BOMA GENDENK'S

11 LOVE (WHITE BIRDS ON THE ROOF)

DWITA TIFANI exits the red Starlet, stepping in a short hallway that connects the garage with the back of the house. His tiredness was nothing compared to his chaotic mind. Mbok Mirah appeared in the doorway leading to the inner chamber door.

"Where are you from? Same mom asked me..."

Dwita did not answer. She handed her leather bag to the maid, saying. "Bring to my room."

Maya Dwita's sister was reading a magazine, dropping her reading, looking at her sister. "Okay, Mama's son. From the morning I said I just came home gini hari."

"I'm tired, sister May," replied Dwita then dropped down to sit on the sofa opposite Maya.

"Obviously, from your crumpled look. But if I notice you this is more tired of the mind than tired of the body."

"You are." Dwita removed the low heels from both feet and threw the shoes into the corner of the room where a shoe rack was located. Amazingly the two shoes fell right on the empty shelf, like they were placed well.

Maya smiled at the actions of her sister. "Where are you out of?" Maya asked.

"Bogors. The PMI Hospital."

"Bombs?" Dwita. "Still in the care of the boy. How's he doing?"

Dwita did not answer immediately. On the back of his head to the sofa, staring at the ceiling of the room for a moment and then closed his eyes.

"Non cute, don't sleep there," Maya said. "Let's shower. Change shirt. Papa and Mama said that you've come home we've had dinner together."

"Not usually there is a dinner message together. There must be something they want to talk about."

"Maybe. Usually, that's it" Maya replied.

"Maybe you know what you're talking about, sister, May?" Maya shrugged her shoulders. Dwita squirms then stands up from the sofa. He ran up the stairs to the top level of the house where his room was located.

"Hi! Nope! Said tired! How can I climb stairs while running? Strange you are!" Maya exclaims. "Don't forget to check your bathroom, Dwita! Who knows the gorilla the other day you were there!'

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AT the round teak dining table that night Mrs Tia Erlan chewed the food in her mouth slowly. After swallowing food and sipping a little water she glanced at Dwita and looked at her husband sitting across the table.

"How are your friends at the hospital?" Tia Erlan asked as she scooped her rice.

"Six people have gone home, Ma. Only Boma is still being treated."

"Boma, the child who became the team leader of Mount Gede climber.?

"True Ma."

"Indeed the pain is severe until it still needs to be treated. Dwita's father asked.

"It's a strange time Ma."

"How weird?" asked the mother, almost at the same time as Maya.

"He's healthy, there's no wound. Blood tests on Lap are also good. But he's been having high heat attacks all the time."

"There may be other symptoms of the disease. The doctor knows, but he never usually says..."

"Therein lies the strangeness of Ma. Doctors who treated Boma did not find the causes of high heat in Boma. There are no signs or symptoms of thypus. Not a bloody fever either. There was no wound or infection. The heat-lowering drugs don't help."

"The doctor is not really that," said Ms. Dwita. "When you have a patient but you don't know what the disease is."

"But the bomb is conscious?" ask Maya.

Dwita. " His eyes keep on crashing.Sometimes it's not bad. If you feel her voice can change like a granny. if the heat again rises in like convulsions, reverberating. The nurse had to tie her hands and feet to the bed's iron."

"Don't let the boy enter the subtle-beings" said Erlan Sujatmiko Dwita's father.

"This papa is just there. Hot fever people are not surprised if ngigau, talking nonsense. Some even want to go berserk. Boma is still lucky not to get there..." Erlan Sujatmiko was silent. "Papa believe in such a thing?" Dwita suddenly asked.

"Which things?"

"There are subtle creatures, there are strange and supernatural things," said Dwita.

"Why not?"

"Boma's father had asked for help from a pinter."

"Shaman?"

Dwita. Lady Tia Sujatmiko shook her head.

"Hot sick children are asked for help with shamans. Could've added later because of the boy."

"How did you know that Boma's father asked a shaman for help?" ask Maya.

"I was asked to please go to the shaman's house. Near Bogor too."

"What did the shaman do?" ask Dwita's father.

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The smart person who lives in Kedung Halang is named Sobirin Kartalegawa. He is known as Hajj Sobirin because he has already four times ascended the Hajj to the holy land of Makkah. Reportedly next year he will fulfill the fifth pillar of Islam for the fifth time. Haji Soberin was over seventy years old.

But his physique still looks healthy. His face is thin in a mustache and a white beard. He welcomes his guests with all hospitality. What else before was already familiar with Mr. Supangat, the man who brought Boma's father to his home.

"Supangat sir, long time no see. What's this news?" reprimand the host.

