Abandoned House (True Story)

True Story - Opponent Or Friend: Indigo Part 6

I think there is no harm in following Usman's desire, who knows there is indeed an important thing that he wants to convey.

Not wanting to waste time, I followed behind him, still with a big question mark on my head. Until we arrived at the main doorway, and Bi Ida was cleaning the sofa in a hurry, when she saw we were about to enter the house.

"Sorry, messy, Den," said Bi Ida, picking up some clothes scattered on the sofa.

"Yes, Bi. Its alright. So ngerepotin, right," I replied, holding back the awkwardness that started to linger.

"It was going to be ironed but not yet perfect ..," continued bi Ida, laughing clumsily by the state of his house, then went into the room with the clothes he had on his right arm.

"Sit, Den ... Mamang make coffee first," said mang Usman, before finally he passed towards the kitchen.

I sighed, then sat down on the sofa facing the kitchen. "Okay, Mang ... No need to take nicotine."

"You are, Den. Every time you come here you never want to play at home, Mamang! Is Deni's brother here just Arif?"

I was still silent and rubbed my hair, confused to answer how, "Not that, Mang ...."

"Main, lah. Inhere. Model house Mamang far away!"

"I don't know, Mang. Deni is rare to Wa Titi's house is also most often in the Lodge house, right?"

"Rarely how? Every afternoon Mamang clay Deni take a meal instead of a handyman! Feels like everyone else Mamang, mah!"

Before long Usman returned with two cups of coffee and one plastic jar that he put on the tray.

"Where is the Lodge house, Den. Aman?" straightforwardly mang Usman, put the tray on the table right in front of me, and thrust one cup of coffee. "As long as it's still anget."

I saw the glass still emitting smoke, it was definitely very hot, and to question Usman I just smiled a little in response.

Maybe for the real world it is safe, even though the lodge is far from the center of the crowd, but I have never heard if the lodge house is disturbed by people who intend evil.

"Fame, Mang ... Just two heads left."

"No problem, right?" repeated Usman's mang, making me look back at him.

I shook my head faintly as I threw a faint smile at him, "No, Mang. All is safely under control."

Mang Usman did not budge, he just nodded faintly and then knocked down on the sofa bludru brown plain—right face me. Until a long sigh rang out and he again said, "You take it easy, Den. No serious problem .... My mother did not bring Atif here. Because there are important things that Mamang wants to ask directly the same, Deni."

Both of my eyebrows furrowed at Usman's words, unable to guess where this conversation was going. "It's important, Mang?"

"But, before Mamang want to ask and I ask you to answer honestly!"

Like an arrow piercing my mind, I don't know what wind makes Usman doubt my attitude.

Feeling sure if there is no problem with Usman mang, I also answered his question confidently, "When Deni is not honest the same, Mamang?" I said, then sipped a glass of coffee that I had cooled down.

"Mamang often see Deni busy here to help Wa Titi, and take care of the Lodge house. Did Deni get a salary?"

I sighed moderately, and put the coffee cup back on top of a small plate. "If it's a salary, anyway. No, Mang. But bang Yudi likes to give money to Deni and Arif."

"Is that enough to give thanks, your mother?"

I was a little jolted at hearing that, and again asked in this inner being. Duh! Go that way, anyway. What do-don't Mang Usman in-telp Mama...

I bowed doubtfully in answering his question, "No doubt, Mang. Sometimes you can send money, but sometimes it's lost somewhere."

A moment Mang Usman turned his face away from me then chuckled lazily before returning to utter words. "Better Deni find the right job. Poor Mama's at home!"

The atmosphere was silent for a while, as I pondered over all of Usman's words. For a moment I thought, but still that reason became the main factor why I prefer the task given bang Yudi rather than working elsewhere.

"Deni also wanted to, Mang. Work out there. But Deni does not feel good as Yudi," I said, "Bang Yudi has borne all the costs that I like when getting an education in the city of Bandung."

Hearing that explanation, Usman fell silent, his face seemed agitated, as if he was thinking of the right idea to break my reasoning.

"I understand that, Den. And you know your nature. But it's good that you leave the house!" the imbau mang Usman.

My eyes were incessantly staring at Usman mang with all sorts of questions that began to arise in this mind. There must be something that made him say that. Butwhat?

