COBBY

Rongtens

A thin mist enveloped the front yard of Purbo's house, even though it was noon. Even the sun seemed to have resigned itself to dropping its rays. The dark atmosphere became a familiar sight, also the cold pierced the skin even though there was no rain drops.

This afternoon Purbo crouched in the front yard of the house. He dug out a fairly loose soil under a towering mango tree. There are some mangoes that look yellow on the outside.

Purbo rubbed the sweat on his forehead. He's feeling tired. Quite a lot of holes he had made at some point of the home yard. Purbo intends to grow ginger and other empon empons, given the need for this type of plant is quite high.

She watched her husband from the porch. He sat at the end of the terrace with his feet dangling to the ground. Every now and then a sweet woman with a mole on that nose, swings her legs.

"What do you do to grow that much ginger?" ask Dini with a smile.

"Yes who knows. Everyone loves Wedang parem. When consumer appetite increases, it certainly triggers an increase in demand. Empon empon raw materials from wedang parem, business opportunities," replied Purbo. Dini only mangosteen mangosteen.

Purbo again felt strange and astonished by the contents of his mind. Isn't he a painting artist? However, his brain was full of knowledge and economic theory.

"What did I graduate?" ask Purbo. He still hollowed the ground using a crowbar.

No response from Dini. Purbo finally turned his head, and did not find Dini in his original place. Purbo circulated the view, Early is no longer on the front porch. His wife may have gone to the kitchen or the room.

"Yahh, say it yourself," murmured Purbo while shaking his head.

Purbo continued digging until his crowbar felt hit something in the ground.

The dug dug dug dug

Purbo knocked on the object at the end of his crowbar.

"What's this?" Purbo scrunched his forehead.

Purbo continued digging and finally saw a box object the size of a cardboard shoe, made of wooden board. The box hasn't been buried in there for too long.

Purbo lifted and took out the box from the ground. There was a rusty padlock on the side of the box, which was locked very tightly. It was as if there were precious things stored inside.

"Don't be a treasure, '" murmured Purbo with sparkling eyes.

Purbo hit the padlock with the pointed end of the crowbar. Several times the Purbo hit him with all his might. But because the rust attached is very thick, the padlock is quite difficult to remove.

Braakkk

Finally the lock broke and the wooden box opened. The purbo spilled the contents of the wooden box onto the ground. Inside the box were two pieces of women's clothing, a small black watch and a blurry photograph.

"Why bury things like this? Is it possible that Dini wants to make a time capsule? There's just one," Purbo chuckled. Feeling deceived because at first he hoped to find a treasure in the box.

Purbo observes a shabby shirt and a piece of cutbray trousers before him. There's a pungent mothball smell.

"The 2000s fashion model," murmured Purbo.

He also saw and turned back the watch that turned out to be foreign-made. Unfortunately, the watch is no longer beating. His short needle stopped at the number 9, while his long needle pointed at exactly the number 12.

Purbo turned to observe a sheet of photos that already looked blurry. He blew off the dust that was stuck in the photo. Samar can be seen a picture of a woman with ponytailed hair wearing the same clothes as the model and color of shabby clothes in front of Purbo.

Purbo narrowed his eyes, trying to ascertain whose photo it was. But unfortunately, on the face looks blurry and moldy. When viewed from the posture and height, the woman in the photo is not Dini.

"Superficial" whispered Purbo. He folded the photo and put it in his pants pocket.

Not long after, Dini seemed to walk closer to Purbo. He carried a cup of wedang parem in his hand. When he saw the wooden box in front of Purbo, his hands immediately trembled violently.

The cup in Dini's hand fell off, spilling the parem-colored wedang onto the coke. Purbo immediately jumped to hold Dini's body that was about to collapse to the ground.

"You why Yang?" ask Purbo to worry.

"I'm a little dizzy Mas," said Dini lirih.

"Take me to the room" Pinta Dini. His view can not be separated from the wooden box with its contents are messy in the yard of the house.

Purbo immediately grabbed Dini's arm, and led her into the house. Arriving in the room, Dini immediately put her body in bed.

"Now hasn't he been back yet?" ask Purbo. Dini shook her head slowly.

"What do you need? Hot water? Let me get you," Purbo panicked a little.

"No. You just sit here," replied Dini with a faint-looking smile.

"Why did you arrive at lemes is that Yang?" ask Purbo while massaging his arm Early. His wife's skin was cold again.

"No pa pa Mas. Maybe just need to sleep," replied Dini trying to calm Purbo.

"We went to the doctor? Let me get the people to carry you to the car" proposes Purbo.

"Where is Mak Nah? Not back yet. It's a pity that I live alone in the house" Purbo looks even more riled up.

"Hey is it. I am not pa pa. Really deh. I'm not going anywhere. Anyway you're just here near me," Dini whined spoiled, holding her husband's burly arm.

"Hmmm, your condition has arrived drop Yang. I'm afraid of you why napa," Purbo kissed the back of his pale-white Early hand.

"No. Pregnant people are like gini. You don't fuck around," Dini chuckled.

"Hmmm, Well where is not back. Wonder," grumbled Purbo.

"Yes he was at his old master's house. Let it go," said Dini.

"you mean? Mak Nah used to be Mbah Modo?" ask Purbo curious.

"Yes. Before moving here Mak Nah it's Mbah Modo's right hand," explained Dini.

"Ohhh. Speaking of which I found a wooden box in the front yard. I thought of the treasure, it turned out that the contents of the object were not important. That's your old-fashioned thing, right, Yang?" purbo asked with a slight smile. He's still massaging his wife's arm.

"Eh Mas, please get me some drinking water. The warm yes," between Early arrived.

"Ah, well dear," Purbo poked his chin Early and immediately stood up.

Purbo went into the kitchen. He checked the water in the flask lying on the table. Turned empty. No hot water in the flask.

"Ah, fuck! What the hell is Mak Nah's job? There is no hot water!" grouse Purbo annoyed.

Purbo snatched the pot hanging on the kitchen wall and immediately lit the stove. He boiled the water while grumbling with annoyance at his maid who did not return from the house of the village chief.

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