COBBY

Telu

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The sound of the door being tapped with tubes. The door to the room on the left where Purbo stands. More clearly, the sound came from the door leaf that did not have a key handle.

Purbo approached slowly. The touch of the door leaf made of teak wood. Engraving is swerving with a hexagon image in the center. No more knocking on the door that was disturbing. Purbo stuck his ear to the door. Silence, no sound was heard.

"Master? What are you doing?" tanya Mak Nah arrived. Purbo was startled, slightly jumped and retreated away from the door.

Mak Nah stood holding Dini's hand. Purbo looked at his wife's face, feeling a little different. The beautiful woman looked more attractive than when she complained about her stomach problems earlier.

"Emm, Why So?" purbo asked after a moment of silence.

"It's okay. Monggo take a break immediately," replied Mak Nah, then inching back.

"If I'm why, it means one Mas" Dini said with a smile.

"Huh? What'sthat?" ask Purbo not understand.

"That means I lack affection" Dini chuckled. His loud laughter broke. Purbo pouted feeling bullied.

"That's ah, let's go to the room. We're taking a nap. I'm tired, Mas's tired, too" asked Dini.

"What time is it?" purbo asked, wobbly do not find a timepiece.

"Jam 2 noon Mas," replied Dini quickly.

"Kok you know?" ask Purbo again.

"There is HP Mas. Look for yourself at the HP mu Mas," Dini looked up, opened one of the rooms that faced the strange room earlier.

Purbo tailed behind Dini. He reached into his pants pocket, and found a black HP there. Purbo presses the button on the right, HP turns on showing a locked screen. It's on the screen at 14:11.

Entering the bedroom, Purbo is quite amazed by its classic design. Light brown color dominates. With a bed made of white iron. The bed that seems old-fashioned and antique.

Dini sat in front of a simple dressing table. He took off his hair. Letting that jet-black hair unravel long. Dini took a large comb in dark green on the dresser. Stroked her hair for a while, then combed her slowly while kicking a song called 'White'.

"When death comes

I lay in an ambulance

Listen, talk about funerals

And my destiny is approaching

Sirens running around

Tense, opening the way to God

I'm finally done too

When visiting home

Look into the room to the middle room

Warm, inhaling the smell of favorite dishes

And tahlilan begins

Prayer is sometimes heard crying

I also sucked in sedans

I'm finally done too

Oh, I'm complete now,"

Dini kendang. His voice was slow, sounding melodious and echoing in the room. A beautiful song, yet makes Purbo's fur bristles great.

Dini suddenly stopped her activity combing hair. His lips still seemed to move, as if continuing to kick but no sound was heard. An uncomfortable silence was immediately felt in the room.

"Yes yaanngg?" Purbo repeated his call.

"What's up, Mom?" this time Dini replied, not looking. He kept staring at the reflection of his face in the mirror.

"Ah nope. I just wanted to say your voice is good. But, your song selection scares me who," Purbo said, rubbing his nape. Dini chuckles softly.

"Hmmm, what song do you want to sing in?" dini Tanya was still giggling.

"The dangdut song is possible. Can't you?" Purbo smiled then sat down in the corner of the bed.

"Mas Purbo wants to sleep, what do you want? Huh uh?" Dini pura pout.

"Ha ha ha," Purbo laughed. His burly body seemed to shake.

Purbo regained his HP. He was about to open the locked screen, but forgot the combination of numbers used as passwords.

"Duh, do you know how many passwords I have?" purbo asked while looking at his HP screen.

"I don't know" replied Dini. Her beautiful face suddenly looks sad.

"Mas also forgot HP password?" Back to asking. Purbo nodded quickly.

"Hmmm, maybe I should go to bed. I thought I was exhausted. Mas's mind needs to be rested," Dini gave a suggestion.

Slowly the pregnant woman moved away from her dresser. Dini embraces Purbo. He rubbed her husband's shoulder with all his heart.

"Mas, I'm lucky to have you" Dini said slowly.

"We are equally lucky, dear. Can have each other, both in joy and sorrow," said Purbo.

"But Yang, I feel my body is different today. I don't know why I feel like a stranger here. All I remember about all this is you. Isn't this weird?" Purbo massaged his forehead.

"Already Mas. That's a sign that Mas Purbo needs rest," Dini embraces Purbo, invites him to lay down on the mattress.

There's no other choice, Purbo says. He lay his body on a mattress made of cotton that is quite comfortable. The fragrance of the fragrant smell of the bedspread. A familiar fragrance, an intoxicating fragrance.

Purbo's mind was distracted. Comfort, in fact makes drowsiness come. Plus a gentle swab of Early's repeated hands on his head. In an instant Purbo was already asleep.

A small snoring was heard from Purbo's red-and-black lips. Dini tried to shake Purbo's shoulder. Determine if her husband is asleep.

After feeling confident that Purbo was asleep, Dini moved out of her bed. Holding her hips, she walked slowly out of the room. A little tiptoed he headed to the front porch.

Mak Nah stands next to each other, leaning against a teak wooden pole facing the front yard. Dini looks hesitant to approach him.

"Mak? I'm not sure about all this" said Dini, still holding her hip.

"The choice is in njenengan," said Mak Nah coldly.

"What if Mas Purbo is conscious? He would definitely blame me for everything that happened," Dini sighed. His hands clutched tightly on the pillars of the house. He's upset and worried.

"He will not be conscious. Now I ask the njenengan. Want to be like this or not? Happy or not?" Mak Nah asked, slightly raising his tone.

"Yes, this kind of life I've always dreamed of. I failed once before, I don't want to fail here again. Not this time," Early eyeballs trembled withstanding the cries.

"Njenengan must take care of njenengan husband. Keep the room closed. Let me take care of the rest. I'm just here to help. The decision is in the hands of the. If the njengan want it this way, yes do it with a unanimous determination. Poor rawe rawe rantas putung!" Mak Nah who has a calm face looks glared until his eyeballs protrude out.

"I'm sorry to go back. Want to make dinner. Later if Mas njenengan is awake, call me. Not ready for wedang parem," Mak Nah grasped Early's hand for a moment, then walked away to the kitchen.

He sighed, looking at the foggy streets. All day long, all the time never lost the fog of the village of Ebuh.

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