COBBY

A Seket Papat

Mak Nah room is not much different from the main room owned by Purbo. There was a bed at the end of the room with a shabby white bed sheet. Large wooden cabinets leaning in the corner of the room, appear several nests of profit and dust that accumulate.

Purbo's eyes were fixed on the middle of the room. There was a wooden table with a mat from Pandan. The distinctive aroma of the mat was seething in the room without ventilation.

On the table there was a wide tray made of zinc. There are some neatly arranged objects on the tray. Fractional tile with half-burned incense. Strews of colorful flowers are also scattered there.

Some flowers with white color that dominates. Some stalks of pale white roses, cantile blossoms that are still buds have not bloomed, also jasmine flowers with a fragrant aroma mixed with the aroma of pandan mats that sting.

There was another small object that caught Purbo's attention. It's next to a broken tile. A cup of clay with black liquid inside. Purbo walked over, and dipped his right index finger into the cup.

The sticky wet sensation like oil made Purbo a little disgusted. The dim lighting of the lamp makes Purbo difficult to ensure the color of the liquid he touches. But from the sticky taste and smell that rancid Purbo can guess the liquid is blood.

Purbo rubbed his index finger on the color pants he was wearing. Now he walked closer to the wooden cabinet in the corner of the room. The closet is unlocked. Roughly Purbo opened the closet.

In the closet, there are only a few sheets of clothes with the same model. The motif of dark colored flowers seems to be a favorite of Mak Nah. Purbo also found a wooden box that seemed to be a place to store valuable objects. Maybe jewelry or gold is stacked in it.

Slowly Purbo opened the wooden box. It turns out that Purbo's guess was wrong. Not the precious things he found. But a roll of white cloth with patches of tanned soil.

The cloth roll opened by Purbo. There were a few small pieces of white cloth that looked like a rope. The fragrance of the fragrant flowers also smelled from the shabby sheet sheets.

"Corpse wrapping cloth? Is it the shroud?" murmured Purbo alone. Cold sweat ran down his temple which felt pulsating. Fear began to spread from the bottom of the heart and spread, making Purbo's body even weaker as if losing energy.

Under the cloth roll was one sheet of dark brown colored paper. Purbo opened it in a hurry. Like a letter, but with Javanese script written in black ink that slightly faded.

Purbo difficulty reading the Javanese script. There were only a few characters he recognized. Purbo noticed some characters written at the end of the paragraph.

"Ma ga ba. .this ba," Purbo said while thinking.

"Pa dha ja ya's. Yes with what this is a small one, wulu. Means Yi reads," Purbo tries to spell.

"Ba again hold this what yes this is. Shit," Purbo grumbled to himself.

"Oohhh, this is Ja," Purbo screeched after a moment of recall.

"This is sandhangan pedicab. It means Ng is dead. Jang. Ba Yi Ba Jang's. Bajang Baby? What's that supposed?" Purbo scrunched his forehead. Not understanding the readable sentence. Or maybe he read it wrong. In Purbo's heart also felt astonished, how could he recognize the Javanese script even though it was only a little?

In anxiety, in the end Purbo gave up interpreting and guessing the Java script written on the piece of paper. He put the paper back and the cloth roll into the box, then put it in the closet, in its original place.

As powerful as energy, Purbo threw the gandhen in his hand at the door. A thudding sound echoed within the house. Purbo continuously smashed the big hammer mercilessly. Until finally the door was broken.

Purbo just threw the gandhen in his hand. He set his breath. A sweat washed down his fielded back.

The secret room is now open. Nothing is seen in it. There is only a deep darkness. Purbo's sense of smell captures the smell of moss and mud. He sniffed the ending, and felt familiar with the scent.

Slowly Purbo set his foot in the darkness. Both of his eyes blinked, trying to find that speck of light in the room without ventilation.

After a while, Purbo's sense of sight finally got used to the darkness. The room is empty. There's no furniture. There was only a cardboard box in the middle of the room. A slightly dented box on the side.

Purbo took the box and took it out. In the living room lighting, it can be clearly seen the box is the same as the box that Purbo saw in his dream while asleep in the time of the surup.

Purbo is no stranger to the smell of mud from the box. The smell of mud is the same as the smell of swamp in Purbo's dream. Although Purbo could guess the contents of the box, he was still curious to open it.

Sure enough, after the box opens the contents are exactly the same as those in the dream. A sheet of congratulatory paper for the upcoming wedding, along with a photo of Purbo and a beautiful woman and a wedding dress.

In addition to the object, it turns out that at the bottom of the box there are other objects that trigger the curiosity of Purbo. An open pink KIA, with a neatly written identity on the bottom of Sekar Dyah Lestari.

Purbo opened the KIA book. There are some writings that are read. There is a record of routine content checks, and the gestational age has reached 8 months. There are also USG results that say the baby is in the womb, male gender.

In the biodata section it only says Ms. Sekar Dyah Lestari, without a male or husband name. The age of Sekar 24 years, comes from the village of W District G. Not from the village of Ebuh.

"Who's Sekar? Why does this pregnancy book mix with the wedding dress? And this photo?" Purbo is getting confused.

"Or don't you stay with me all this time, I thought my wife, it wasn't Dini? Could he be?" murmured Purbo with trembling hands. He was afraid that his behavior was right.

"If it's not wrong, Jasman said that I'm different because I'm alive. That means all the residents of Ebuh Village are not living beings? Not human?" Purbo slammed the pink book in his hand.

"I must leave this village immediately. Fuck shit shit! What kind of place is this?" peeking Purbo with a raucous voice held back the cry.

Purbo felt he had been lied to, framed and misled. Purbo still doesn't remember anything about him. Therefore he felt that he had to leave immediately away from the village of Ebuh in order to recall all the things he had forgotten.

Purbo ran into the room, snatching the keys to the car hanging on the dresser.

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