COBBY

Pitu Tail

Clean white wall paint. Glossy ceramic floor with carbolic aroma which is quite fragrant. A round wall clock is attached above the door, producing a distinctive ticking sound. The infusion hose drips slowly with a clear liquid that leaves a quarter of the passage.

The old woman was sitting on an iron chair facing the bed with a light blue bed sheet. His hands were busy knitting wool yarn. With a glare, occasionally looking at his son who was still lying unconscious. Bandages are attached to some parts of the boy's body just wayangnya it.

Ms. Sudarsih, still looks beautiful even though her hair has turned white. Her skin is pure white hide wrinkles wrinkles aging. Round glasses were attached to the base of her tiny nose. Sometimes he coughed. Dry cough that sounds excruciating.

"Nggerr, I'm cured. Cepet. Don't you feel sorry for Mom?" murmured Bu Sudarsih with glassy eyes.

Bu Sudarsih's son had a motorcycle accident on the edge of the lake in the next town since a few days ago. With multiple injuries to his body and head, his condition was in a coma. The team of doctors continues to monitor and provide the best service, even though the chances of survival are no more than 60 percent.

All prayers and hopes are offered by Ms. Sudarsih in one third of the night every day. No parent wants their child to be hurt. Even if you can ask, Ms. Sudarsih is ready to replace the condition of her child. Let the parents who bear the wounds, the footsteps of children are still long, the future is still wide. That's how it was in the mind of Mrs Sudarsih these days.

There was a sound of the door being knocked from the outside, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the seat of Bu Sudarsih. A nurse with a name tag that read Diana, smilingly looked at the old woman who was still busy knitting it.

"What's wrong, Mommy?" asked Ms. Sunarsih. As he remembered he did not call and needed the help of the nurse at this time.

"There are those who are looking for a mother" replied nurse Diana calmly.

"Who?" Bu Sudarsih frowned.

"Say, they're friends of Ibuk's children. They were waiting outside," nurse Diana glimpsed at Bu Sudarsih's child who was still helplessly drooping.

Ms. Sudarsih squinted her eyes. Curiosity began to appear in his mind. Who the fuck? As far as Bu Sudarsih was concerned, his son did not have too many friends. The boy was quite reclusive and too picky in getting along. All of his friends visited yesterday.

Filled with curiosity, Ms. Sudarsih walked slowly accompanied by nurse Diana. Ms. Sudarsih opened the door, and then it appeared that 5 teenagers were sitting on a long bench in front of the room. The face of a strange face, Ms. Sudarsih felt that she had never met all her guests.

"Who?" ask Mrs Sudarsih. The wrinkles on his forehead were getting more and more obvious.

The five teenagers immediately stood up, greeted Sudarsih and introduced themselves. They are Hasan, Asropi, Nita, Yolla and Laila. Gang club nature lovers who just returned from exploring activities.

"Then excuse me first," nurse Diana interrupted, smiling at Ms. Sudarsih.

After the death of the nurse Diana, Sudarsih could only look at one by one the faces of his guests. He sure has never met them all. Maybe Ms. Sudarsih is getting old, but she is not senile. Moreover, it is somewhat impossible for his son to be friends with students who are under his age.

"Maybe the mother was confused and foreign to see us" said Hasan realized the astonished face of Bu Sudarsih.

"We have never met the njenengan before" continued Hasan.

"Ohh, is that it? Where do you know my son?" ask Mrs Sudarsih.

"Certainly? What are you here for?" Bu Sudarsih began to feel wasted time for futile things. Responding to the strange young men who came out of nowhere.

"This may sound strange, ma'am. But I feel like I have to tell this to my mom. I met with Mas Purbo yesterday morning" Hasan said convincingly.

Ma Sudarsih sighed. He stared hard at Hasan. Those tanned eyeballs look vibrating. There is no visible lie.

While Hasan felt a little horror was stared at by the old woman with a piercing gaze. Mrs Sudarsih looks intimidating.

"Try to explain the details," said Bu Sudarsih after a moment of pensive staring at Hasan.

Hasan immediately recounted the beginning of his meeting with Purbo. Purbo condition that looks healthy and happy. As well as the spooky sightings he witnessed inside the room. All was told by Hasan with heart and detail.

"I saw the news quite surprised Ma'am. Mas Purbo is getting married. Though fitting to meet me at that place, he said that his wife was pregnant old," concluded Hasan concluded the story. Ms. Sudarsih remained silent. His forehead looked increasingly wrinkled.

"But I'm sure Ma'am, that the Mas Purbo I met in the house was a mother's son. The same person, I swear. I am not wrong, nor am I lying. I was sure when I saw Mas Purbo's face in the online news," Hasan tried to convince Sudarsih. Even though the thing he said felt there and did not make sense.

"I believe it. My son was in a motorcycle accident a few days before his wedding. The scent of the bride-to-be was fragrant, favored by 'them'. That's why every bride should be cut. I was reckless, allowing her to take the wedding dress alone. I am angry at myself. As parents can not keep and do the pakem that has been there for a long time," Ms. Sudarsih appeared to shed tears.

"We don't even know what to do, Mom. Delivering this to the njenengan, that was the only thing we could do for Mas Purbo," Hasan also dissolved in sadness and guilt.

"Where exactly did you meet my son?" asked Bu Sudarsih back with his sharp piercing gaze. Hasan gulped, a little groggy.

"Eee, under the bead hill of Ma'am," Hasan replied slightly stuttering.

"In the village of K the southern end of this district Bu," continued Asrofi complete.

"Thank you. And rest assured what has been said to me is very meaningful," Ms. Sudarsih slightly bowed her body.

"We can only pray that Mas Purbo will recover soon" said Asrofi bowed.

After that, the 5 friends said goodbye. They really sincerely pray for Purbo's healing. Especially Hasan, he felt attached to the figure of Purbo he met in the middle of nowhere. He was eager to help Purbo, but for now this was all he could do.

After the departure of the 5 students, Sudarsih immediately took a mobile phone in his sweater pocket. He seems to be calling someone.

"Halloo Lik's. Please tell Mbah Yon. Some claimed to have just met Purbo at the foot of a manic bead hill," said Bu Sudarsih Lirih. His hands were tightly clenched. A glimmer of hope for his son's recovery blossomed today.

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