BUNCHES

CHAPTER 28

Ujang, a tall, sweet black man, aged 27, chose to leave his hometown to earn money in his dream country since childhood, Japan. 

Five years later, Ujang left Sida and Uman, in his homeland of Arau-West Sumatra. How happy he was when he first saw the rumah gadang and breathed fresh air when he got down from the car he rented from Minangkabau Padang international airport.

Bringing along Nohara Edogawa, commonly called Mori, whom Ujang married a few months ago, made his life change for the better and was greatly appreciated for having married a rich woman in Hiroshima.

Ujang decided to bring Mori, usually called, to return to his hometown so that his parents feel proud of the news of his marriage, which has succeeded in conquering the hearts of rich women in the country of the rising sun.

'Malang can not be refused, profit can not be achieved', maybe the saying is appropriate for Ujang when returning to the hometown after hearing the cry of Mori that afternoon.

Ujang is now standing on a high cliff, worried to find the whereabouts of Mori the wife, who screams loudly when she misses Sida the beloved Mother.

"Mori..... Morii....!!!" he shouted from the top of the cliff not far from the household of the Ujang Family.

Sida and Uman were busy searching for the foreign national, as they had found nothing since the beginning of their search.

"Kamano Upiak tu pai nyo, Da? Beko urang kecek, 'haaah... lah run lo manantu Sida tu.... dek muncuangnyo bacirik kanai tingga bujang nyo children, right? Buek's ashamed of your kampuang se'!" (Where did that woman go, Bang? Later people say, 'haah, have gone too son-in-law Sida, because his mouth beta'i, the nak lives his bachelor child. Shame our village'!) babble Sida all the way.

Uman ignored the words of his wife, he continued to look for the existence of Mori, whose face was not so clear since the beginning of the meeting.

Uman, could only remember her smooth white skin, red lips, straight black hair sparkling shoulder-length, and having narrow eyes.

Very different from those with darker skin and closer to the word black.  

Ujang continued to shout loudly calling his wife's name, just sitting on a mountain rock located at the foot of the hill because he felt guilty and desperate.

Where's Mori? Why is he screaming? If anything happens to her, surely all those who come looking for Mori's whereabouts will find her. Even if he fell into a ravine, or plunged into the bottom of this arau valley, he would definitely find his existence. Mori... Where are you? Inner Ujang while covering the face with his sturdy palm.

Regrets began to feel, when Ujang left the wife as soon as he arrived at the family residence.

Ujang cried so much, not expecting to lose Mori so soon, "Mori..... Where are you, baby? What should I say to your parents! Obviously they don't like me, because of my family's poverty! Mori..... I beg you, speak up.... Where are you?" his screams echoed, until it was heard in the village.

Sure enough, the return of Ujang brought Japanese women as wives, according to them is as past invaders incarnate to re-colonize in a different way in the present.

Mindset that sounds very funny, because many people in the village there, after migrating they use the knowledge of Malin Kundang never returned, rather than having to get scorn from the local people, because they were married in the region, because they were married in the region, with people who do not know the customs of the area there.

However, it is very different from the thought of Ujang. He brought Mori back to his hometown to introduce to his parents, with the aim of fixing the mansion and partying seven days and seven nights in order to get the title Rajo, because it has succeeded in the region of people, and built a very luxurious house for both parents.

At once the hope was dashed, because of the loss of Mori in their village and has not been found its existence.

The sky looked dark, Ujang was still sitting on a boulder while waiting for the miracle of Mori's return.

Since losing Mori, Sida has not seen Ujang's smile because of the obvious worry on the son's face.

Ujang tried to smile, looked at Sida's face and hugged her waist back. Again he cried in Sida's arms, not imagining how the fate of his beautiful household at the beginning must end tragically in his homeland.

"Mom, how is this? What should I tell Mori's family?" tanya Ujang in Sida's arms.

Sida just gently rubbed his son's back, "Tananglah!" (Look, we'll see you tomorrow!) make sure to calm down again.

Ujang again raised his head to look at Sida's face, again asking, "How, Mak?"

Sida let out a long sigh, answering the origin of Ujang's question, "Maybe Cimory on the deck baok Burang ado di siko. Mute wak mintak please ka Datuak Sati, untuak mancaliak an! Bia ado shadow wak mancari Cimory's!" (Maybe Cimory was taken by a Bunian creature that was here. Tomorrow we ask Datuk Sati for help, to imagine in the search for Cimory).

Ujang obeyed whatever Sida said, for him Mother is a woman who always strengthens her at times like this. Especially if you lose your wife.

They returned to his residence, which was not far from the cliff that hinted there was something mysterious there in the afternoon before night.

When Ujang left the stone, inexplicably he turned back to the big black stone that had been there for a long time. His eyes were like seeing Mori dying, even white hands drenched in blood waving towards him.

Ujang's hair bristles, gulps itself with the origin, turning back to the same direction. But only the void was there.

Ujang whispered in his heart, "What should I tell Mr. Edogawa. That their daughter is missing in my country? In my yard....!!" he went from there, towards his residence.

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The weather began to feel very cool, Ujang was sitting enjoying a cup of black coffee, made by Sida in the back of his house. He was impatiently waiting for tomorrow. The worry that raged in the head imagined how the fate of his wife.

If it is carried by the people of Bunian, it must leave a trace. Why are there no signs at all. Where's she? Or did Mori go back to Japan without telling her? His mind was raging, jumbled, even more precisely worried because so quickly all of this was happening.

Ujang squeezed his head rough, his handsome sweet face looked tangled due to the loss of his wife. He fell asleep in a wooden chair next to the back door with the door wide open.

His two red eyes were tightly closed, his stiff face instantly slumbering into his subconscious.

"Darling...help me....!! Honey, I'm here....! Help me, baby....!!"

There was a faint sound until the voice of a woman asked for help.

Making Ujang who fell asleep with his head looking up, thick lips wide open, sweat pouring down his dull face, immediately jumped in shock.

"Mori....!! Mori....!! Mori...!! Where's she? He must be around!!"