Nyimas Randusewu's Offer

As a wife Ajeng always tries to help meet the needs of their family. Ajeng loves Darma with all the flaws he has. Ajeng had no regrets about marrying Darma, even though their lives had been the subject of insults from their parents since the beginning of their marriage until now.

Luckily, good people like Masiti still care about their lives. Giving work for Ajeng or Darma to meet their daily needs, even if only perfunctory. In the late afternoon, all of Ajeng's work was finished; all the party invitations at Masiti's house had returned home. Ajeng, who had washed all the cooking utensils and cleaned the kitchen as usual, was getting ready to go home.

"Ma'am, my job is done. I want to go home."" Ajeng said to Masiti, who had just left the main house and headed for the kitchen, which was in a different building from Masiti's main house.

"Thank you, Dear. Next time I want to ask for your help again. This for you. Bring it home for your children and husband." Masiti gave two plastic bags filled with blessing feasts.

"This is your salary. Thank you for helping me today," continued Masiti handing some money to Ajeng.

" Don' give me some money Ma'am." Ajeng refused, gently pushing Masiti's hand to away from the money.

"No, Ajeng, don't refuse it. You have to achieve it, this is for you. Thank you." Masiti puts the money into the blessing plastic.

"You can go home now, Dear." Masiti ordered to Ajeng.

Ajeng immediately bowed before stepping out of Masiti's kitchen. Her neighbours are the kindest and always give her work. Masiti's age is the same as Sumini's, but Masiti's and Sumini's ways of thinking are very different.

Masiti never once discouraged Ajeng from having a husband like Darma. In fact, She often gives advice that Ajeng does not get consumed by the hate speech that Sumini and Dulmana often say to her husband. So, without hesitation, Ajeng frequently pours her heart and thoughts on Masiti.

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The twilight at the west end welcomes the coming night, making the thick night immediately envelop the earth of Rancarawa. Ajeng knocked on her door. Her husband had gone home because Dewan had said so this afternoon.

In front of house, Ajeng also saw Darma's hoes and machetes, which were usually kept under the bamboo bed made by Darma's hand. When it rained heavily, Darma did not go to the fields. Almost all the furniture that she owns is produced by her own husband because they do not have extra money to buy various household furniture, such as the neighbours on the left and right of Ajeng's house.

"Daddy, Dewan." Ajeng called after opening the door.

The house looked deserted. Randi's bicycle that Dewan had brought was parked in front of house, so Ajeng guessed that her son had also come home from cycling. Especially when dusk comes, Dewan often goes to the little mosque, for whatever reason. Dewan said he was learning the Al-Quran as Masiti had said.

As a parent, Ajeng doesn't know what form the book that Dewan studied is in. She also does not know what her son is learning, so every evening Dewan always goes to the mosque with other children in Rancarawa village.

"Mom, have you come home?" The sound of the door opening and Dewan came out of his room.

Immediately, Dewan grabbed Ajeng's right hand. The two plastic bags from Masiti had been placed on the bamboo bed in the front room.

"Ma'am, I am going to the mosque," said Dewan, who was already neatly dressed in long pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt.

"I brought some food. don't you eat first," said Ajeng, pointing to the plastic bag she got from Masiti.

"I want to eat at the mosque with other friends. Every Friday night there are various foods that Abah Mul and Umi Lela provide for us," answered Dewan.

Ajeng can only nod her head, she does not understand what is being conveyed to her son. In Ajeng's heart, she just doesn't want to forbid her son as long as the activities carried out by Dewan are positive and can make him a better child.

When Dewan kissed her hand, Ajeng said, "Be careful when you go to the mosque."

"Okay, Mom, Assalamualaikum."

"Wait a minute, do you know where is your father?" Ajeng paused as Dewan prepared to flee the house.

"I think he is in the room, Mom. Because when he got home, Dad said that he was dizzy."

"Oh, Okay. I'll see him later. Be careful, Dear."

"Okay, Mom." Dewan immediately ran out of the house, while Ajeng went into the room to look for her husband.

"Daddy, My honey," called Ajeng with the movement of her hand pushing the bedroom door.

"Finally, you come home, Beib," said Darma with quivering lips.

Darma's meeting with Nyimas Randusewu make Darma's body shiver with cold and heat. For some reason, he felt the shadow of Nyimas Randu always followed him by saying the same sentence over and over again. 'Marry me, Darma ... satisfy me in my bed'

"Why are you, Honey? Why is your body shivering? Oh my God, it's so hot." Ajeng waved her hand when she found Darma's body temperature was high.

"I feel cold, Beib, can you hug me?" Darma asked in a trembling and stammering voice.

Ajeng obeyed. She climbed onto the bed and hugged Darma's body with her chest as a pillow for her husband's head.

"Ajeng-my Beib, would you believe me when I say that this afternoon I met the demon's queen of Randusewu?" Darma stuttered, unable to bear to share his story with his wife.

"Nyimas Randusewu," guessed Ajeng, because the name Nyimas Randu was often referred to by the residents of Rancarawa.

Some people say that the leader of the demons in the Randusewu forest is beautiful. Nyimas Randu does not have a Guide, and She does not accept the worship of anyone except the chosen ones who fit his heart's taste.

"Mas, did Nyimas Randu ask you to be her husband?" Ajeng's chest felt tight when she realised her husband had nodded.

As Ajeng knows, no one will be able to escape the persuasion of Nyimas. Nyimas Randu always gets what she wants. Ajeng also knows that the man chosen by Nyimas is always a man who will be her husband. Ajeng often hears rumours about the beautiful of Nyimas Randu. However, she never think that Nyimas will choose her husband.

"Do you accept Nyimas Randu's ask to marry?"

Darma shook his head, and Ajeng breathed a sigh of relief because she didn't have to share Darma's love with the ruler of the black world, whom she would never be able to compete with.

Let her live in poverty as long as her husband's love is only for her alone, not shared with anyone. Especially with a beautiful-looking stealth who often promises wealth and thrones in exchange for sacrifices and obligations from the worshipper to satisfy his desires.