The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 46: The Bitter Reality

A woman in black laughed loudly in the courtyard of Bagas' house. It made some people who were taking care of Sakha's body, out of the house. Of course Bagas himself.

"Hello, Sweetheart! Still remember me? Hows it? Still want to say that I'm no better than your wife?" The woman said loudly and arrogantly.

"Rethno? Whatchu mean?"

"Who do you think makes your wife only give birth to one child? You think, who made your daughter like that? Me! I'm the guy, but .. It's all because of you, Bagas!"

Some people try to subdue Retno. However, Bagas with his cue, stopped them.

"You know, Retno. I don't want to marry you first, because what?"

"Allah! That's just your excuse! Now, feel the consequences!"

Mayang who had been silent, felt very angry. He ran towards Retno and grabbed the woman's hair.

"I don't know you, but if you disturb my family. I'm not going to stay quiet either."

Mayang is not a match for Retno. The woman used her black magic, to get rid of her opponent.

Mayang's body slammed, falling on the grassy lawn. He held his chest after vomiting blood. Several mothers rushed over, saving him.

"You stay there, lady s*alan! Or you'll suffer the same fate as your son-in-law!" gertak Retno's.

On his knees, both eyes were wet.

"If you hate me, just kill me, Retno. Don't bother my wife and son. I don't want you to ally with the devil. That's why I used to throw those things away. You remain adamant, I decided to leave you. And marry another woman. Now, what do you want?"

Retno looked at the man before her. He still loved the man, but his heartache was still not healed.

"I just want you to feel the pain I feel. But I can't control that thing like I used to. Now, the rest, just enjoy." Retno laughed chuckling then she turned her body into a snake and darted away quickly.

Bagas gasped when he heard the words of the thin-faced woman earlier. He can't do anything anymore. The man looked down, crying in silence. He regretted not asking for help from people who are experts in this field.

The people who witnessed the incident started to whisper. All this time, their guess is correct. Some of the boys and gentlemen are back. They said they had not found Mesha. The Sakha family had come to retrieve the man's body.

In the dark sky, Nirwasita in the form of a pheasant, had seen the incident earlier. Looking at the traces of magic on the corpse, he saw the creature as he recognized it. For a moment, he came down and turned into his old man form. Keep an eye out for events when a woman turns into a snake.

With his invisible form, Nirwasita walked around looking at Bagas house. He found a bracelet he recognized, lying on the dresser.

"So, this is the house of the girl that Arsyanendra and her granddaughter used to protect."

Then he looked at the photo on the wall.

"Beautiful, for the size of a man."

Nirwasita left when some people were already getting crowded. He came to Arsyanendra who was sitting closed in a rocking chair. That night, Zayan was not seen at home.

"Where's the kid?"

"He's overtime" Arsyanendra replied after opening his eyes.

"I saw an incident when I came here. You remember that bracelet I used to make a pair of?"

Arsyanendra sat down, straightening his back.

"What's up with that?"

"That means, the girl with the bracelet?"

"Detach. And I don't know where."

"Should I tell my granddaughter."

"I don't think so first. Let me finish something first."

At the office, Zayan had just finished the contents of the coffee cup to two of them. The man stretched his body for a moment, then put the papers on the table. After making sure everything was tidy and clean, he grabbed his trucker jacket, then rushed home.

From the office of Bentala Swarga Group, Zayan walked towards the ojek base. That late, there will be no buses or public transport passing by. Some taxi drivers, lots of chatting. Like a crowd. A motorcycle taxi driver was willing to drive him home.

"That was, funny, Mom. There was a girl still wearing a wedding dress found crying in an empty stall. Looks like he ran away because he didn't want to get married."

"Oh, that's it." Zayan only responded as necessary to the chat with the taxi driver. Besides being tired, he was also not interested in gossiping.

Arriving at home, Zayan took off his jacket and shoes on the terrace. Slowly, he opened the door with the key he was carrying. Then the road rang towards his room. He saw his grandfather still sitting on his rocking chair. The old man's eyes closed.

"Just come home, Le?"

Zayan surprised. He stopped his steps.

"Loh, Mbahkung hasn't slept yet."

The man approached his grandfather, stroking and pecking at the back of the hand.

"Eat already? There was rice on the table. Eat the unsavory, Le."

"It was in the office, Mbahkung."

"Ah, yes it is. Just take a break."

Zayan laid down his tired body. He looked at the ceiling of his room until he fell asleep. In his sleep, he dreamed. In the dream, he walked in a vast field of flowers. As he walked down the rocky path, he saw a woman in bridal clothes, standing behind him.

"Mas Zay ..." call the woman without turning her body.

Zayan was surprised by the call. He slowly approached to try to see the woman's face. But suddenly, the white kebaya was flooded with blood pouring from the left shoulder. The man stopped his steps.

The woman was crying, with a blood-soaked kebaya. Suddenly the woman's body collapsed, slashing into ashes. Zayan jerks. He woke up from his sleep. Still with heavy eyes due to drowsiness, he saw a watch that was coiled around his wrist. Its long needles are seen stacked on the number three.

Zayan remembered that he had not fulfilled his duty. The man shuffled up, changing his clothes with clean clothes taken from the closet. After cleansing himself and completing his worship ritual. The young man sat in bed with his laptop. Type his internship report for campus.

His dream was a bit of a distraction. He decided to make another cup of coffee. Then continue his work.

The voice of the Adzan reverberated, Zayan stopped his activities and went to take ablution. Then he headed to a mosque not far from his grandfather's house. He passed with the grandfather who was neat with long-sleeved batik clothes and prayer mats draped on the shoulders.

"Sleep, Le?"

"Jih, Mbahkung."

"Yes already. Come on, before it's too late!"

Zayan took his grandfather by the arm, helping the old man walk. Nirwasita smiled at the sight from afar.

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