COBBY

Loro

Purbo knelt on the ground that felt slightly wet. He closed both ears using his palm. The humble voice of the sahutan accompanied by a shrill scream made his eardrum pain.

Inside the dense fog, Purbo seemed to see dozens or even dozens of pairs of eyes watching, and looked at him with hatred. Purbo closed his eyes.

"Mass? Mas?" a voice accompanied by a soft clap about Purbo's shoulder field.

Slowly Purbo opened his eyes. The thick fog had disappeared. Purbo turned his head, Dini next to him with a puzzled look.

"Mas, what the hell are you doing?" ask Dini wonder.

Purbo took off his palm from his ear. He's spreading a look. There's nothing strange around him. There were only a few mahogany trees and kaliandra swinging crazily in the wind. Also the rest of the fog was thin like strands of cotton flying.

"Mas Purbo why?" I asked back. His face looks like it's about to cry. Afraid and anxious to see the strange behavior of her husband who arrived suddenly collapsed on his knees in the streets.

"Ah, there was a lot of fog. You are missing Din," said Purbo brickly.

"I'm always next to you. I was afraid, Mas suddenly collapsed, iisshh," continued Dini, he held his stomach while grimacing.

"Aren't you, dear pa?" Purbo immediately stood up, embracing his wife.

"My stomach is uncomfortable. This is because of Mas, our child is so afraid," grumbled Dini while landing some pinch on Purbo's arm.

"I'm sorry, honey. We go back to the doctor again, okay?" tanya Purbo riled. Worried about his wife.

"Have just gone home. I'm used to it, the grandpa might protest because his Father is acting strange today," said Dini stroking his stomach.

"Alright, I whine what you say," Purbo sighed resignedly.

Purbo was about to step his foot back, when he remembered something. Purbo again silently pegged in the middle of the road.

"Mas, daydream again?" Dini shook Purbo's arm.

"What, is our house still far away?" purbo asked with an empty look.

"Huh? What the hell is this talking about? Our house after that corner. The first house of the village archway," Dini shook his head, astonished by Purbo's question.

"I forgot that. I really do how. I feel weird about myself. Why me, who?" Purbo looked up to Dini. His two brown eyes seemed to shake.

"We go home anyway. Later let me ask the same Mak Nah, let it be massage, made herbal medicine or condoned you later," said Dini while pulling the arm of her husband.

"Switch?" Purbo scrunched his forehead. He was according to Dini.

"Yes, you could be Sawanen Mas. Cook can forget all that. Don't don't you also forget about me, your own wife," Dini continued to nyerocos while walking.

Purbo who does not understand what Dini is talking about can only be silent according to. The cobbled streets were now replaced with sticky clay on the footwear. Purbo looked down at his shoes. Then Purbo turned to look Dini. His wife was still wearing the leather jacket that Purbo had worn earlier.

"Which?" call Purbo lirih.

"I was driving yak. How to wear gini boots? Why wear a leather jacket?"

Purbo's question made Dini stop his steps. Still holding Purbo's arm, Dini seemed to sigh. Cold air back blowing, exhaling the smell of trees that more like the smell of moss, a little languid but refreshing.

"The gas is true. It was not that this morning Mas himself wanted to dress like that. Let's be cool he said!" snapped Early, glaring. Purbo can only grin and scratch the head. He forgot, completely forgot.

Early back pull Purbo's arm. They walked down the dirt road that somehow could get the attention of the local government to be built better and more decent.

Up at the corner, there is a large mahogany tree on the side of the road. The tree looked old, with some parts of its trunk peeling off. They continued to walk through the bend, until they reached a house with a very large yard.

Joglo house, formed on the arrangement of blabak or teak wood dark brown. Its spacious yard in planting several types of fruits. There are guava, also mango. The tallest growing compared to others is the jackfruit tree with some of its large fruits hanging on its sturdy trunk.

At first glance the house looks beautiful, cool and rather creepy. Around the yard of the house is a large sugar cane garden with a very high trunk. I don't see any other house. Purbo stood glued in the courtyard of the house. Unbelieving and unsure, he lives there.

"Wow Mas came in," Dini held her husband's arm, invited him in.

Slightly hesitating, Purbo stepped his foot. Go through the yard and get to the front porch. Some roses and ladybugs that look beautiful and beautiful are neatly arranged in small potted pots. A pot made of burnt clay.

Purbo's mouth was almost open to say a greeting, as the door opened from within. A woman walks in a row from inside the house. Women around 50 years old, wearing striated clothes and jarit. His face was sober, with a friendly smile.

"Mr and Madam have gone home" said the woman kindly.

"Who?" tanya Purbo half whispered in Early ear.

"That's Mak Nah Mas. Come on in, you need rest, "Dini pulled back Purbo's arm.

Dini took off her footwear, followed by Purbo. The floor of the house is made of ash-coloured cement, looks clean and smooth, as if at any time swept and cleaned continuously.

Purbo continued to observe. Door leaves made of teak wood with carvings that twist beautifully. Once inside the house, a warm and comfortable sensation is immediately felt.

The living room is quite spacious, with 4 large house support poles in the middle. In the sky hung a unique brackets lamp with its dim light. In the corner of the room also depends on the public or oil lamp. Maybe the burning of oil is what causes the sensation of the room feels warm.

Wooden chairs in a circular layout with a round table at the center. An old bicycle was lying in the corner of the room. No TV, just a long battery-powered radio station on top of the closet.

Dini walked in a hurry, passing through the living room while holding her stomach. He left Purbo who was gawking at his own home. Still Purbo feels foreign.

"Master, tomorrow if you go home from anywhere do not need to knock on the door let alone say hello. I was always at home, ready at any time, and knew when the njengan came," said Mak Nah, then walked Dini to the back.

Purbo gulped, for some reason he felt Mak Nah was angry with him. Purbo again walked, passed the living room, and arrived at the middle of the room. There are 4 rooms, 2 rooms to the left of Purbo and 2 rooms to the right, facing each other.

Duk duk duk duk

Suddenly the sound of the door being knocked. Purbo gasped, a little surprised. Purbo listened and watched, where did the sound come from?

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