"What's really going on, Mang? Did Mama tell you something similar, Mamang? Or was Deni told to go home?"

"Not that, Den," cried Usman, shaking his head repeatedly. "The mamang also do not know why .... But lately there's been a dream haunting Ma ...."

"Dreams, Mang?" I shuffled from sitting with both arms on the table.

"That's Weird, Den! Three days in a row Mamang dreamed. If Deni is attached to one of the rooms in the Lodge house!"

My eyes glanced in all directions as these two eyebrows tapered, trying to interpret what was conveyed by the Usman mang. And I don't know why this hunch actually gave up on the creatures that I often meet at the Lodge house.

"Mamang is just worried about Deni .... You are a far away house, if Arif and others obviously Mamang do not care so much, because it is their home," said Usman, with a slightly restrained voice. On the other hand I could not pull a word, only silent silence while staring at the ceramics.

So many questions continue to develop in this brain, that makes me worried to choose the right words for this discussion.

Is this the right time to tell all the events that I often experience at the lodge. However, can Usman react to it well?!

But, judging from his attitude today, of course he couldn't! Don't listen to my complaints later. Just had a dream that Usman had asked me to leave here.

It's unfair to argue with Usman, especially for my own good. However, I must be able to convince Mang Usman so that he no longer worries about my condition.

"Mang .... Don't worry about Deni. Me and the others are fine there," I said, kindly and gently trying to convince Usman, "lagian Deni in the Lodge is not alone, there are Arif, Ardan, Alvien and workers."

"There's no need to hide that, Den! Mamang already knew if at the lodge there was something wrong!" lugas mang Usman, managed to attract back my attention.

This time I was very surprised to hear it, and sure very well if the Usman mang had realized that there were strange things often happening in the house of the plant.

"Do you know everything?" I parroted, hoping that what Usman meant was the same as what I thought.

"From the first time Mamang set foot in the lodge house, I could already feel that so many Jin Qarin were passing by in the house. But Mamang prefers silence, Den! And only now do I want to speak up, because what?! Because now it's all about you, Den!" loud mang Usman, almost sounding emotion but he still held it.

I pulled my back until straight, these eyeballs slanted looking straight at the face of the Usman mang who now no longer saw a smile even engraved on his lips.

"I mean Mamang? All the jinn at the lodge are after him, Deni?" I said, hesitatingly and trembling.

Mang Usman shook his head faintly, then returned in a medium tone, "What have you done in that house, Den?!" said Usman mang, making me shocked unhappy to hear it.

"Well! Lacuins?! Deni didn't do anything in that house, Mang! I swear to you, me!" I began to feel uncomfortable with what I was being accused of. "I'm just sleeping there, nothing more!"

"Impossible! That night it was all in an uproar! Because seeing Edi in a limp condition is helpless! What caused that, Den?!"

"Lho, Kok! Mamang be real, Deni! I know, Mang! Edi suddenly disappeared and—" mang Usman beheaded my words out loud.

"Disappeared?! You said Edi was missing! It's clearly the devil over there who almost wretched your sister! Then do you want all that to happen to you, huh?!"

I only mutely looked at Usman's mang. Everything that Usman revealed was not wrong, but I did not know which path to choose. Instantly I weakened, to the point of drowning, "What do you want Deni to do, Mang?"

"Leave the farmhouse, Den!" short mang Usman.

"Deni should say what to bang Yudi, Mang? Deni doesn't want to be seen as ungrateful, or doesn't understand the return."

"It's all for your good, too. Deni just said there was an urgent work call, maybe you'll understand."

I know very well the nature of Bang Yudi, certainly not that easy to talk to him. If only reason was that simple, he would definitely prefer to pay me to stay here, and naturally it would only worsen the fraternal rope of me and the Yudi bang.

"No, Mang. That was not a reason that was hard to break by him. Do you know for yourself what is the nature of Bang Yudi?" sahutku, with one palm of the arm refuting the forehead. "One day when bang Yudi asked me to return to the Lodge, but I refused him on the grounds of my deteriorating condition. And do you know what Yudi does? He came home, and took me to the hospital to get much more decent intensive care."

