COBBY

Rolicure

Dinner was on the table. Mak Nah who just got a reprimand from Purbo, immediately presented the cuisine that became the favorite of his employer. One whole chicken cooked with lodho seasoning, ureap, also warm savory rice that breathes the fragrant aroma of basil leaves.

Stomach Purbo momentarily rumbling. He could not endure hunger. After feeding his wife with marrow porridge, Purbo rushed to pick up the plate and poured warm rice on it.

"Mrs Dini already ate Mister?" tanya Mak Nah while putting a pitcher containing wedang warm parem.

"It's Mak," answered Purbo briefly.

"Where are you going?" purbo asked when he saw Mak Nah turning around, about to go to the kitchen.

"Ah, I'm going to the kitchen sir. If you need anything you can call me," replied Mak Nah with a friendly smile.

"Mr Nah?" call Purbo.

"Any yes, sir?" Mak Nah is getting closer.

"Sit down, accompany me to eat. The food is delicious, but I am not used to eating alone. Usually Dini accompanied me," Purbo said, asking Mak Nah to sit in an empty chair next to him. Just shut up, look confused.

"Here you go, sit down. Dini considers njenengan as her parents. Sit down, accompany me to eat," Pinta Purbo once again.

There is no other choice, Mak Nah obey Purbo's request. He sat next to his master.

"Let's eat Mak," Purbo takes the plate, and thrusts at Mak Nah.

Mak Nah only took a little rice and anointing presented in front of him. He did not take a single piece of Purbo's favorite lodho seasoning chicken.

"Want the chicken, Mommy?" ask Purbo wonder.

"Ah, I don't eat the meat of Master. It's better to multiply vegetables, right" Mak Nah reasoned.

"Ohhh, it's true Mak, too" Purbo nodded in agreement.

"Mom, there's something I want to ask you" Purbo said with a serious face.

"Yes Sir?" Mak Nah is curious.

"In my opinion, Dini really respect njengan and consider njenengan like her own parents. Where are the parents from? My parents too, Mak? Are we indigenous people of the village of Ebuh or immigrants? I still can't remember anything. So please tell me Mak," Purbo said as he fed savory rice to his mouth.

"I don't want to ask Dini about this. I was worried that maybe her parents were gone and I opened up old memories that could have made Dini sad" Purbo continued.

"The two settlers in this village. And as far as I know both njenengan also Madam Dini, already have no parents," replied Mak Nah explained.

"Ohhh. Then where are we originally from, Mom? How was the story until we ended up living in this village?"

"This land belongs to Lady Dini. Parents of Lady Dini, the original descendants of the citizens here. Which means the two go home," replied Mak Nah with a facial expression that looks irritated.

The Purbo and Mak Nah conversation is over. Purbo is busy enjoying a serving of chicken lodho seasoning. While Mak Nah looks reluctant to feed food into his mouth.

"Don't forget to drink the parem sir. Wedang parem is very good for maintaining health. Njenengan must be healthy and strong in order to be a husband on standby for Madam Dini," said Mak Nah. This time a smile fell on the corner of his lips that looked wrinkled.

"Yes later Mak" replied Purbo briefly.

After eating, Purbo peered into the room. It turns out that he slept well on the bed. Purbo finally sat down to relax in the living room. He grabbed an old newspaper that was in the desk drawer. Open up sheet by old news sheet and hope to find something interesting.

Purbo's eyes were fixed on the 2004 crime news. A murder case that took place in suburban T on Monday morning. A US woman was found lifeless with a bruise on her nape.

Photos from the newspaper showed a woman wearing a cream shirt and cutbray jeans with a blurred face. Purbo remembered the clothes buried in a box in his front yard.

"Any," murmured Purbo.

At that time, Mak Nah appeared from the back room carrying a pitcher containing wedang parem that had not been drunk by Purbo.

"Sorry sir, what's so weird?" tanya Mak Nah was curious when she saw her master seriously looking at the old newspaper in his hand.

"No Mak, this is old news that his photo looks strange because of old age" Purbo reasoned.

"Monggo Mister, his parem wedang is drunk," Mak Nah poured the dark brown liquid from the jug into the large cup in front of Purbo.

"Sir, who used to subscribe to this newspaper?" purbo asked, still turning the shabby newspaper back.

"I'm Sir. When I was a little young, I was still looking for a way to the city. Go home with the newspaper," explained Mak Nah.

"I want to go to the city, too. Want to really HP," continued Purbo.

"Other time, sir. Accompanying Madam Dini is much more important than taking care of the electronic object" said Mak Nah. His voice was calm but felt sharp and piercing.

"I'm sorry to go back. Do not forget to drink the parem before going to bed" said Mak Nah reminded.

After Mak Nah left, Purbo got up from his seat and walked to the terrace of the house. He circulated a glance, paying attention to the front page. The hole he dug earlier, was now covered by the ground. The wooden box he had found was not there.

The cold night air blows. Blowing fog that was originally thin, now turned thick and thick enveloped the Purbo home yard with dim lighting. Purbo felt a cold sensation at his nape. In the darkness of the night, silence shuts the village of Ebuh. No sound of anything. Even Purbo could clearly hear every breath and heartbeat of his own.

"It can be this cold world" murmured Purbo. He slowly backed away and closed and locked the door.

It has become common, when cold air blows the desire to urinate becomes so. So it is with Purbo. He immediately ran to find a bathroom because his bladder felt full.

Finished urinating, Purbo went straight into the room. He chose to sleep with Dini before the night air increasingly gnawed at her arkin.

Purbo looked at the face of Early sleep. There was a small snoring from the thin lips of red blushing his wife. Purbo broke down, lying next to the woman he loved the most.

While looking at the ceiling of the room painted dull white, Purbo began to feel drowsiness. He pulled a blanket on his feet, covering part of his body to drive away the cold. Purbo felt his eyelids getting heavier. After yawning a few times, Purbo finally fell asleep. He forgot not to drink wedang parem that has been prepared by Mak Nah.

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