved her grandson very much makes Minten happy to have a good mother-in-law.

Finished taking care of the grandchildren, preparing the merchandise that today is taken care of by Minten. He went with Dodon to go to a shaman to bring the conditions that must be prepared.

“You're the father of the boy?”

“True Mbah, I am his father. What happened to my son?”

“Your child is affected by the disorder of baby Tarakan, a baby who miscarried or a baby who was worshiped during his pregnancy. Remove all your child's clothes and replace them with new ones. Necklace this talisman on his neck, do not take it off before approaching forty days.”

“Good mbah thanks.”

After meeting the shaman, Hani cried in his room. He realized that great sins were in God's wrath. Trusting the supernatural, asking for help from someone human to solve the problem. Realizing the sins he committed in his youth is related to the karma he faced.

In the past, when he worked in oil palm plantations as an oil palm worker. A freelance day laborer, the hardworking woman often experiences mystical things especially on a day she never forgets in her lifetime.

A rolling slash near a large tree, he approached the thing that was still spinning until it flew in his palm. Since the strange events, Hani rarely gets sick. He can also lift the sick fruit with one hand. Help provide fertilizer, take the rest of the brondolan fruit to dare to cross the river carrying the remaining pieces of iron from the tenera machine factory.

Part-time job sewing burlap before opening a small shop business. Hani did not forget his behavior asking the shaman to be given love so that the officials did not remove it. At that time the economic crisis hit, the difficulty of finding a job so that he was more active in working so that his children did not starve.

The arrival of Bilqis carrying her son shocked her family. Lysa is taken over by Risa, she kisses her nephew's cheek and forehead bringing her inside. Withered, pale face running unbalanced. Bilqis holding on to the arm of the chair finished shaking hands with the others.

“How come yourself dik, which husband?” ask Minten.

“If in Darma do not ask, he is a busy man working. Oh yes, brother, where are you from? How to bring plastic medicine?”

“Let's just let Darma pick you up and my niece on.”

Overnight at the parents' house with no husband by her side, Lysa's cry awakens her. Warm formula milk, cradling her child slowly put back near Risa asleep. A busy day at his big outhouse, Bilqis takes over helping to tidy up the house. He made up Tomi's clothes, several sheets of envelopes falling from under her clothes. A name written Darma in each different sender. Bilqis took the pink envelope, there was a picture of a red lipstick lip stuck on the front.

From Ida in Lalang village.

To Darma, the man I love.

When do you come home? My sister is waiting for your proposal that does not come. One village already knows the news of our application, sister is very happy with the expensive gifts that I sent the other day. Sister waiting for the monthly pocket money ya mas.

Greetings from your lover.

Bilqis' tears spilled, on that day she covered the rest of the rainstorm at the end of the eye. Ask her mother for permission to bring Lysa home. Hani sees his son's face moody, he doesn't hold back his son and granddaughter from staying. Worried, Hani called a rickshaw bike, brought food and kissed his grandson's forehead hoping to stay healthy and protected the Khalik.

“Remember Bilqis, if there is anything quickly notify mom.”

“Ya ma'am, Bilqis says yes. Assalamualaikum.”

“Walaikumsalam.”

At the door, Bilqis waited for her husband's return. Her strong guess felt her husband sleep all night with another woman. This time the man came home on foot, his top button off, his hair disheveled screaming knocking on the door. Bilqis pulled her collar, she glared throwing love letters on her face.

“Duh sick, are you crazy? Want to be a bad wife?"

“Clearly to me, which other woman are you teasing behind me? Why don't you ever change? Let me go, let me go get Lysa. I can't stand facing you!”

Bilqis' shout woke up the baby, she left Darma responding to Bilqis' attitude with a grinning smile. The word divorce is just a figment, he won't be able to leave it. The pellets and the woman's soul were embedded in the grave ground. Darma went into the room continuing his sleep.

Geck, tok, tok.

“Excuse me! Mas Darma.”

The voice of the woman calling out to Darma rang out, Bilqis holding Lysa to see who the guests were coming. When he opened the door, Bilqis was surprised to see Titin standing in front of him.