COBBY

Telungkul Telu

A student named Hasan, exploring with his friends from a nature lovers club. The exploration begins after dawn, while enjoying the fresh and cold morning air, also the beautiful sunrise on the hill.

Exploration that initially felt pleasant to befriend the beautiful scenery of nature, suddenly turned into something scary for Hasan. At a crossroads, the dreamy Hasan took a different path from his friend ahead.

Hasan began to be confused and anxious as the territory he passed by was thickly misty. There was almost nothing that could be seen by the net, because of the wisps of white blobs covering the entire corner. Hasan no longer knew the direction. The sun is not visible.

Trying to get back to where he was, Hasan got lost. For about two hours, he walked without a clear purpose. The calf feels like it's about to explode. Sweat drenched his back even though the air was cold. Excessive worry and panic also deplete his energy.

"Astaghfirullah, what is this thing called Kobeng? Where HP has no signal. Though it has been ordered earlier do not daydream, a lot of remembrance. Kok yo real events. Duh Gusti," Hasan complained. He sat under a towering acacia tree by the roadside.

That was when a voice called out to Hasan. In front of Hasan appeared a male figure, well-built, stout and pure white. It looked like the man was a little older than Hasan. That man is Purbo.

"Monggo Mas, take a break at my house first," asked Purbo for a number of times.

Hasan refused Purbo's invitation. He was afraid when he remembered the horror stories that were spread in the nature lovers club. Many tell that the hills of the exploration area is still famous 'wingit' or haunted. However, its exotic scenery makes the place a favorite destination for exploration.

In the end Hasan accepted Purbo's invitation. He was too tired to walk. Hasan felt his right leg linu and stiff. If forced to keep going, it could even be cramps later. Resting briefly at the Purbo house is certainly the right choice for now.

"If it's not a hassle, can I have some rubbing oil later?" ask Hasan.

"Yes I think there's quite a lot of massage oil at home. Come with me," Purbo smiled.

Hasan patted his pants slightly dirty. Then walk behind Purbo. The former rain makes the dirt road really difficult to pass. Just a little misstep of the foot can sink into the muddy ground.

It was very strange to see Purbo stepping quickly over the puddled streets. Hasan had trouble following Purbo's way of walking as if he didn't touch the ground. Without the two of them noticing, there was only one footprint left on the muddy dirt road.

It didn't take long, Hasan arrived at a large courtyard. Slightly hesitating, Hasan rubbed his eyes. As he remembered earlier during the clock rotating in the area there was not a single house visible. But now, a joglo-style house stands firmly in front of him.

"Cock-awkwardly? Let's go in Mas" Purbo invited his guest into the house.

"I don't rest here Mas" replied Hasan putting his backpack on the front porch floor. He rested his back on one of the pillars of the house.

"Then I stay for a while, Mas, do not get rub oil first" said Purbo.

Purbo walked through the living room and arrived in front of his room. Mak Nah looks to be feeding Dini. The old woman was very painstakingly feeding and rubbing her reddened Early lips exposed to the thick-colored porridge.

"Where is the oil rub?" purbo asked as he stepped into the room.

"On top of the closet Mas," Java Dini after swallowing red porridge in his mouth.

"Rubber oil? What is it for, sir? Wind in again?" tanya Mak Nah is full of search.

"No. That. .. I met a student who was exploring and got lost in front of the house. His legs were cramping, so it took massage oil, " replied Purbo. A little tiptoe he took out a bottle of rubbing oil on top of the wardrobe.

"Students?" Mak Nah frowned.

"Yes, nature-loving boy. Pity him left his entourage," Purbo said straight out of the room.

"It's Mas," Purbo thrusts rubbing oil.

"Thank you" Hasan immediately applied oil on the part of his body that felt stiff. The soles of the feet, calves, to the knees are not missed. The fragrant aroma of aromatherapy stings in the cold morning air.

"Mas lives alone in this house?" hasan asked when he realized the state of the house felt lonely.

"The same wife and a household assistant. It just so happens that my wife is pregnant. He was resting in the room" Purbo replied.

"Ohhh. Pregnancy of first child?" ask Hasan again.

"Yes Mas. The wife is a bit spoiled, "Purbo smiled.

"Oh yeah, would you like some coffee or maybe some warm ginger?" ask Purbo then.

"Ah, do not bother to bother Mas," replied Hasan base stale. In his heart he wished to be treated to eat and drink. His stomach was rumbling, the energy was exhausted to go back and forth in the fog earlier.

"No bother with it. Not making ginger angel yes. Just take a break here or in the living room as well" Purbo moved from his seat.

"Duh Mas so ngerepotin," said Hasan looked down embarrassed.

"No. I'd even like it if someone visits the house. It feels more rame. Later for example have met friends njenengan friends, please everyone invited to stop by here."

Purbo walked into the kitchen. Leaving Hasan alone on the front porch.

"Ebuh Village. Enter subdistrict where the hell is the area here? Kok foreign name of the village," muttered Hasan alone while observing the building of the Purbo house that impressed old but beautiful.

Thanks to the rubbing oil from Purbo, Hasan's legs feel more comfortable. He tried to stand up. And sure enough, the calf muscles that were stiff, now it is good to move.

Hasan walked the path on the front porch. Then, he entered the living room. While observing the classic and unique room, Hasan occasionally squirms, stretching his body.

Sayup I heard the voice of the person who was speaking. The voice interspersed with laughter neighed. Hasan held his nape. The cold was getting pierced through the thick jacket type of waterproof hiking he was wearing.

In the midst of the fear that spread in the heart, in fact the urge to find out what sound was heard by Hasan felt very strong. With tiptoes Hasan walked closer to the room, where the sound came from.

An act that Hasan would regret the next day. As a guest, he shouldn't have snuggled, peering into the host's room. A presumptuous and less civilized action.

Finally, Hasan reached the front of the room with the sound of strange laughter in it. The door to the room is only partially open. Hasan gulped. Part of his heart asked him to sit on the porch. But some of the others continued to want Hasan to look into the room.

Driven by great curiosity, Hasan looked into the room. Under the dim light of the lamp, two female figures were talking. Their long hair hung down to the floor.

One of the women seemed to be grasping an object with the color as red as blood. Then put the strange object into the mouth of the other woman. The sound of a mouth that tastes fast accompanied by a neighing laughter that had disturbed Hasan earlier.

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