COBBY

Pitulicur

The color of pastel colors that initially look blurry, over time clearly visible in front of Purbo. His hand was grasping a palette of pure white painting. Purbo, now sitting cross-legged on the floor next to his bed. While Dini fell asleep while looking at her husband's face.

Purbo confusion. The last thing he remembered was that shortly after he drank the wedang parem made by Mak Nah, his head felt dizzy. He doesn't remember what happened after that. But now, he was holding a palette of paintings in his left hand and a small brush in his right hand.

"Mass? How can you just shut up? He said he wanted to paint?" dini asked to break the silence.

Purbo stared at the canvas before him. He was confused about to scratch what color paint on the clean white painting media. Like his current life, there was only a plain white color in his memory. As if she was being dictated by Dini to forget the past and start drawing the future with a new color.

Purbo's heart refused to forget. The past cannot be allowed to disappear if Purbo intends to move forward into the future. Even if his past is so bad that he himself asks to forget, then now he is trying to remember it again. There will be no future without the past. Sick, bitter, bitter life that has been lived is a valuable lesson to become a better human being.

"Hmmm, I'm going to the front porch first. Looking for some fresh air," Purbo sighed.

"Why Mas? No inspiration to paint?" ask Dini wonder.

"I don't know. I can't Yang. I don't know, I don't think I'm a painter" replied Purbo doubtfully.

"You're a great painter. Even if you forget, I'm sure by often scratching the paint on the canvas, your former talent will return" said Dini reassured.

"I can't Din. I feel alien to all these painting tools. I don't know what to draw. I forgot, I was confused," Purbo stood up, putting his brush and paint palette on the floor of the room.

"Aren't you alone for a while in the room? Or do I want to call you Mak Nah?" ask Purbo. Dini smiled and shook her head slowly.

Purbo gently stroked Dini's hair for a while, then stepped away. As he passed through the room door, Dini was heard calling.

"Mass?" call Dini kalem.

"Yes?" Purbo stopped and looked.

"It is easier to draw on a blank white canvas, than to have to fix an already messy image. Don't keep getting stuck with your lost past memories. Just paint a beautiful new picture with me" Dini said with a meaningful smile.

"Ah, iyeah dear," Purbo stuttered and immediately walked away.

Arriving at the front porch, Purbo sat looking at the green-looking courtyard full of shrubs. The hole in the ground that he dug yesterday is now completely gone.

Purbo recalled the photo he found in a wooden box buried in the ground. Purbo rushed back inside the house. Slightly in a hurry, he opened the drawer of the living room table. Make sure the photos he keeps are still safe in their place.

Under the pile of old newspapers, neatly stored a piece of photo and a pendant with a picture of a foreign woman that somehow made Purbo's heart feel longed. Purbo again closed the drawer of the living room table when Mak Nah came carrying a large jar of cassava chips.

"Gentleman what are you doing?" ask Mak Nah.

"Ah no Mak. After reading the newspaper," answered Purbo reasoned.

"Mister's snack," Mak Nah placed a jar of cassava chips on the living room table.

"Sir, can you go in here for a minute?" purbo asked when Mak Nah was about to go to the kitchen.

"Gentleman where are you going? It will soon be afternoon," said Mak Nah reminded.

"I want to get wind. Need inspiration to paint Mak" said Purbo.

"All right, but please come back, sir."

"Why?" Purbo scrunched his forehead.

"Worried it will rain" replied Mak Nah.

"Ohhh, alright," Purbo nodded.

Purbo's footsteps came to a halt at the village market's central coffee shop. Warung who met himself with the Ceking. The stall that made him taste bitter coffee until he fainted. Purbo reached into his pants pocket and found a piece of money there.

For some reason, Purbo was encouraged to visit the coffee shop again. He sits in a long chair watching Tomejo aka Tomi concoct ginger wedang for his customers. When he saw Purbo, Tomi was shocked.

"What's the pissing bag?" ask Tomi while looking down.

"Jahe just ange Mas" Purbo said with a smile. Some people next to Purbo looked back, looked at Purbo for a moment and ignored him again.

"Sorry Mas. Ginger angel huh?" tanya Tomi repeated Purbo's remark.

"Ah yes," Purbo nodded and increased the volume of his voice. She remembered Tomi was indeed a bit lacking in listening.

After a while, a glass of warm yellowish drink Tomi has served in front of Purbo.

"Mas Tom," called Purbo half-screaming.

"Ah, dalem Mas," said Tomi.

"I'm curious. The bitter coffee that I drank until I fainted yesterday is what is the ingredients? Butrowali?" ask Purbo. Honestly, he really wanted to know the bitter coffee mix that had made him sick.

"Ah, anu Mas I don't understand what Mas said," Tomi replied quickly.

"Lhuh. That's Mas, a drink served by Mas Ceking," Purbo said loudly. Everyone turned their heads at the same time, staring intently at Purbo. Purbo misbehaved.

Purbo finally chose silence. He fixed his sitting position. Then he sipped a little bit by little ginger made by Tomi. A warm sensation immediately felt in the throat.

The afternoon market was very quiet. Not too thick fog shimmered around the market area adding to the gloomy and dim atmosphere with skin-wrenching cold.

Purbo circulates the view, and does not find Ceking, the market thug anywhere. Purbo recalls an incident that was either real or a dream yesterday, when Ceking was about to be punished and thrown into a bonfire.

"Mas Tom?" Purbo called Tomi once again.

"Dalem Mas" said Tomi.

"Tumben I didn't see Mas Ceking here Mas Tom. Ceking is healthy, right?" ask Purbo curious.

"Ma sorry Mas. I don't understand what it means to do," Tomi replied in confusion.

"Lhah, the Ceking mas who yesterday gave me bitter coffee that you know. Don't know how the hell?" Purbo's exasperated.

"Ce check on Mas?" ask Tomi.

"Where is Ceking?" Purbo repeated his question in a louder voice.

"Ah, here there is no such thing as Ceking Mas. Maybe it's wrong with Mas people," Tomi replied quickly.

"Huh?" Purbo glared in shock.

"Father all know Ceking, right sir? People whose bodies are thin. Yesterday can also coffee with njenengan all," this time Purbo switched to asking the person sitting next to him.

Everyone was just silent and compactly shook their heads without looking at the puzzled Purbo. How is it that no one knows the Ceking?

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