COBBY

Nem's Nude

Sweat wet white cotton shirt. The air this time was warmer than yesterday. Purbo shook his hand. There were a few grains of sweat as big as corn seeds dripping on his temples.

Cleaning the cobwebs on the ceiling of the living room is actually enough to make Purbo tired. His neck felt stiff as a result of constantly looking up at the ceiling. In the heart of a little regret for having time to judge the performance of Mak Nah is not becus. Purbo just realized, cleaning the house turned out to drain his energy.

"Fuuhh, capeekk," Purbo sat down on the floor, leaning against a wooden support seat in the middle of the living room.

"Ehemm, sir's drink," suddenly Mak Nah was standing in front of Purbo carrying a large glass of light brown drink. Obviously it is wedang parem.

"Capek Sir?" ask Mama while smiling. The old woman mocked Purbo.

"No. The weather was a little hot today, Mom. So it's easy to sweat" Purbo replied exasperatedly.

Mak Nah was still smiling, slightly bowing and stepping back into the kitchen. Purbo immediately snatched a drink on the table, wedang parem made by Mak Nah. The extreme thirst makes Purbo no longer care about his memory of the hair clumps and foul aroma that Purbo once found in the parem wedang. After all, Purbo also doubted that his memory of that night was reality. Now the memory of that memory is only faintly visible in Purbo's mind. It is difficult to distinguish reality from dreams and hallucinations.

"Ahhh," Purbo sighed. He looked up at the sky which now looked clean.

"It's over, sir?" suddenly Mak Nah was standing back in front of Purbo carrying a jar of pastries. Purbo had jumped in shock, because he did not feel the presence of the maid.

"Shock me Mak" said Purbo stroking his own chest elus.

Mak Nah just smiled, then put the pastry in a jar on the living room table. Once again Mak Nah leaned over and walked back to the kitchen.

Purbo moved seats. Now he rested his back on the wooden chair, staring at the cookies in the jar. There are some cakes that look a little charred, maybe because they are baked too long. But the rather blackened cake that is what is interesting in the eyes of Purbo. A slightly bitter and more crunchy sensation is usually felt when the cake goes into the mouth.

Purbo opens the lid of the jar. He picked up a pastry with a slightly blackened edge. When Purbo was about to feed the cake into the mouth, suddenly his head felt heavy. Purbo. A momentary blurry eye view. The cake in his palm seemed to move. The cake turned into a large brown caterpillar. Its charred edge now looks like a dark black sago caterpillar head.

"Godzhh!" pekik Purbo threw the cake in his hand.

Cake is cake. When thrown and fell to the floor, the flour-based food was broken scattered. Purbo narrowed his eyes, making sure he didn't see wrong. Whether falling on the floor or in a jar, all are pastries that are worth consuming.

With a slight roughness, Purbo closed back the jar before him. His desire to eat pastries disappeared instantly. His stomach was hungry, but he ate food at home.

Half-run Purbo walks out of the house. Sometimes he looks back, worried Mak Nah caught and will lecture him all day because he can not stay at home. Purbo accelerated past the front yard and continued walking towards the settlement of the Ebuh villagers.

Purbo intends to visit Jasman's rawon stall. In addition to crashing the stomach, also want to chat with the only friend he has in the village of Ebuh. Although it is actually a promise to meet not now but tomorrow.

The daytime air that is warm enough to repel clumps of fog that are usually crammed in the air. Fog is formed due to the cold that makes water vapor condense and air humidity levels of almost one hundred percent. Now with the temperature warming, the fog leaves only a thin blob in the air.

Although there is no thick fog, but still the road to the settlement residents look dim. The sunlight was not able to penetrate the dense trees that became the natural fence of the village of Ebuh.

Purbo was quite shocked when he arrived at the residential area of the villagers. The atmosphere is really lonely. Many houses have their doors closed. Though usually when thick fog envelops the village looks very lively. Now it's the opposite. When the weather looks a little brighter, the villagers seem reluctant to leave the house.

Purbo turned in the alley. A little anxious, don't let Jasman's rawon stall also close. His stomach was really rumbling. Fortunately, that worry did not happen. Rawon stalls with white banners on the front that remain open with smoke puff scented spices.

"Ah, thank goodness" said Purbo. He immediately sat down on one of the empty chairs located in the corner of the stall.

"What order is it?" tanya Ajeng with flat face mimic.

"Rawon one, iced orange one," Purbo answered quickly.

Ajeng. Deftly he immediately prepared an order from that customer. Purbo observed Ajeng from his seat. The woman always looks sweet with the same hairstyle every time they meet. Straight black hair ponytailed. Somehow Purbo felt familiar with the figure of Ajeng.

A few minutes later Ajeng was again standing before Purbo, carrying an order from the thin-bearded man.

"Mbak Ajeng?" call Purbo slowly.

"Nggeh Mas? What's up?" Ajeng.

"Did I come here often? Why do I feel familiar with the njengan? It's strange to have a half-and-a-half memory like this" Purbo said, staring at Ajeng.

"Ah no Mas. Just like the other villagers. Njenengan not come here very often, only once or twice a week to enjoy my homemade rawon," Ajeng explained.

"Hmmm so yeah. Oh yeah, Mas Jasman where's Ma'am?" Purbo switched the conversation.

"While out," answered the brief.

"Where's Ma'am?" ask Purbo again.

"What the hell is it?" Back to asking. His face looked irritated.

"I have an appointment to meet with him, Ma'am" Purbo replied.

"Oh yeah? Really true?" He stared at Purbo.

"Yes, but actually the promise to meet him tomorrow," Purbo scratched his head.

"If the deal is tomorrow then. Sorry excuse me first, there are customers coming," said Ajeng ketus. The rawon seller immediately turned around and met his other customers.

Among the many customers of rawon Mbak Ajeng, there is one person who is watching Purbo's movements from a distance. He is Japra, the 'crew' of Mbah Modo.

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