Sopangat Haji Sobirin then introduced Boma's father. "This is Mr. Sumitro Danurejo, my best friend in Jakarta."

Boma's father and Haji Sobirin reached out to each other. "Who's the daughter? Princess Pak Supangat or Princess Mr Sumitro?" ask Haji Sobirin while looking at Dwita Tifani.

"This is my son's friend" explained Boma's father. "He brought us here."

Haji Sobirin nodded. After being invited to sit by the host Mr. Supangat directly on the purpose of his visit.

"Pak Haji may have heard the events of a group of school children who suffered a disaster in Mount Gede?"

"Oo that? My grandson told me once. He said it was in the paper..."

"Our arrival has something to do with that incident. One of those school kids. Mr. Sumitro's son is currently in hospital. His six friends are out..." Then Mr. Supangat explained the history of illness experienced by Boma and his current condition. Mr. Supangat closes his story with a speech. "We are coming, hopefully Mr. Haji will help. Please see, is it true that the pain of Mr. Sumitro's child there is an abnormality. Then if you ask for help healing all of you..."

Long Hajj Sobirin was silent, perhaps inwardly reading something. Then he said. "Sumitro sir, I often say to Mr. Supangat, I am not a pinter. What else if called a shaman. But as people ask for help, I dare not refuse. I'll do what I can. But remember all is not because of my knowledge or intelligence. All are the guidance of the Almighty."

The time when the All-Powerful Haji Sobirin pointed his index finger upwards. Then he stood up, closing the front door and all the windows. After that he invited the three guests into the room. After sitting in the room in Hajj Sobirin asked Mr. Supangat.

"Who is the name of Mr Sumitro's son?"

"Boma" replied Mr. Supangat.

"Boma Tri Sumitro." said Boma's father mentioned his son's full name.

"Remember the birth date of your son? " ask Haji Sobirin next.

Sumitro Danurejo rubbed the hair on the back several times. "Sorry, Mr. Haji. I forgot." The date of birth of his own son this man does not remember.

"His birthday maybe?" ask Haji Sobirin again with a smile.

"If the day I remember correctly Mr. Haji. Thursday night Friday night Kliwon. Eleven thirty o'clock at night.

Haji Sobirin nodded. Slowly he closed his eyes. The palms are developed, placed on the thighs. Boma's father and Mr. Supangat noticed with eyes that only blinked once. Dwita secretly felt tense. What is this old man with a mustache and a white beard doing? Is something going to happen in that place?

This girl was getting tense when she saw the upper body and the head of Haji Sobirin jerked. His white face was now turning reddish and a sweat splashed on his forehead. Boma's father turned to Mr. Supangat. If Boma Park's father began to feel tense, vice versa Mr. Supangat calm down. Maybe like this he used to see every time he drove people to ask for help Pak Haji.

Not long after the jolts on the body and head of Haji Sobirin stopped. Slowly his eyes opened again. While saying Istighfar several times he rubbed his forehead that was soaked with sweat. Then he looked at Boma's father. Just look, say nothing. This made Sumitro Danurejo feel bad. This man asked,

"How about Hajj sir?"

He was asked several times. "Sumitro sir, maybe in your house there is storing heirloom items? Ancient objects?" Boma's father shook his head. "Try me to remember. It might be a keris, or a small knife. It might as well be a stone or a talisman." Haji Sobirin said again.

Sumitro Danurejo tried to remember. But indeed he never kept objects as Haji Sobirin mentioned, then again he shook his head. "I don't have to keep things like Mr. Haji said that."

Haji Sobirin closed his eyes for a moment, like contemplating. When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Boma's father and said. "In the instructions that I see the son of the Father is facing one big thing. I also saw a white light. A sign that it is not a bad thing. Perhaps, there may be someone who wants to pass down or give knowledge to the son of the Father..."

"I can't be sure. It is definitely not a science of reading, not a school of science." replied Haji Sobirin.

Sumitro Danurejo asked again. "Who will give you that knowledge, Mr Haji?"

"Perhaps among the grandfathers of his grandfather Father, maybe also from the line of the wife of the Father there was once a person who had a certain knowledge?"

"Of me there is clearly nothing. I don't know from Boma's mother. But I don't think so either..."

"Sir Sumitro sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Then." said Haji Sobirin as he rubbed his white beard. "There may be someone else who wants to pass on his knowledge to Boma. But your son refused..."

"Because of rejecting him and then having a hot fever attack?" ask Boma's father.

"Maybe, but not always..."

"Sir Haji, the one who wants to pass the knowledge to Boma, he..." Sumitro Danurejo could not continue his words. He seems to not know what to say anymore.

"Sir Mitro" said Haji Sobirin. "If you want to find out who that person is is a difficult thing. But obviously that guy's been gone a long time. Already in the realm of barzah, the spirit realm, since tens maybe hundreds of years ago.

