The Sand Palace II
Birth and inner trials

All the requirements were set up, Marina began to carry out the ritual. For a while the stalls are closed Hani, still on the catering order must be prepared. The more days he gets busy, there are trials coming back and forth. Bilqis holds her baby while Darma reasons overtime which requires her to leave early. All the family members attended the ritual of the second baby Bilqis which began to be placed on a white mori cloth.

Marina cuts the baby's hair buds, she sows flowers on it. A few seconds later, a strange sound was heard. Lightning that strikes even though the rain does not rain.

“Put this under your bedside mu” child said Marina.

“Good ma'am.” Bilqis went to pick up the thing that was filled with the puddle of flowers.

She was also given some antidotes, this is the second ritual to release her baby from the disturbance of creatures that target the body of the baby. In the meeting, as usual, Darma is always absent. The staff and other members began to think the unwarranted empty couris was the source of the seriousness of its obligations at work.

Decrease, displacement of tasks that are no longer in the office. Darma was surprised he was moved to the processing department at the palm oil mill. “It's my fault what got dumped like this?”

“Already accept Dar, you are lazy to enter the office. Accuracy was also meeting last night all important guests were present. I'm busy, enjoy the new place. Ahahah” Syndir Usup.

Enter the area of boiling, oil processing. Giant machines are arranged in it, the atmosphere is very hot. In the early stages of receiving oil palm brondolan then boiled in the machine. The fruit is separated from the bunches and reinserted to the machine at a certain temperature. The stage of production of the oil is extracted from the fiber with the last step on purification.

Waste or empty bunches are taken by many workers who work there. Many utilize solid waste for fertilizer, livestock feeding, fuel and more.

“Hei new people old residents, you do not want to take home solid waste? Or empty shell?” tanya Dayat glanced at the car keys in her hand.

“No, you've already taken.”

“You don't want to come with us to Centini's restaurant. The workers are very bohai, you must be at home. There are also many girls from outside who go into.”

“Follow, ahahah.”

The eyes of the wild man glanced at the armour wrapped around the smiling body of the woman presenting a glass of hot sweet tea. The parasite is tempting, the expertise of subduing the men to feel at home for long in their stalls. She was a woman who already had a husband and children, but her habit of disturbing people's husbands as if it was ingrained.

Dating factory workers, the incoming money he received was enough even more for selling capital. Today he wants to trap one of the men, starting after his stall is closed. Centini called her husband to pick her up.

Joking laughter, caresses and seduction managed to make the man unable to bear to get close to Centini. Her husband was very surprised to see his wife in another man's tease. “Bigger! Argh!”

Signs of evidence disturbing people's wives, Centini smiled to see her husband asking for compensation of ten million rupiah.

Threatening Kiman was reported to the police if three more days did not bring him the money he asked for. The man was afraid to promise to pay soon because he did not want to deal with the authorities to creep into his work.

“Uhuk what? The Kiman got apes?” said Dayat coughed out his drink.

“Yes, we have to pay the binik ten million cuy. Like the price of virgins that are disrupted, just” said Haranja.

The man who does not think of his wife and children, his work at home is just lazing around. He did not ask about the news of his baby who had just been treated by his family. Removing shoes in any place, after work he looked for a pillow to lay down his body. Bilqis shook her head, she placed the shoes on the shelf. Raise Darma's hanging legs and close the window.

Bilqis slightly distanced Lysa, she gave a bolster limiter due to her husband's irregular sleeping position. The hard word wants him to embed, yes he thinks opening and closing the eyes are equally not at home in one point.

“I have to be more patient with it, all for the sake of my children” murmured.

Her second baby is only seven months old, but she will have another sister. Bilqis daily activities are more solid in taking care of her children. Moreover, both of them were toddlers, she never complained about her husband's bad habits. All the pain he swallowed, until in the cold afternoon. The sound of knocking on the door of an unknown person is the beginning of life's next difficulty.

“Darma! Pay your debts! where the hell, how long time open the door.”

A woman was carrying a large bag, a red fan fan fanning the direction of her face. The woman was very rudely pushing the door when Bilqis had just opened it. Stalling his left palm wide open, he screamed many times asking for his forest to be paid.

“Where is your husband? pay debt! The flowers count doubled for two months!”

“Sorry who are you? What debt I don't know.

“Do not many reasons, you husband and wife are the same. Tell your husband tomorrow to pay his debt, or I'll charge him to his workplace!”

Knock the next door, a man wearing nothing less conspicuous and strange. Hats big like people want to plow fields, cigarette smoke billowing into the face of Bilqis who turned from the window. The day began to evening, there was a foreign male guest making him not dare to open the door.

“Whose father is looking for?” ask from the window.

“Where is Darma, I want him to pay his debts that are due.”

“Mas Darma hasn't come home sir.”

“Then I'll wait for him here.”

Bilqis rubbed her stomach, she did not want to increase stress with the new problems created by her husband. Debt beyond the knowledge of the wife is overdue, two debt collectors in one day. “Who else owes Darma mas out there?” muttered.

About three hours the man waited until he left on his own while breaking a pot in front of the house. Want him out scolding, evicting or arbitrary guests in his house. From behind the curtain he noticed that many neighbors saw and even heard the debtors.

Late at night, a disturbance of the delicate creatures began to lurk, Bilqis on the bed saw her second baby begin to fidget. On the table that he provides specifically the needs of his son so as not to pacing into the kitchen. Hot thermos, milk bottles, small buckets and diaper baskets. He swung soothingly while glancing at the wall clock.

“Mas Darma has been home for a long time! I have to call now”