COBBY

Wolulicurs

There was no conversation among all the visitors of the coffee shop in the middle of the market. Purbo is uncomfortable. His presence in that place felt unexpected and disturbing. He hurriedly downed the warm ginger his order up to the toilet.

"Mas Tom, how much ginger angel is it?" purbo asked as he reached into his pants pocket.

"No need," Tomi replied quickly.

"Lhoh," Purbo frowned.

"I'm not pa pa pa" said Tomi.

"Are you, Mas?" ask Purbo wonder.

"If bakul wedang e want to practice sampeyan, yes accept it. Don't be shy and embarrassed. After all, it's afternoon, time to return home," continued one of the residents who was next to Purbo. A man in a green glove box spoke without looking at Purbo.

"Oh, fine then. Thank you," said Purbo immediately inching back. He's getting bad at Tomi's stall.

Purbo hurried away. His feet half-run. He looked over for a while and found that everyone in the shop was watching him leave. Their gazes at Purbo looked terrible.

Highlight the sharp eyes that seemed to hint that Purbo was not welcome in that place. Purbo accelerates the pace. Inwardly asked, what is his mistake? Or don't let him be the one who fought badly in the village, so many people hated him.

Then, where's Ceking? Purbo believes everyone lied about what he said. What might have to do with the party that Purbo saw last night? If so, it means the party is real, and Purbo is not dreaming or hallucinating.

Purbo stepped over while daydreaming. Until a pat on the shoulder resuscitated him. Purbo turned his head, and it turned out that Jasman the rawon seller was standing behind him. Like dejavu, this morning Jasman greeted Purbo in the same way. Jasman always looks friendly. Unlike the other villagers who were indifferent to Purbo.

"Mas, monggo stopped by the stall," Jasman asked kindly. He held a vegetable basket in his right hand.

"Ah, it's late in the afternoon Mas" replied Purbo reasoned.

"Come on, just for a second. I don't think I saw Mas Purbo in Tomejo's stall alone. I need a friend to talk to. We can chat for a while in my stall," Jasman was a little pushy.

Purbo looked up at the dammed sky. It looked dark with a thin mist moving motion over where Purbo was standing.

"Just a moment Mas, yuk," Jasman walked ahead. With little force, Purbo finally walked tailed behind Jasman.

Arriving at Jasman's place, it turns out the rawon stall is closed. Purbo is getting confused, why Jasman invites to his closed stall?

"Cong-bengong Mas? Monggo, please sit down" said Jasman, allowing his guests to sit down.

"Ajengs? Here used to be Yang," cried Jasman calling his wife.

Not long after the figure of Ajeng seemed to walk from inside the house. The most famous rawon seller in Ebuh village, is indeed beautiful and charming. His simple haircut in a ponytail, instead making him look even sweeter.

"What's up, Mom?" ask Ajeng. She did not know if her husband had invited a guest to visit.

"This is Mas Purbo. Please make a drink yes," said Jasman kalem.

He smiled and nodded. The woman went back into the house.

"Mas Purbo, I just accidentally saw the genengan in his stall Tomejo aka Tomi. Sitting alone, daydreaming, like a dazed man," Jasman sat next to Purbo.

"Is that how it looks?" Purbo smiled wryly.

"Many things bother me Mas," said Purbo hesitated.

I heard footsteps from inside the house. Ajeng carried two cups of hot coffee on a tray with a rose. She placed the coffee on the front desk of her husband and guests.

"Jeng, sit here next to Mas," said Jasman asked Ajeng to join.

Ajeng. He sat next to Jasman.

"You know Jeng, Mas Purbo this morning was pacing back and forth in front of our shop. This afternoon I didn't see any of the shells in Tomi's stall. I know that every time I meet always feel that this Mas Purbo needs friends to chat and vent," explained Jasman to Ajeng.

"Monggo Mas story. Who knows, we can exchange ideas, while screwing coffee so that it is more gayeng," continued Jasman, while sipping his hot coffee.

"I forgot all about my life. I forgot about my residence, this Ebuh village. It all feels strange, even the two feel foreign to me. I only remember about my wife's Early. I'm afraid and worried, don't let me be a citizen who fights bad so that now many people are indifferent to me" said Purbo while tasting coffee made by Ajeng. It was bland, not too sweet, not too bitter.

"Oohhh, so you don't know me and my wife?" jasman asked with a flat expression. It was as if the person who was experiencing memory forgetfulness was a common thing to him.

"It has been introduced the same Early Kok Mas," said Purbo.

"Maybe it would be better if we start this conversation with an introduction. My name is Jasman Sasmito and this is my wife's name is Ajeng Satiti" Jasman said. Ajeng nodded and smiled at Purbo.

Seeing Ajeng somehow Purbo felt familiar. Though this was the second time he met Jasman's wife, but Purbo like he had seen Ajeng's face somewhere. Purbo was speechless remembering.

"Why Mas?" jasman asked when he saw Purbo sculpting.

"Ah No Mas. By the way, all this time according to both njenengan I tuh what kind of person?" Purbo asked back.

"Frankly we are less familiar with njenengan. If Mbak Dini, We have been familiar with him for a long time," replied Jasman.

"so yeah. Oh yeah, by the way, you know Ceking?" ask Purbo again.

Jasman and Ajeng fell silent. They exchanged looks for a moment. Then Jasman is seen scratching his head.

"Ceking that market thug. I met him yesterday. I'm pretty sure I'm not hallucinating. But why is everyone pretending they don't know him?" purbo asked while massaging his forehead.

Jasman had not yet answered Purbo's question, the rain fell. The sky water hit the zinc roof terrace of Jasman's house. His voice sounded boisterous.

"Waahh, it's raining Mas" Jasman said, trying to divert the conversation.

"Mas, where's the real Ceking?" Purbo repeated the question. He refused to change the subject.

Jasman breathed. Slightly sorry to have invited Purbo to stop by his house.

"Mas, there are better things to forget. Not all question marks get answers. And sometimes ignorance is a gift and luck" Jasman said.

The conversation between Purbo and Jasman had to stop. Thunder rang out in the distance. The rain was getting heavier, the atmosphere was getting darker.

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