The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 40: Inner Conflict

"Curse? What's your curse?" Sakha took her eyes off the photo album in her hands .

"That's .. rumors I heard from the neighbors. About the woman .. uh, your future wife."

"Try, tell me the details!"

The photographer told me about what he heard when two clients came to his place. Incidentally, they were neighbors not far from Mesha's residence. A mother and child who will also hold a celebration.

Sakha nodded as her friend told her story. Sometimes, the man scrunched his forehead.

"So?"

"So! Stay so! To be honest, I don't believe in such things. Some superstition. Nothing's gonna happen. Just relax!" Sakha said firmly. There was absolutely no doubt in the heart of the man.

"Yes already. Then, next week's shooting schedule, seven in the morning, you should get here. We'll find a good place together."

"okay."

***

Sakha had just parked her motorbike in front of the house, as she saw a black shadow flashing. The man blinked both eyes. He thought it was just a hallucination. However, again, the figure of a man in all-black clothes stood in the distance. Staring with sharp eyes.

A gentle pat on the shoulder made Sakha startled and then turned her head.

"Why sit for so long on the bike, Le? Ngeliatin what?"

"Eh, Mommy. There was a man standing under that banyan tree. Mum see?"

Ningsih simply shook her head, answering her son's question.

Unwilling to extend the guess, Sakha smiled, extending a hand. Experiencing, then kissed the back of Ningsih's hand respectfully.

"Sakha's just looking wrong, ma'am. Oh yeah, how? Mesha's deck has chosen the color of the fabric, ma'am?" Sakha got off her bike and walked towards the house. While Ningsih followed behind.

"It has. Good choice. Oh yes, you are also told to fit together after wearing Fat so."

"Yes, Mom. Have you also chosen a cloth for sarimbit?"

"Emmm... What's up, Le? This isn't an exaggeration to?"

Sakha sits slumped on the living room couch, after getting into the house. Ningsih remained standing looking at him with a worried look.

"Excessive how the hell, Mom? It was Sakha's special day. Everyone should feel special that day without exception." Sakha refuted the middle-aged woman's words gently.

"Is your savings enough? When it's over, after marriage, how do you charge your family?"

Sakha smiled, she gently pulled her mother's hand. Patting slowly on the back of the hand.

"Mom doesn't have to worry about anything. Yea? Just trust Sakha. All is taken into account."

Hearing the words from Sakha's mouth, Ningsih was filled with excitement. Both of his eyes began to water.

"It's supposed to be all mommy, Le. It's my mother's last duty as a parent." Ningsih tried to hold back her freshness and tears. He turned his face in the other direction. "Do you want a drink?" he continued to shift the subject.

Sakha looked at the back of her mother who was walking away. There was mixed feeling in his chest. Like something's up. He just wants, when that day comes, his mother should be the happiest person. Because all this time, the woman had worked hard to raise him and Yumna.

It's still fresh in Sakha's memory as her father is gone forever by accident. Some days they stick with potluck money. Although many men want to ask the mother. The tough woman, resolutely refused. Go around peddling various traditional cakes to increase the cost of school for children.

At that time, Sakha also secretly took a part-time job after school. Any job. It even helps people to dry rice, he did. He asked nothing of his mother. Because he knows their economic situation. The part-time money, he collected for his own school needs.

Sakha decided not to continue her education to college, at that time. Although, Ningsih insisted on telling her to register. The man relented, to Yumna. He realized, after the departure of his father, he must be like the father. Protecting, protecting the two women he loved. Many girls craved it, but he was indifferent.

Ringing cell phones at the table, disperse Sakha's daydream. He answered the call, then talked to someone.

"So the building's full of schedules? Duh! How'this?" sakha lamented, still talking on the phone."

"Other options, as usual, make tarup at the house of one of the brides. Usually in the bride. If allowed, we'll drop the team off for the survey." Someone was talking across.

Sakha hangs up the phone call, after agreeing to all the advice of her friend who handles the sacred event later. That means, he also has to call Mesha. From that day on, he was not allowed to meet. Like the tradition of pingitans in general. Unless there is something important that requires both candidates to meet.

The voice is still heard from across. Sakha is worried, she interrupts her lover's break. After several more attempts, Mesha finally raised the call.

"Am I interrupting, Deck?" he heard the voice of the answer across.

"Gak, Mum. I just cleaned up earlier in the living room with my father, same mother. So, no phone."

Sakha conveyed what she had discussed earlier with some of her friends.

"Next week at seven o'clock in the morning for the photoshoot and there's someone coming to my house, Mas?"

"Yes, Deck. If your family objected to the previous event ...."

For a moment the two men were silent. Sakha is worried that her words will offend Mesha.

"I'll talk to you first, mom, Mom."

"Oh, yes. Yes, Deck. If you like objection. The show at my house will be okay."

"Yes, Mas. I'll ask you first."

Sakha smiled. Feeling relieved after hearing Mesha's voice. Although some time before, they had already walked together. Things related to the woman, always warms the heart of the man.

***

On the side of the road, right under a shady tree. A figure of a man, growled in annoyance. He could only have the woman he so desired, after she took off her shield. He cursed something that prevented him from getting close to the girl.

He could only touch from far away. Through a gust of wind or looking at the level of the wood. If possible, he will make the woman become the same as she was. However, the curse can be carried out if no man wants the woman.

The man dressed in all black was exasperated when he remembered a boy who might have been aware of his existence. Then make a limit, for him.

"Just wait! I will try hard to destroy all the men who tried to take my bride!" he shouted, making some other creatures there, surprised.

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