"So ghost, genie?" sumitro.

Dwita felt cold. Mr. Supangat did not move from his chair. Haji Sobirin smiled. "What will happen is beyond our control. Maybe that's the way of life for your son. Beyond our human power, according to the will of the Almighty. All we can do is try so that the son of the Father does not experience unwanted things."

"What can I do to help my child?" asked Sumitro Danurejo anyway.

"We both ask the Lord Almighty for help. Hopefully nothing will happen with your son." Haji Sobirin was silent for a while and continued. "One thing that Mr. Mitro needs to know, I see that the son of the Father has a strong personality, compassion and loyalty of high friends, having extraordinary courage but being covered with a smile and hospitality, sometimes with a joking Senda."

Haji Sobirin got up from his chair. Ask the three guests to wait for a while and then go into the room. When it was not long to get out of the room, Haji Sobirin brought one bottle of water in a one-liter plastic bottle. He handed the bottle to Boma's father, saying,

"Compress this water with a small towel or handkerchief to your son's head. Every Father compresses, read whatever you can read. At least say Bismillah. May God give you healing."

Boma's father nodded, receiving a bottle of water. Just now he expressed his gratitude, suddenly in the home we heard a loud floundering voice. Dwita was surprised, also the father of Boma and Mr. Supangat. The three are upstairs. All it looks like is white eternity. Haji Sobirin pondered for a moment. He said to his three guests.

"Follow me. There's a guest on the roof..."

With Dwita's closest steps, Boma's father and Mr. Supangat followed Haji Sobirin out of the house. The courtyard of Haji Sobirin house enveloped. At one end of the page Hajj Sobirin stopped. He turned around, looking up at the roof.

At the highest part of the roof to the three people saw the perch of a large white bird, its head directed at the people in the courtyard as if replying to their gaze. In the distance suddenly came the long sound of a dog's roar.

"White cloud." said Haji Sobirin slowly quite audible by the three people who were nearby.

"The man who was about to impart his knowledge sent a white bird. Giving a sign that he does not mean evil, but at the same time telling that his intention is not blocked. If only he had sent a black bird, it would have meant something else..."

As soon as Haji Soberin finished speaking, the large white bird on the roof spread its wings. There was a loud flutter. The bird shot into the air, circled once over the house of Haji Sobirin then drifted eastward and vanished into the darkness of the night.

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AT THE Dwita dinner table sip water in a glass until half and then wipe the lips with tissue paper.

"Eating is only a little. Mama's cooking isn't good or has she been eating on the street?"

Dwita smiled at her mother's question. "Taste Mama good. The stomach is still coming, Ma. But pretty little, scared of fat."

"Child now. If you eat a lot of rice at home he said afraid of fat. But if the food snacks are a lot of fit outside, wow never look for an excuse..."

Dwita smiled, brought her face closer to her face and kissed her cheek. The boy then turned to his father. " Pa, is it possible that water can heal the sick?"

Erlan Sujatmiko leaned back against the back of the chair. She knew her daughter's question had something to do with Boma's illness. The father replied.

"Depending on the efficacy of the water and what diseases to cure. If what Dwita means white water earlier, water for your friend's medicine, it might be a source of healing. Because your friend's illness is beyond reasonable. Outside the medical science track. Surely do not forget to heal whether or not all of it will depend on the will of the Almighty."

"Your fathers like to believe in such things. Magical powers, black magic, witchcraft, witchcraft..."

"I don't just trust Ma. After all, the smart people of today who he said the shaman, not all can be trusted. There are only shamans, deceiving people only his work. There are even pervert quacks. Read in the newspapers. Some have been caught. Then if I don't experience it myself, how could I possibly just believe it? Remember the events of seven years ago?

"What happened seven years ago Pa?" ask Maya.

"There's nothing. No need to tell the children" said Mrs Tia Erlan.

"Better to tell the kids. Let them know how to live this life. After all, events have passed long enough."

"Yes, dong Pa's story," said Dwita.

"Yes, we want to know. The secret lifespan is all the same we're kids," Maya pinta.

