COBBY

Telulas

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The sound of a tap-tipped tubi woke Purbo from his deep sleep. Purbo squirms, realizing the night has gone, switching mornings that feel a little warmer.

I don't know why Purbo feels like he's sleeping like he's fainting. No dreams, so deep, so sound and never disturbed or awakened even for a moment.

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Again, there was a knock. It looks like from the front door. Purbo uncovers a blanket patterned with flowers covering his legs. While yawning widely he walked out of the room.

The house is quiet and quiet. Purbo recalled Dini last night asking permission to go to Mbok Yem's place with Mak Nah. That is, Purbo is currently alone at home.

The front door is wide open. Thin fog is seen barging into the living room, changing the atmosphere of the house feels more gloomy. Purbo held onto his cold-feeling nape with his fine fur fur standing.

"Halloo, who just knocked on the door?" Purbo stopped in front of the wooden chair of the living room. He hesitated to look out. His mind was filled with a shadow of a head wrapped around a white cloth that terrorized him yesterday afternoon.

Many times Purbo gulped. Jakunnya up and down. But a great fear, also accompanied by a curiosity that is difficult to ignore. For a while Purbo weighed in indecisive. Whether he should choose to go back into his room, or see who knocked on the door. There might be guests coming.

"Ahhh, shit!" Purbo is upset himself.

Eventually as a man, Purbo decided to overcome his fear. He walked on with his legs stomped, hoping that anyone or anything outside the house would come to his senses if Purbo had no fear.

Purbo reached the front porch, and there was no one there. Only a thin white mist greeted him, along with a gust of wind that felt quite strong.

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The sound of knocking is heard back. Purbo looked over, watching the door. Apparently, the knock came from a door leaf that moved in the wind and the tip hit the wall of the house.

"Ahh, it's really less asem. Why the hell do you turn your door on me," murmured Purbo pointed at the door like a mad man.

Purbo rushed back inside the house, leaving the front door that kept on making knocking noises. Purbo into the room and snatched the towel hanging next to the dressing table.

"It's better for me to take a shower, keep a coffee in the village than to be stressed at home alone" Purbo said, draping a plain white towel around his neck.

Purbo accelerated the pace when passing through an empty room called by Dini as the workspace. In the end Purbo arrived in front of the bathroom without finding any oddities. Purbo breathed a sigh of relief. But he had not been able to enter the bathroom room sound another strange sound. This time it wasn't a knock.

The sraakkk sraakk sraakkk

A voice, like a dried leaf being dragged away. It was as if someone was sweeping in the backyard. Once again the nape of the Purbo bristles great. The coldness radiates from the pore in the neck, creeping down the shoulders and back. Now the back of the Purbo feels like an ice cube.

Curiosity, again made Purbo act recklessly. Or perhaps it is more correctly called ridiculous. He tightened the towel around his neck to cope with his cold, goosebumps. With tiptoes he passed through the kitchen door and looked at the backyard.

A man dressed in all black was seen sweeping the dry leaves. The man collected garbage, leaves and twigs in the middle of the yard. Purbo looked at him questioningly. Who the hell is that guy?

"Ehem," Purbo cleared his throat, trying to get attention.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" purbo asked as he walked closer. He also loosened his towel ties. The cold that had been gripping the neck, had now disappeared.

"Ah, my name is Yono Tuan. People call me Mbah Yon" said the old man, Mbah Yon. From a close look thin hair, but still black without gray hair even though his face looks old.

"Sorry Mbah Yon, whose name is he? And why sweep my backyard?" ask Purbo wonder.

"Home billy?" Mbah Yon observed Purbo from head to toe. The old man showed a strange expression. As doubtful as Purbo said.

"Yes, my home" answered Purbo. He thought it might be possible that Mbah Yon was suffering from senility.

"Ahh, yes. I used to ride here" Mbah Yon said, swinging his broomstick back.

"Oohh, told to be the same Early yes Mbah. Maybe also let me not be alone in the house, so call Mbah Yon here," Purbo mangosteen mangosteen.

"here?" Mbah Yon asked again, and scratched his head.

Purbo was increasingly convinced that the old man in front of him was senile. Purbo now suspects not to Mbah Yon wandering unnoticed by his family and accidentally entered the backyard of the Purbo house.

"Where is Yon's house?" purbo asked with a smile.

"I am from a distance, sir. The hamlet at the very end there," said Mbah Yon while his finger pointed indeterminate direction.

"Well, was this on foot?" ask Purbo again. He accidentally saw the blackened Mbah Yon old leg full of mud.

"Yes, sir" replied Mbah Yon briefly.

"Emm, alright Mbah Yon, I want to take a shower first. Njenengan is enough life yes. Let me continue" Purbo said. However, Mbah Yon did not bother him. He still continued sweeping the backyard which was indeed full of dried bamboo leaves.

Purbo finally left the old man alone. He continued his initial intention to take a shower. Morning bath in the village of Ebuh is like watering the entire body with ice melt water. The cold was really piercing and piercing through the bones. The sleepiness disappeared instantly.

After the bath, Purbo returned to the backyard. Mbah Yon is seen crouching burning garbage. The smoke from the combustion that should have a very high aroma, it turns out that it even smells fragrant. It was as if what was being burned was not a dry foliage but a bunch of fresh flowers.

"That if you are tired of rest, you know," shouted Purbo from a distance.

Mbah Yon did not answer. The man seemed to be muttering alone. I don't know what was said, Purbo couldn't hear it.

In the end, Purbo let the grandfather who had come out of nowhere alone in the backyard. Purbo chose to change clothes immediately to hang out or coffee in the market.

Wearing a blue shirt with jeans that are a little overstretched, Purbo stepped his feet out of the house. He closed the front door and half ran towards the village market.

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