COBBY

Eleventh

"What are you doing in this place, Ngger?" a hoarse voice rang out from a piece of head wrapped around a white cloth in the presence of Purbo.

Purbo did not budge, stood glued without being able to do anything. His feet were trembling, his tongue was muddy, while sweat kept dripping despite the cold temperature.

"What are you doing in this place, Ngger?" for the third time, the hoarse voice was heard again saying the same question.

For a few moments Purbo could only stand still. Until finally a pat from behind on Purbo's shoulder, making him jump in shock.

"Ahh ahh ahhh," cried Purbo, crossing both hands in front of his face.

"Gentleman what are you doing?" the female voice asked, sounding calm.

It turned out that Mak Nah had patted Purbo on the shoulder. His wrinkled forehead looked wrinkled. His expression showed that Mak Nah was curious, what was the employer doing. Moreover, Purbo looked very frightened.

"Ah Mak Nah's. There's heads!" purbo shouted pointing at the ground where a piece of head wrapped in white cloth lay.

How shocked Purbo, the head that had terrorized him a moment ago, had now disappeared. There was only a black stone the size of a fist there.

"Huh?" Purbo was confused, rubbing his two eyes to make sure. The result is nothing, there is nothing. Even the white sheets that Purbo had stretched out were gone.

"Master, it's healthy right?" tanya Mak Nah.

"Ah eng, it was anu Mak," Purbo rattled in confusion.

"Sorry Master if I make a hassle, should help dry the laundry," said Mak Nah slightly bent. Purbo scratching head.

"That's what Mak is. I'll just go to the room," said Purbo. He immediately ran into the house.

Mak Nah who felt strange about the behavior of Purbo earlier, decided to walk around the backyard. Sometimes his lips look kamit like they are casting a spell.

Purbo went into the room, finding his wife listening to the radio in front of the dresser. The anthems of the campursari are soothing.

"Mas, sun it up?" ask Dini without looking. He was busy looking at the mirror in front of him.

Purbo did not answer. He dropped his body on the corner of the bed. Purbo was still shocked and terrified. Even though what he saw was an illusion.

"Yes? Don't don't I'm used to it" Purbo said restlessly.

"Huh? How did you say that? What's up?" Turn off the radio. Now she looked at her husband lying on the bed.

"I've just seen the apparition" replied Purbo lirih.

"Where's Mas? What sightings? Don't be weird, Mas. Where could there be an apparition?" Dini debated in disbelief.

"I swear that. I was sunning the white sheet, there was a head cut, talking to me anyway. It's horrible!" Purbo remembered the incident.

"White sheet? There are no white sheets. You see it wrong maybe, or daydream?" Dini approached the bed, and sat down next to Purbo who looked deathly pale.

"Come on, I'm confused" Purbo continued, massaging his forehead.

"What sound is it?" He scrunched his forehead, full of questions.

"Well, that's what it looks like, speaking to me Din!" Purbo slightly snapped.

"What by the way?" ask Dini again.

"Just the apparition asked me. What am I here for. The thing I think is the most frightening is something I can't understand. And right now, I really don't understand what really happened to my life, Dini," Purbo woke up from his sleep, clutching his heavy head.

"The calm mass. There I am beside you Mas," said Dini calming. She looks panicked, despite trying to keep smiling.

"I feel weird Early. My life seems to have just started yesterday. Just these two days I remember in my brain. What about the day before? Why can I forget, Dini?" Purbo sighed. Emotions turbulent. He wanted to be angry, but who was he angry at?

"Mass, I told you, didn't I? Whatever happens as long as we're the same, you're the same me, everything's gonna be fine. We can go through it anyway," Dini looked at Purbo with a sad face.

Purbo fell silent, watching the look of Dini's face that looked sad. His heart felt sliced, sore. How could he, as a man, make his pregnant wife sad?

"I'm sorry" Purbo said, then hugged Dini. Pecking his wife's stomach which on several occasions felt a small kick kick from the inside.

"Mas here first, let me get you a drink. Wedang parem might make you more calm," said Dini release Purbo embrace. Slowly, Dini walked out of the room.

Purbo sighed. He felt lucky to have a wife as good and gentle as Early. Maybe it is true if the so-called soul mate is to unite two differences in a relationship. How the Purbo nature tends to be unstable, getting a wife like Dini who is calm and calm.

While waiting for a drink from his wife, Purbo reached into his pants pocket and picked up the bead-eyed pendant he had picked up in the clothesline. Purbo opened the locket, and looked at the photo that was there.

"Would I have been a bad boy? Could I be having an affair? Or don't let the woman in this photo have something to do with my current condition?" Question after question swirled in Purbo's mind.

Purbo closed the pendant. Do not want to linger long staring at the photos in it. Because somehow, the woman in the photo made Purbo's chest rustle. It was as if there was a longing and a feeling that was hard to express.

Afraid of his own feelings, Purbo reinserted the locket into his pants pocket. He turned his mind to the radio lying on the dresser. The radio that yesterday was thought to be damaged, in fact it still sounds melodious when used by his wife.

Purbo sat at the dresser, watching the radio that seemed old. He turned the button to turn it on. The buzzing sound instantly sounded deafening.

"Isn't that a mixed song?" purbo muttered exasperatedly.

A bit rough Purbo play the button to change the broadcast frequency. Only an indistinct sound was heard. Like a plastic swiped swiping carelessly.

Purbo almost gave up, about to turn off the radio because it felt noisy and annoying. Until an old pop song is heard. Songs from the 90s that she somehow memorized the lyrics. Songs that made him miss. Simultaneously, a picture of a black-robed woman flashed through Purbo's brain.

"Didn't you promise to take me to the beach after work is done?" said the black-robed woman.

Purbo wanted to see the woman's face, but could not. The woman walked away. The melodious pop song on the radio was over, leaving a ringing sound that disturbs and resuscitates Purbo from his daydream.

At that moment, Dini went into the room, carrying a cup of warm parem wedang that reflected thin white smoke. Unasked, Purbo immediately downed the warm drink to the toilet. And just as it had happened before, Purbo's feelings and heart regained its calm.

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