Erlan Sujatmiko gulped down the water and started telling stories. "When seven years ago in office there was news that Papa would be appointed and assigned as Consul abroad. Three months before his departure, Papa fell ill. Aching in the stomach. At first it was like diarrhea. Waste of water for a week. The shrinkage Papa body. Weight loss continues. Papa's in the hospital. Nearly two weeks of treatment healed, can go home. But not one day at home, stomach pain again. This time it is not diarrhea but urinate with fresh blood. For the second time Papa went into the hospital again. Some doctors are experts in treating. Many doctors make many diagnoses as well. Ronsen's results showed nothing. Though Papa's stomach hurts like being stabbed. Then there was a friend advising that Papa's disease try to be seen in smart people. Dad, my mom didn't want to either. But the friend secretly pretended to see Papa bring the smart man to the hospital. If it's not wrong that guy's name is Susilo. After seeing Papa, Mr. Susilo told his friend Papa that Papa is not an ordinary singer, but some are spiteful because Papa was appointed Consul. He said Papa better just go home, free to be hospitalized. Until whenever it won't heal. Later when he is at home he will try to help. Papa confers with Mama. Finally, it was agreed that Papa could not be brought home. If the smart man is capable, he must treat Papa directly in the hospital. Because that's what Papa's request, smart people who want to help don't mind. Papa remembers, Friday night is Saturday. His Sabbath was Papa's forty-second birthday. After the visiting hours were over, Papa's friend and the smart man stayed in the room where Papa was being treated..."

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"Sir Erlan, can I turn off the big lights, turn off the small lights only...?" Susilo, the one who was about to treat Erlan Sujatmiko asked.

The man had not yet answered his wife ahead of him. "If only light be like this, sir. My husband is not usually dark, likes stuffy..."

"Okay, ma'am, it's okay. But promise, mother or father do not be surprised to see what happens later. Mr. Erlan, if it hurts try to be detained. Don't yell."

Susilo then undressed the pajamas worn by Erlan Sujatmiko lowered the pants down to the hips. He closed his eyes while his mouth seemed to be muttering.

Erlan Sujatmiko suddenly saw Susilo's face turning white as if it was not bleeding anymore. In such a state slowly, he moved his right hand. The palms are developed face down. Then it is placed on top of the stomach, near the right navel,

Erlan Sujatmiko felt like her stomach was hot as if she was being crushed instantly. He was about to scream but still remembered Susilo's words so as not to shout no matter what. The pain was only for a moment. When Susilo raised his hand from the top of his stomach, the pain disappeared.

Susilo turned his palm. The hand looked covered in blood. On top of the blood there are seven needles that are on average already black rust. When Erlan Sujatmiko examined her stomach, she did not see any scars, only a slight stain of blood near her navel.

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"That time my nape felt cold. But still can not believe," said Dwita's mother. "How can there be seven needles in your Papa's stomach. And Mr. Susilo put out in such an extraordinary way."

Erlan Sujatmiko continues the story. "Two days later Papa asked to go home. The doctors banned it because it said there would be a special examination once again. But Papa said Papa's healed. They were all astonished. Because in reality Papa they see really healthy. Then the needles, Papa still keeps them until now."

"Ih, dumped by Pa. Make what is stored," said Dwita.

"Calculate for mementos" replied the father.

"On the request of Mr. Susilo who Mama refused when asking to turn off the lights, actually just pretend. Your papa's not stuffy in the dark, instead happy in the dark..."

Erlan Sujatmiko laughed out loud. Dwita's mother continued. "I mean Mama like this. If Mr. Susilo was a fake sorcerer, in the dark who knows what he's doing. Let alone the rusty needles could have been prepared first. He's a really smart guy."

"Do you know who's calling Papa that?" Maya asked.

"Yes, guesses do exist. But that kind of thing is hard to prove. What matters is that Papa is healed. Thanking God. After all, Mr. Susilo advised, so that Papa does not have a grudge against anyone. Return everything to the Almighty..."

Erlan Sujatmiko sipped the coffee that Mbok Mirah had just delivered. After putting the coffee cup back he said. "Now we're talking about something else. There is a possibility, no, not a possibility. But almost certainly. Early next year Papa will be handed a New York Department. The United Nations Headquarters."

"Yes, Papa! In Jakarta only six months, already want to move again. How dong Dwita school." Dwita is like a protest.

"Papa had indeed wanted to propose that the task be left to another friend who was more senior. But the name of the task and Papa Government employees who are given trust, it is not good to refuse. After all, all the friends supported Papa for the new position. It's probably Papa's last assignment before he enters retirement."

Dwita. He looked at the empty plate in front of him. The one who was imagined by him at that moment was Boma. That night as he was about to enter their respective rooms, while stepping beside his sister Maya said,

"I know what you had in mind at the dinner table. Papa said there was a new assignment in New York. Then we go there..."

"What's? What's on my mind? Sok know you're May's sister." said Dwita Tifani with a smile.

"Bombs." Maya's smile turned into laughter. "Yes, right?"

"Watch it yes!" sahut Dwita's.

"Bombs! His name is cool. Pugnacious. How is his son. I want to know the person" Maya said.

Dwita waved her hand, sneered and went into her room.

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...Seriate......