COBBY

Ten

The bamboo grove in the backyard of Dini's house is seen swinging crazily in the wind. The dried yellowed leaves fall off. Several new shoots appear to be springing up from the ground.

Mak Nah stood facing Dini. His face looked upset and disappointed. While Dini was riled up, biting her own thumb nail.

"Where's suami njengan?" tanya Mak Nah.

"On the front porch Mak, drink wedang parem," replied Dini straightforwardly.

"It should have banned Mr. Purbo from going out. It's only the second day of the 40 days it takes," Mak Nah glared sharply.

"I can't stop him, Mom. Mas Purbo ngeyel asked for a way. I don't have a good reason to refuse" Dini's sergeant defended himself.

"Thankfully meet me," Mak Nah geleng geleng head.

"Keep, what was the Ceking? No intention to bother, right?" ask Dini worriedly.

"So I warned him not to interfere. I don't think that's gonna be a problem. He will not dare to be like that again, or Mbah Modo who will immediately throw it away" said Mak Nah reassured.

"So for example tomorrow he wants to go to the village again, it is safe," continued Mak Nah.

There were footsteps in the kitchen. Mak Nah and Dini instantly fell silent. It turned out that Purbo had come with an empty glass. He looked at the backyard when he found no one in the kitchen.

"This is put where Yang?" ask Purbo.

"Sengan put the front of the bathroom, sir. Later let me settle down," replied Mak Nah, then walk in tergopoh following Purbo.

After the dirty glass of parem was taken over by Mak Nah, Purbo rushed to the backyard to meet his wife.

"At what time?" purbo asked with a smile.

"It's Mas. Want to dry clothes with bed linen," answered Dini pointed to the laundry basket behind her.

"Now, don't you think so anyway?" Purbo looks irritated.

"So also Mak Nah who sunbathe. I keep asking to help. After all, just doang Mas, will not make you tired too," Kilah Dini.

"You were tired of not taking the road to Yang market. You better rest. Let me just sunbathe. You go back to the room gih," Purbo gave the order.

Dini suddenly hugged Purbo. Landed a friendly kiss on her husband's cheek. His thin lips felt very cold, making the nape of Purbo slightly goosebumps.

"What is kiss?" purbo asked with a smile.

"Why? Don't want to be kissed?" Early back asking, putting on a pouty face.

"Yes would like to. But I'm worried" said Purbo, stroking the long hair of the woman in his arms.

"What worries?" Early frown.

"Yes worried. Usually, if women start to be friendly and spoiled, there must be another want," said Purbo. He played both eyebrows, his expression looking annoying.

"Yeee, the theory of where is Mas. Iihh," Dini pinched Purbo's stomach. Twisting it pretty tight so anxious.

"I'm tuh seneng tauk. Seneng beware of you," once again Dini clutched Purbo tightly.

Purbo smiled, returning his wife's embrace. For a while they both held each other in silence. Happiness in the house is not only determined by the material. Paying attention to your partner even though in trivial matters, in fact it is able to make the heart feel warm and happy.

"You can actually sunn this all by yourself?" ask Dini after a moment of silence.

"Could. Can, relax. Leave everything to me," replied Purbo, taking off his embrace, and patting his own chest.

"Choose, you snobs," Dini smiled amusedly at her husband's behavior.

"Yes uwes nek. I'm not relaxing in my room. Dry the real bed. Don't fall, the washing is difficult, you know," said Dini with a smile.

"Yes yes, bring me ah. Huuss sana huss," Purbo shook his hand, as if he were driving his wife away.

He laughed and walked into the kitchen. Leaving Purbo alone in the backyard.

"If the fog is like this, when does it dry? Where the bedsheets are so wide," murmured Purbo alone. He spread the bed sheet with the pulkadot motif onto a clothesline made of used cable.

The wind blew quite fiercely, the bamboo grove behind Purbo swung irregularly. Purbo stopped his activities for a moment, waiting for the wind to subside a little. Because it is also difficult to spread the bed sheet in such conditions. Wrong bed linen instead floated and fell to the ground.

Purbo noticed the bamboo rubbing against each other. Its stems are clashing against each other, producing a distinctive crackling sound. Purbo felt the need to prune some of his stems later. So that the backyard looks more organized and not too gloomy.

The strong wind started to subside. Purbo continued his drying activities. Purbo whistled softly to drive away the silence. As he spread his wet pants on the clothesline, something fell out of the pocket. A gold locket that looks shiny.

Purbo squatted picking up the pendant. The shape is circular with a red bead in the middle. While on the side there is a small hook that is almost invisible. Purbo pulled the hook and finally the locket opened.

Inside the locket was a photo of a woman. Her hair was wavy. Looks beautiful and sweet. Somehow Purbo felt his pulse go faster. Who is that girl? Why does Purbo's heart feel he knows her? But no matter how strong Purbo remembered, the only name that was in Purbo's mind now was Dini.

Purbo finally closed the locket back, then put it in his pocket. There is only one unfinished bed sheet left. Plain white sheets, made of cotton that look shabby.

The white bed sheet rolled round as Purbo took it out of the laundry basket. It turned out to be heavy as Purbo lifted it. Maybe because it is located at the bottom, the other clothes overlap so the laundry water is absorbed all into the white bed sheet.

"Fuuhhh," Purbo sighed, overwhelmed.

With all his might, Purbo threw the white sheet over the clothesline.

Bluuggghs

I heard something fall to the ground. Purbo scrunched his forehead. Thought there were other clothes wrapped inside the bed sheet. Hunt him down to find the thing that fell earlier.

Unexpectedly, it was not the wet clothes that Purbo had found. Something he couldn't possibly forget was lying on the ground not far from the clothesline.

Wrapped in a shabby white brown cloth, there was a piece of a human head. His eyes stood out staring at Purbo who stood looking at him. Skin that peels reddish, with a smile on the lips deep black.

Purbo choked, unable to say a word. Wanting to scream but his vocal cords seemed to shrink, wanted to run but his kneecap felt disappeared. Sweat as big as corn seeds dripped down his forehead and forehead. Jakun unceasingly went up and down, gulping down his saliva.

"Why are you here Nggerrr!"

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