"If it's like that, let Mamang say the same to Yudi!"

"No need, Mang! This is Deni and Bang Yudi's business. Deni can't do anything about this problem .... But Deni is confident he can still survive, at least for a few weeks, or months, Mang! Until really Deni feels no longer at home living in a lodge!"

The atmosphere was silent for a while, accompanying the whirring of the cold wind that blew from the lips of the main door. Just this time I felt tense talking with the Usman mang whom I knew was very jolly and full of jokes.

I understand her anxiety about me, and I appreciate it. But I understand all the limitations that exist within me, if it has exceeded the limits of my ability. Maybe I'll get out of that house.

Before long Usman returned to action, grabbing my attention. With one arm, he scratched his head and exclaimed, "Huh! .... I am sure of this, Mom! If Deni will not hear all the talk, Mamang! ...." He snatched the coffee cup in front of him, "Drink again, Den!"

I raise one eyebrow looking at Usman who I think has returned as usual, can be seen from his face no longer describe the tension. Did he give up on asking me to come home?

"Mang ...," I said, raising a cup of coffee that now looked cold, "what should Deni do besides running away from this problem?"

After sipping his coffee, Mang Usman responded to my words casually, "Nothing, Den!" at the end of the day, "But remember! Never be a takabur in that house, danger!"

Hearing his words, I briefly remembered one incident where my sister mysteriously disappeared. Either my attitude at that time can be classified as takabur or not.

"What kind of thing can kill, Mang?"

"Life, death is only on the side of God, Den. We can't blame fate if we come to pick up, it's just a different way. If such a creature was clearly unable to kill! It's just that his humans are putting themselves in danger."

I nodded faintly while thinking about the next words, but I had not had time to reply, but Usman first cut it off.

"ah! Just yesterday, Den!" exclaim Usman mang, make me a little jump. "One Lebak drowned in Ciliwung times! Reportedly, anyway. Want to go fishing together night with his friend."

"People below? Did someone die?" I said, with enthusiasm.

"Don't you see there's a yellow flag on the top floor, there?"

I shook my head faintly, "No caution, Mang. Why's he dead, Mang?"

"Fall, then the current! Yesterday, right. It's raining, huh! So the river flow again ferociously—"

Feeling that I did not answer my question, I then cut off Usman's words. "What does this have to do with Deni, Mang. You already know the test season is still crashing at times!"

"Yeah... Dengerin used to eat it, Denong! According to the confessions of a friend who was with the deceased, On that night they abandoned their intention, to fish. Because of the condition of the river that is not friendly. But on the way home they accidentally saw a white cloth hanging from a kapok tree on the side of the road,"

"Oh .... The tree below. Decket the ball field, Mang?"

"Rubber! It's just that, right. The only way is to get to Cadane."

"Keep, what are they doing with that white cloth, Mang?"

"Because the distance is not so far with the path they pass, and this guy hands jail! They intend to take the cloth to be used as a seat if later they return to fishing. They innocently pulled the cloth. Instead of getting something on the way, this scares them to the point of running off the ridge when they realize that the cloth they are pulling has a head!"

"Head, Mang?!"

"Yes, maybe some kind of Kuntilanak."

"Hm.. So seeing that, the late man slipped and was carried away by the river," I said, nodding faintly.

I still can't figure out why something like that could happen, and why lately I've been surrounded by that kind of taboo.

"What is it that you would say if the deceased was killed by a piece of cloth? And why is his friend safe?"

"Just understand me, Mang! It's called, Destiny, right?" I answered, before long wrinkled both eyebrows when I felt the coffee I drank no longer had taste. Tasteless, unscented, fresh as white water. "But! Coffee coke ....."

"No, Mang .... But—" To be more convincing, I went back to sipping it, "Kok, no taste of this coffee, Mang?"

"ah! Time?" Mang Usman took a spoon, and tried my coffee. For a moment he fell silent with eyes around, feeling the coffee he tasted.

"There's this buzzer, mah, Den."

"Isn't it?"

"If you think so, eat and drink only take the juice."

At first glance the memory of similar things I have also experienced while at the Lodge house. But why could this happen at Usman's mang house. Especially this in broad daylight.

"I mean, you're drinking a fine creature?"

