COBBY

Pitu Tepelung

Dusk came, bringing back the thick fog that had disappeared this afternoon. The cold weather became the right pair for the dark atmosphere towards the night. Purbo sat on the porch of the house, wearing a thick jacket and a sheet of sarong wrapped around his neck.

Mak Nah walked over. His face looks unfriendly. The more days of Purbo's dislike of his aides are getting bigger.

"Master all day has not touched the food at home. I have prepared everything. You must remember, the main task of the njengan is to take care of the wife and children in the womb. If the genengan like this continues to fall ill, all will be bothered," said Mak Nah, starting his lecture.

"I've eaten Mak" said Purbo briefly.

"When? Where's?" tanya Mak Nah grumbled.

"I was at the bawonnya maak Ajeng," Purbo took a breath, trying to be patient.

"If njenengan want rawon just talk Tuan. I'll make. No need to spend more money to buy this that is not important," Mak Nah continues to grumble. Purbo's ears are starting to get hot.

"Mom, don't talk to me. Isn't it your job to prepare food? Whether eaten or not, there is no need to be a burden on your mind," Purbo slightly raised his tone.

"This family financial case should also not be . .," Purbo was silent, not continuing his sentence. He just realized, for days there was nothing he was doing. Where did he get the money?

Purbo immediately stood up from his seat. He stepped inside the house, leaving Mak Nah who was still standing on the front porch. Purbo went into the room and immediately opened the wardrobe located in the corner of the room.

"What's up, Mom?" ask Dini while combing her long hair. He was sitting on his bed.

There's no answer. Purbo was silent. He was busy moving some of his clothes in the closet. After a while, the thing that was looking for met. A shabby wallet patterned batik scented in his hand.

In a hurry, Purbo took out the contents of the wallet. The sheets of the thousand-fiber red money sheet appear stacked in front of Dini.

"What the hell is it?" Repeating the question.

"Explain to me, Din. Where did we get this money? In the days I stayed home, there was nothing I could do. I'm not productive at all. How could we possibly have this much money?" purbo asked for an explanation.

"Sit Mas. Calm yourself," Early sighed, patting the bed next to him. He asked Purbo to sit down.

"I still forget almost everything in my life. The more I tried to find out and remember, everything even felt strange Din," Purbo sat next to Dini, holding his head which suddenly felt pulsating.

"This money is from the sale of some of your paintings. You are a painter" Dini explained.

"Who's buyer? Villagers here?" ask Purbo again.

"No. There's a city of Mas. A painting collector. You have prepared everything for the birth of our first child, including material things. Over the course of a few weeks you painted a number of paintings that were all directly displayed by collectors. That's why we have enough money," Dini placed her cold palm on Purbo's cheek.

"In addition to how many times I have told you, you do not need to try to remember the past. Forgetting is a gift. Many hope to forget their past but cannot" Dini continued with a smile.

"Forgotment has become our nature. But that doesn't mean forgetting about everything. It's too weird and painful for me. Truly I feel tormented" said Purbo with a look of contemptuous eyes.

Purbo brought his face closer, then kissed Dini's forehead. Body temperature is really cold. And Purbo is still not used to it. Purbo put the money that was scattered on the mattress back into the wallet.

"Is this money enough to prepare for the birth of our son Yang?" purbo asked after keeping the wallet in the closet.

"Entahlah Mas's. We have a lot to prepare. Baby equipment, also some events that certainly can drain the bag deep enough," replied Dini doubtful.

"What way?" ask Purbo not understand.

"I don't understand it anyway. Well, you know better. I think the target, the fist and others are just a lot," Dini shrugged both shoulders.

"Oohh so," Purbo mangosteen mangosteen.

"I want to sit outside. Who knows, I might get inspiration to paint. It's good to make additional income," Purbo said later. Dini nods to mengayakan.

"Eh but don't sleep. Don't you later daydream of continuing to fall asleep, "sign Dini as Purbo steps out of the room.

"Huh? Why did you fall asleep?" Purbo scrunched his forehead.

"It's the time of day-to-night. Called surup. Time that is not allowed to sleep," replied Dini gave an explanation.

"That's a lot of rules yes, wonder," Purbo rattled his head.

"This is really Mas," said Dini annoyed.

"Yes yaa. Okay. I'm not sleepy anyway. Now look at my eyes, round clear and no sign of any sign of crashing," Purbo glared towards Dini. Showing her round and clear eyeballs. Dini chuckles made.

Purbo walked into the living room. The front door was already closed. The cold air that had made Purbo shiver is now not too pronounced. But Purbo also refused to take off the glove cloth that was coiled around his neck. More comfortable that way.

Purbo dropped his body on a wooden chair close to the living room table. Purbo looked up at the sky and admired his work this afternoon. The ceiling of the house looks shiny clean without any profit nests hanging disturbing the eye view.

Purbo's right hand pulled the desk drawer and took an old photograph of a woman with a blurry face. Purbo lifted the photo. Under the spotlight of the living room lamp, Purbo realized the female stature in the photo was very familiar to him.

A long haired woman in a horse. His neck looks level, with a posture that is not too thin, not also fat. Not wrong again, the woman in the photo is very similar to Ajeng the rawon seller.

"Well, I feel like I've seen Ajeng. The woman in this photo is very similar to him. How could? Why is Ajeng's photo buried in the courtyard of this house?" Purbo scratched his head. His brain feels stuck unable to think.

In the midst of his chaotic thoughts, drowsiness arrived. Tempting Purbo to close his eyes. Daydreaming and thinking excessively actually makes Purbo's brain feel tired. Moreover, there is no coffee that gives caffeine so that the eyes can be awake.

Purbo evaporates wide. The drowsiness becomes more and more unable to be held back. He leaned his head, feeling comfortable. Although the Early message not to sleep in the time of 'surup' continues to ring in Purbo's ears, but the eyelids are already difficult to open.

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