COBBY

Siji

Black clouds were moving wildly in the sky. Several times lightning struck, brightly visible at the foot of the hill. There has been no drizzle that fell, but from the current conditions it can be predicted that rain will come with a heavy.

A pair of eyes blinked. His hands clasped the car's steering wheel tightly. The car had pulled over just under a large, shady acacia tree.

"Mas Purbo why?" the voice of a woman, sitting in the seat next to the steering wheel.

The man named Purbo Kusworo felt a little dizzy at his temple. He massaged the part of his head that felt throbbing. After the dizziness subsided somewhat, he turned his head to look at the woman sitting next to him.

A woman named Dini Styorini, looks beautiful with a small mole on the tip of her nose. The woman was eight months pregnant. His stomach was large, hanging and round. Based on the myth, it indicates a fetus in the womb of the male sex.

"I'm a little dizzy, baby" replied Purbo, throwing a faint smile at Dini. In the next instant, Purbo stroked his wife's stomach.

"It's healthy" Purbo said. He landed a kiss on the wife's stomach.

"Mas, tomorrow if driving the seat belt is used," said Dini reminded.

"Well, yeah, I'm not wearing a seat belt. It's easy to forget me now, duh," said Purbo, patting his own forehead.

"I'm still a little confused. Where are we new?" Purbo lowered the car window glass with a confused looking expression.

"Mas, don't be kidding me. Not funny. What is amnesia?" Early scrunched his forehead, feeling Purbo joking.

"Don't you know, I don't know why my head was so dizzy, and I forgot where we were?" Purbo repeated his question.

"We just checked out from the obstetrician. Here's the KIA book," Dini replied thrust the pink-coated book to her husband. Purbo smiles mangosteen mangosteen.

"Come on, we'll be home soon. It looked like it was going to rain heavily, "Dini pointed at the dark black sky.

Open the car door immediately. The cold air entered piercing his smooth white skin. Dini rubbed his arm, a little wonder his skin looked paler than usual.

"Well, it's cold, yes" murmured Purbo after getting out of the car.

Purbo took off the leather jacket he was wearing, and put it on Dini. He didn't want his pregnant wife to get cold.

"Why also we used to make a house in the interior of the gini," murmured Purbo.

"Huuss, thank you Mas, be grateful. Remember, there are many people out there who want to have a home but have not been delivered. Some who after marriage still live with their parents-in-law, every day feel uncomfortable. There are also those who contract with monthly bills that make glaring. We must be grateful, even though access to our homes can only be reached by foot, at least this is our own house," Dini approached Purbo. Gambit her husband's burly arms. Purbo sighed, rubbing his wife's hair slowly.

Purbo and Dini go hand in hand. Stepping on the steep rocks blondos neatly arranged. The road to the village where Purbo and Dini live is wide enough, but unfortunately not yet touched by cement or asphalt. It is almost impossible to use a motor vehicle there. After all, most of the road is in the form of climbs and derivatives that are quite steep.

Along the way, the trees on the left right appear to be towering. It was as if they were racing each other to reach the sky. Some types of sengon, acacia, to waru grow green and fertile.

Purbo's steps came to a halt in front of a village gate. The archway is composed of bricks full of green moss and wild vines. At the base of the archway that was partially immersed in the ground there was a faint writing that could still be read. Welcome to Ebuh Village.

"Why Mas?" Dini asked her husband who was standing stunned.

"Duh Mas, later you if until home to be taken with Mak Nah. It looks like a sopping deh," Dini rubbed her husband's shoulder.

"Mommy Well? Who is Mak Nah?" ask Purbo. His forehead looks wrinkled.

Dini glared at her husband. Purbo's strange behavior confused Dini. Purbo's facial expression doesn't look like there's a lie. However, how could Purbo not recognize his own maid?

"If you're joking or pranking me, that's not funny. You scared me!" snapped Early angry.

Purbo scratched his non-itchy scratching head. Since he felt dizzy in the car earlier, his feelings had indeed become strange. He forgot about his life. I don't know, Purbo was also confused over what he was feeling right now.

"Would I go to the doctor?" purbo asked himself.

"We go home first. You're tired, I'm tired too" Dini said. His left hand held Purbo's arm tightly, while his right hand stroked his large belly elus.

Purbo sighed and nodded in agreement. He felt sorry for his wife. His big stomach makes it not free to move and easily tired.

The husband and wife continued to join hands, continuing in her footsteps. As their feet passed through the village gate, a thick fog that came out of nowhere welcomed. The cold, moist air really skin the Purbo body which is only wrapped in black t-shirts.

"I just realized, the area is really cold. Crazy," murmured Purbo, taking off his hand grip on Dini. He rubbed his own arm.

Wuuussshhhh

The wind blew fiercely, blowing a fog that was really thick and dense. Purbo's eyes were completely blocked. He can't look around. There was only white color that seemed endless. Dini was no longer beside him, just vanished.

"Yes? An early? You where?" Purbo starts to panic, looking for his wife.

Purbo circulated his gaze, narrowing his eyes hoping to see more clearly. But for free, the fog is really impenetrable by Purbo's eye pupils.

"here?" Purbo's getting freaked out.

Purbo several times shouted, but the atmosphere was really quiet and quiet. Even his own breath sounded so loud in the ears. His heart beat that was hammering also hit his eardrum, adding to the panic in the heart.

Purbo spins in an uncertain direction. Cold air did not prevent sweat from dripping from the pores of his skin. His armpits and back were wet.

"Dinii?" Purbo shouted as loud as he could. His voice echoed and bounced between the dense fog.

Sayup yells a voice. Purbo was silent, trying to sharpen his sense of hearing. Unfortunately, it is not the Early voice that is heard, but a noisy voice, like some people who are chatting.

Purbo was pensive, his neck growing cold. A humble voice sounded louder and closer. It was as if the voice was surrounding him. Increasingly boisterous and deafening. Purbo is terrified and worried about his wife's safety.

Purbo's legs are starting to feel weak. His footing faltered and he collapsed resting on his knees to the ground. At the top, there was a very loud scream. The shriek of the woman who shrieked to make Purbo's ears ring.

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