"Well... You could say that, Den." Mang Usman stared at me with squeaking eyes, "as if anyone was following, Deni."

I look in all directions around me. But there's no one. "Who's here, Mang? Don't kidnap, ah! The night I slept at the lodge again, Mang!"

Mang Usman smiled, and gave a word that I thought was an important message to address this issue, "Through all that you will experience later with the firmness of faith, Den. Never be consumed by seduction that can lead you astray. Never be afraid, Den. For man of faith is far nobler than such a creature."

I smiled proudly, at what I heard. Surely Usman's mang can make me feel much calmer. "Yes, Mang. Thanks advice. But what's Deni doing, Mang?"

"It's nothing, really. Den." Suddenly Usman pulled the lyrics towards the window. "No, Wa Titi same Gorif again nyariin Deni kayaknya." Hearing that I turned around and saw Arif was preparing in front of his house.

And sure enough, shortly Wa Titi exclaimed from the front of the house, "Maaan ..... Is there Deni?" I think he realized from both of my footwear that was still in front of his house.

"There, Tea, here" said Usman.

"yeah! He told the motorbike nyiapin even drove to the Usman mang house," replied Wa Titi.

"Yes, no, Mang. Excuse me if that is so," I said, and rose from sitting accompanied by Usman.

"black, Den. Mamang tried to warn you, but you ngeyel! prefer to keep the fraternal rope, rather than your own safety. But it's bugus. Yet still. You can take care of yourself" closed Usman as soon as I regret it.

"Ready, Mang. Relieved that Mamang also knows the problem of the lodge house," I said.

"ah! Udah, there, bring it later," said mang Usman, letting me go.

After bidding farewell with Usman and Wa Titi, I, Arif and Alvien immediately headed to the house with a motorized vehicle. As usual in our trip Alvien always open discussion.

"Remain at Usman's house, sir?" he asked, "no rhyming!"

"Copy of doang, Vien .... A little story."

"News?" comment Arif.

"Said someone drowned last night at the ciliwung times" I continued.

"Oh! That yellow rider?" exclaimed Alvien, patting my shoulder.

"Repot is very, very you, Vien. Yes, maybe where do I know," I replied, flicking Alvien's arm off my shoulder.

"Who is it, Rif?" ask Alvien. He seems to be getting interested in this discussion.

"No idea, I. Uh!" cetus Arif, as if he did not want Alvien to interfere with his focus on driving.

"You don't have to talk about the dead!" timpalku, "you have a lot of guts, Vien."

"Yes, Sir. Kan, the marketer too. Who knows I'm Kenala" he said.

"Do you have any friends?"

"No, Huh! But, kan. You are also the future fathers, Den," he answered, then grinned the horse.

The journey continues, and we do not discuss much about the things that meraik— in addition to breaking the words of Alvien who wants to open a useless conversation. We finally arrived in front of the house.

From the front gate I have seen Mang Ento sitting on the porch fanning himself with a hat. His face looked tired, covering the brown skin that was grilled by the sunburn. Sometimes he rubbed his forehead from a sweat.

"Sorry, wait a long time, yeah. Mang," I said, "yuk, let's eat first." He raised both his eyebrows and glanced at me. The look on his face changed as a grim smile was etched from his lips.

"Yes, ready, Mas."

"Mang Tohir where's Mang?" I asked, turning my head.

"He works on the second floor, Mas," Mang Ento replied, rising from his seat, "let me call, Mas."

"OK, Mang," I said.

"Oi! Vien! Bring this," pinta Arif, thrust some parcels at her. "Awas spilled! The vegetable is inside."

"Bawel you, sir, ah!"

Arif and Alvien entered the house. However, something was troubling me. I don't know why I feel the presence of someone staring at me from somewhere.

And sure enough, my gut feeling wasn't wrong. When I glanced at the house next to us. Seemed a man standing firmly with a face staring at the lush trees in his yard. He only looks limited to the waist— because it is blocked by the wall fence that surrounds the balcony. The woman had shoulder-length straight hair, her skin white in harmony with the white dress she was wearing.

I do not know who he is, considering that the house is always closed and never seen any meaningful activity there. Even before I thought that the house was just a villa left by its owner.

