COBBY

Tenth Songo

The night the cold air bit. In his sleep, Purbo is powerless to withstand the freezing temperatures that are really piercing. It may be past midnight, the air temperature is constantly falling.

In his sleep, Purbo hugged his knees tightly. His body shivered flexed. His teeth sounded clashing. At that time, felt a warm cloth covering the entire body.

Looks like Dini fixed the blanket on Purbo's body. A gentle hug accompanied by a roar of breath that inexplicably sounded rough blew through the open nape of Purbo. The smell of the carnation, accompanied by the cold air that was completely frozen, made Purbo's fine fur stand up.

Purbo refused to open his eyes. Sleeping in a blanket was too comfortable for her. The atmosphere was completely calm and silent for a few minutes after Purbo's body was covered in a blanket. However, Purbo suddenly felt Dini who was lying next to him moving away from the bed. Where's that wife going? To the bathroom? But wasn't it from yesterday that Dini couldn't move her body out of bed. Even to urinate must be helped by Mak Nah.

There were footsteps slowly being dragged, there was almost no sound. Half-asleep Purbo's ears could still catch the sound of strange footprints. It sounded irregular, as if one foot was stepping on the floor, while the next leg was being dragged away.

With a slight force, Purbo opened his eyes slowly. Although opaque Purbo can see the figure of his wife walking towards the door of the room. His back which was field-covered was long decomposed black hair. A shabby tanned white pajama with a mud-like scar on the end of his arm. It was strange, even though the time of sleep earlier, as you remember Purbo Dini wearing clean white pajamas.

Even more strangely, Dini was seen walking staggered seok. Clearly visible, the left foot of Early dragged. His wife walked limp. Half-sleep, Purbo's mind asks, what really happened? What's with the left foot?

Curiosity makes Purbo decide to wake up from his sleep. The head felt heavy, Purbo took a breath for a moment and sat leaning against the wall of the room. Cold air seduced him to get back into the blanket.

Purbo yawned wide, and wriggled stretching his body. He looked at the bed Early. Look shabby, former Dini lying down. And there was something left on top of that white bed sheet. A roll of hair with a hand grip lay there, giving rise to the smell of carnation and musty that wafted in the air.

Purbo uncovers a blanket that covers half of the lower body. She snatched the holster on the front seat of the dresser. Draped around his neck then tiptoed out of the room.

The atmosphere was quiet and welcoming. The living room is pitch dark without lighting. Purbo stood in the doorway of the room. Once in his mind to go back into the room, then sayup sayup heard the sound of people talking from the kitchen.

Slowly, Purbo settled into the kitchen. Passing through a work space that looks empty. Dusty figura figura with hanging spider nests are left attached to the dull paint wall. Purbo continued to move his legs, even though the nape had grown, with great goosebumps.

Arriving at the dining room Purbo stopped his steps. From behind the door he eavesdropped on the conversation of two women in the kitchen. From the sound that was heard, clearly Dini and Mak Nah were talking seriously.

"Lusa wednesday wage. Time to gather, Madam," said Mak Nah. His voice sounded more hoarse than usual.

"What about Mas Purbo Mak?" ask Dini. Unlike Mak Nah, Dini's voice even sounded smaller shrill.

"Tomorrow does not make special parem. Anyway your husband was obedient, manut, drink well," replied Mak Nah reassuringly.

"Emm increasingly the day Mas Purbo more and more asked Mak," complained Dini later.

"How did Mak go?" dini sounded panicked.

"It's not how Madam is. Anyway, madam, just calm down. All are guaranteed to be the same Mbah Modo. Madam must be happy in this Ebuh village," Mak Nah calms down.

"Tenik Madam, the husband of the njenengan also will not be able to go where," said Mak Nah once again.

Purbo was very surprised to hear that midnight chat. Although there are still many things that he does not understand the meaning, but what is clear is that now Purbo knows that Dini and Mak Nah are plotting.

Slowly Purbo took a few steps back. The Early Conversation and Well is over. His wife could have gone back to the bedroom. Unfortunately, due to lack of heart, Purbo's heels tripped the legs of the dining room table. It produces a creaking sound that breaks the silence of the night.

Without thinking long Purbo immediately turned his body and ran while on his tiptoes so that no sound was created from his footsteps. He went back into the room and pura pura slept in the blanket.

Purbo tried to close his eyes. But because it just ran from the dining room to the bedroom, the sweat globules are difficult to be prevented from coming out through the pores of the skin. The sweat eventually remained dripping on Purbo's forehead even though the air temperature was freezing.

Seconds change, minutes pass. There was no sign of his wife returning to the room. Purbo is still trying to regulate his breath that ngosan. Sometimes he rubbed the sweat on his forehead.

We heard footsteps approaching the room. Purbo immediately closed his eyes, pura pura sleeping. A breeze blew, as the door of the room opened. Purbo kept his eyes closed, to convince anyone in the doorway of the room that he was really asleep.

The footsteps that were dragged back sounded. The next second, the bed seemed to sway a little. Someone's laying down his body next to Purbo.

Purbo continued to pretend to sleep, silent not budging. Purbo was sure, Dini did not know that he had just eavesdropped on the conversation. At this time, Purbo made a fatal mistake. She was still draping the holster around her neck, when it should have been lying in the front seat of the dresser. And actually Dini realized that.

While it was exactly 3 and a half hours, or so-called last third of the night, a motor light beam entered a spacious courtyard of the house. Asem trees grow in front of the house. Joglo style house, with walls of old teak wood that has been burned at the end.

A straight-bodied male figure came down from the motor. He was wearing an udheng or batik-patterned headband. Sometimes his mouth seemed wide open, yawning. Naturally, this clock is the time for closed eyes. But because of the request of Mbak Yu that could not be delayed this afternoon, he still left midnight to the house located in the middle of the remote hills.

The man walked towards the door of the house engraved with a large mountain image. Slowly he knocked on the door.

"Kulonuwun Mbah Yon."

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