COBBY

Limo

The dining room is located at the back. Purbo and Dini walked through the bedroom cubicle, then arrived at a room that was quite spacious with a dull white paint color. There was only a worn-out closet in the corner of the room. A few empty figurines were attached to his wall. The nest of profit seems to hang on the edge of the figura made of wood.

"Well, what room is this? How empty?" ask Purbo wobbly.

"Mas also don't remember what space this is?" Early ringing head.

"This is our workspace Mas," continued Dini sighed.

"Our work space?" Purbo halted his steps, circulating his gaze with an expression of disbelief. He still feels alien to the rest of the house. Although Dini has repeatedly assured that this is her home.

"What is our job?" once again Purbo asked.

Dini's face turned sad. His eyes showed sadness. His throat was choked, he cleared his throat for a moment. Then rested his head on the chest of Purbo's field. She hugged her husband.

"Our work is painting Mas. The cupboard in the corner of the room contained a brush, canvas, oil paint, and some painting equipment," Dini explained, still clutching Purbo. His voice sounded vibrating.

"I really don't remember" Purbo was still pensive.

"Don't get anything wrong with my brain's memory Yang" Purbo said. His face turned frightened.

"Relax Mas. As long as you remember me, there will be no problem. All we need is a feeling of belonging to each other. I'll make you remember everything. Most importantly, we can be the same. Even if there were no one in the world anymore, as long as I was with you it would be enough Mas," Dini grabbed onto Purbo's face, looking deeply into his brown eyes.

"Well right too. I don't have to fear anything, as long as I'm with you" Purbo said. A smile on his lips. Dini also smiled shyly to see her husband who was handsome and handsome.

Purbo and Dini again stepped foot, leaving the workspace that seemed unkempt. Dini pulled out the curtains at the end of the room and arrived in the dining room.

The dining room measures about 3 x 5 meters. With ancient chandeliers emitting a classic yellowish glow. In the middle of the room was a box-shaped dining table with 4 slightly worn rattan chairs. A saji hood lay neatly on the table. While in the corner of the room there are two shelves and tables made of metal, as well as one small cabinet of wood that is slightly moldy.

Purbo circulates the view, and observes. The dining room walls are also painted white. A large wall clock was installed on one side. The wall clock does not tick. Probably out of battery. At the end of the room was a black paint door. The door is different design with the front of the house, plain wood without carvings or decorations.

Dini dragged one of the chairs and sat in front of the dining table. Purbo watched his wife. There was a sense of pity in Purbo's mind. How a woman struggles to keep the fetus in her stomach. To sit comfortably also looks difficult.

"Well, baby, does your stomach still feel uncomfortable?" ask Purbo. He sat down next to Dini, then stroked his wife's stomach.

"Mmm, the grandpa seems to have calmed down Mas," Dini smiled looking at Purbo.

I heard the door open. Mak Nah walked into the dining room carrying a tray containing pieces of fruits. There are golden mangosteen and bananas that look fresh.

Mak Nah put the fruits on the table. Then he opened the hood. White smoke billowed on the dining table. The cuisine is still warm. The fragrant, delicious and tantalizing aroma greeted the nose of Purbo and Dini who already felt hungry.

"Please. Today I'm cooking Mr. Purbo's favorite meal. Savory rice, chicken lodho, anrap, and sambal pete. Do not forget the potato parchment," said Mak Nah with a smile.

Mak Nah moved to take two glasses and kendhi located on the shelf. Then put the glass in front of Purbo and Dini. Mak Nah poured the water in the kendhi. How surprised Purbo when he saw the water coming out of the kendhi is a deep blackish red.

"So, my wife told me the same story. Genenengan so strange today, forget the same house, forget the same me too. Well this is my own concoction sir. This red color comes from the blood of cemani chickens. Its function is to let nothing disturb his soul and mind" explained Mak Nah with a smile.

"Huh? The blood? So, I have to drink Mak's blood?" asked Purbo.

"Yes, it's herbal medicine" replied Dini.

"But right,"

"For Mas jamu, you can't pa pa," Dini's sergeant cuts off Purbo's speech. He convinces Purbo to drink it.

"Monggo, please drink," Mak Nah thrusting the 'jamu' water in the glass.

Purbo still hesitated. He looked at the red water. Then turn to look at Mak Nah, and the last one looks at Dini. His wife smiled and nodded convincingly.

Glekk

Purbo gulps. Although hesitant, he finally drank the red water that the herb said. At first it tasted a little bit bitter with a rancid aroma. But after the first sip, the taste turned rather sweet and savory.

"Where does it taste?" dini asked shortly after Purbo finished his drink.

"It was weird at first, but then it was like soup. Savory savory how it is," replied Purbo explained.

Dini and Mak Nah exchanged looks. Without Purbo realizing a smile on Dini's lips.

"I'll get you some rice, Mas" Dini said later.

"I can own Yangg. You just sit down, let me get you some rice," Purbo grabbed Dini's hand gently, asking her to stay seated. Deftly, Purbo took the rice for himself, as well as for his wife.

"You're a lot of maem. There is a grandpa in your stomach" Purbo advised his wife. Dini nodded slowly.

"Waahh Mister and Madam can always amaze me. Household life is always friendly and loving to each other. Even Rama and Sinta can be envious to see both njengan, "goda Mak Nah. He looks embarrassed.

"Sorry, Mak. I'm being thought. If you have a family, right?" tanya Purbo arrived.

"Have once, but failed. If now I focus on taking care of the njenengan family," said Mak Nah really really.

"Here you are, don't talk at the dinner table" Dini reminded.

Purbo smiled, then ate a dish that Mak Nah said was his favorite food. However, something stuck in the corner of Purbo's heart. Is savory rice really his favorite food? Purbo still feels worried and confused about his current life.

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