I keep watching that woman who I estimate is under 30 years old. But my breath was choked, as a warm arm leaned against my shoulder.

"Ngeliatin what, anyway. Sir!"

I sighed for a moment, my eyes withered, the look on my face changed, "Girl, noh!"

"Where?"

"It ...." How surprised I was to find that the woman in white dress had disappeared from her place. "There was a girl, Vin! There!"

"Halaah! Hence... Find a girl there, let's not halu terooos!" cibir Alvien, while gabbing my shoulder.

Ow hell! Where is a girl .... Did he enter the house? Very short-lived.

"Eh! Ayo... Eat up! Even talking again!" Alvien pulled my arm, to get inside the house immediately.

My face is still filled with doubt about who the figure of the woman I met earlier, to forget if the carpet has been held right in the middle of the living room.

"Come, Mas. we eat first," asked Mang Tohir.

"Den? Want coffee?"

"Gu-gue, I'm coffeeing, Rif. No need ...."

Realizing that there was something strange about my attitude, Arif raised his question. "Why else, Den? Your stomach is relapsing?"

"You know, sir! In front of him he said there was a girl! Basic weird!" alvien Comments.

"Well! Tumben there's a girl around here, Mas?" exclaiming mang Tohir, while scooping a piece of rice.

The atmosphere already felt chaotic, I better mingle with them. "ah! It's nothing, it's just a girl passing by on a motorbike," I said, then sat down cross-legged.

"OK, okay. Bodo is a girl problem! But... This rice is already crying for food, do not beat it, nih?!" exclaimed Arif, making Mang Tohir laugh freely.

"Haw, Boss!" the Timpal mang Tohir.

I'm so happy to be gathered like this. As if the atmosphere felt warm and carefree, a moment was enough to treat the feelings of anxiety and anxiety.

"Alhamdulillah. Be full!!!" mang Tohir. "Let's! Ento! Not eating?" he continued, making me glance towards the mang Ento.

He only shook his head faintly while twirling the spoon on his plate. I don't know what made her appetite go away.

"Mas, can I ask no?" Mang Ento said, fixed on me. It caught the attention of everyone here.

"Hm.. You can, Mang, just don't ask about girls, yes," I joked, while eating my breakfast.

"About the incident last night" continued Mang Ento. What he said made us look at each other.

"Ouch! To... To, the situation adem gini discuss to there!" sahut mang Tohir, slapping his thighs.

I stuck out my arm, hinting at the sense of no objection to what Ento was going to ask. "It's okay, Mang—" I turned towards Mang Ento, "wonder what, Mang?"

"The other night I woke up from sleep because the electricity was suddenly out, and the air was so cold, it was not as usual" he said, speaking very carefully, trying to remember something. "The room was stuffy, plus a strange, pungent aroma from outside the room."

"Stoppp ..". " prune Alvien, nudge my thigh, and point towards Mang Ento, "this camp. lest he, Den. Which I saw last night."

I was almost choked by Alvien's words, "Main show people, you! Ask first, then. Bambang!" sahutku.

"What's the matter, anyway?" sela Arif, with her innocent face. "Great shit!"

"No idea, Mom. Again on venting, kali," said mang Tohir.

"Let's dong! I seriously want to ask," cried Alvien, then continue his mission, "Mang? What time does Mang Ento get out of the room, hey?"

In response to Alvien's words, Mang Ento seemed to drift in his mind before finally shaking his head faintly, "I don't remember, Mas. After all, the room was so dark," he said.

But Alvien did not stop there. Feeling dissatisfied with Ento's answer, Alvien again asked his question, "OK, Okay! Dark room, ready! But is Mang Ento standing in front of the door, is that?" alvien continued while pointing at the main door.

So clearly visible is the expression of confusion from the look on the faces of these two speakers. Alvien and Mang Ento.

"I did have time to walk around there, but just just check, Mas," closed Mang Ento.

"Udah, already .... Alvien is gone! Now gilirang Ento story," commented Mang Tohir, "hayo, go on!"

Mang Ento lowered his head, then resumed his words that had been decapitated by Alvien.

"I'm curious, and I want to make sure it's not a dream!" Mang Ento continued, his face began to look pale, while cold sweat seemed to wet his forehead complete with a blank look.

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