COBBY

A Limo

In haste Purbo snatched the car keys hanging on the dressing table in the room. The sound of a party with the sound of a gong that had echoed earlier was now no longer heard. Maybe the wednesday wage manahil celebration that was once called Jasman was finished.

Purbo out of the house and immediately greeted by a dense fog that smells pandan. Fragrant aroma that often Purbo inhale but can always make the hair stand up. Purbo jumped into the slightly wet and muddy yard of the house. Although still somewhat staggering Purbo forced his legs to run.

Purbo escape turned out to be not smooth. When his footsteps reached the end of the courtyard of the house, there were villagers standing lined up in thick fog. All were wearing black-colored clothes, with sharp gazes without a smile.

Mama stood at the front row. His face looked cruel. There was no longer the friendly smile, nor the soothing expression he usually displayed before Purbo.

Large bun hair, with a dark black color. Also a brown jarit batik makes Mak Nah look dashing and intimidating.

Residents who stand behind Mak Nah are no less creepy. Blackened eye circles and hollows with an expressionless face. They all stood up straight with blank looks. Purbo had a hard time guessing how many citizens were standing before him. Probably about two dozen people.

Purbo gulped, soaking his throat which felt dry and barren. Frightened and confused, he could only stand still in the courtyard of the house covered in mist. There are many questions in Purbo's mind. Since when do people gather in front of their homes? Has his intention to escape from this misty village been discovered?

Purbo forgets what Jasman's fate is. Could it be that Jasman was captured by the citizens and already punished like Ceking? Purbo is busy thinking about his own safety until he forgets Jasman.

"Gentleman where are you going?" ask Mak Nah. His voice sounded calm but piercing.

"A I'm going. Please don't get in the way. I already know, I'm not a citizen here," Purbo stuttered, yet still tried to remain calm.

"Are we wrong with you, sir? Isn't living here so peaceful? Madam really loves Mister," said Mak Nah. The occasional mist moved slowly before him, covering up the expression of an angry and disappointed face.

"But she's not my wife. Out there must be a family waiting for me to come home, "attribute Purbo raised his tone.

"How could you conclude like that? Didn't you yourself say the same Madam, the House is not a physical building but a heart building. The madam would be devastated if her njengan, her heart building just left!" Mak Nah sighed.

"Then what about me, Mom? You guys conspired to trick me. This is not my life, Mom. The happiness created over lies will only bring about the end of misery," Purbo increasingly dares to debate Mak Nah. The faces of the residents behind Mak Nah look dislike, with a threatening look.

"Are you sure that life out there will be better and more beautiful than in the village of Ebuh? Are you sure there is a family that will welcome you with joy and love just like the Lady?" tanya Mak Nah grinned.

"The one here is not my here. My true early is out there, and she must be waiting for me to come home" Purbo answered with confidence.

"But for now, I can't let you go. Madam needs njenengan is beside her," Mak Nah sergeant. He turned his head and nodded at the group of citizens standing at the back. A nod that immediately made residents move around Purbo who looked alert.

"Why don't you let me go? What's the point of holding me here?" bentak Purbo's.

"Don't misunderstand, sir. We have no business with the. It's just that the madam needs a fist. Madam is currently in labor," said Mak Nah really.

"Are you going to let me go after labor is over?" ask Purbo.

"It's up to the genengan. Don't judge us to be evil, we've never hurt our njengan all this time. For this time only, accompany Madam and please help us. This baby is very important for the village of Ebuh," replied Mak Nah.

"Baby Fajang?" purbo hesitated. Mak Nah at a glance looks glared, when Purbo said the sentence.

"I'm just guessing Mak. So please explain it to me!" Purbo glares.

"There's no time for that. Now come with us to Mbah Modo's place," sergeant Mak Nah exasperated.

"If I don't want to?" sahut Purbo's.

The people who surrounded Purbo immediately moved closer to Purbo. Two thick-bodied men gripped Purbo's shoulder.

"Auuww," Purbo complain, pain.

"We were forced to take you in a rude manner, sir" Mak Nah nodded then turned around and walked ahead to the settlement of Ebuh village.

Everyone followed, walking tailed behind Mak Nah. Purbo was helpless, gripped and locked by his neck by the roof tiles of Mak Mah's men. Purbo was forced to step foot along with the villagers who were dressed all in black.

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While on a rural road, a shiny black car seems to be driving slowly. Sayup sayup heard the voice of adzan maghrib. Dusk arrives with the sky mega with a reddish light on the western horizon.

The car was driven by a baby boy in a blue dongker uniform. In the next chair there is a beautiful long-haired woman with a thick enough make up. But the bright makeup was still unable to hide the look of her eyes full of sadness.

In the back seat sat two men. One man named Lik Kani and another white-haired grandfather who was eating sweet martabak named Mbah Yon.

"Lik, Mas Purbo will be healthy again right?" ask the woman sitting in the seat next to the wheel.

"Yes Nduk Dini," replied Lik Kani briefly.

The woman in the front seat is Dini. A beautiful girl, socialite son of a conglomerate in the city of T. After college she opened a cosmetics business that is quite popular in the city area. When his life feels perfect, flawless, has a handsome husband candidate in fact the test of life comes to him. The future husband, Purbo Kusworo had to woe a few days before his happy day.

"The soul or tribe of your future husband is Kobeng Nduk," said Mbah Yon casually.

"Kobeng?" Early frown.

"Missed or misled. The aroma of the bride-to-be is fragrant, fragrant, so 'they' like it," replied Mbah Yon.

Just be quiet doesn't say. There was doubt in his heart. In the modern era, it is difficult for Dini to accept such unreasonable opinions or inputs.

"You can doubt me Nduk. But later, we see the results," Mbah Yon chuckled, as if he could guess what the heart of the rich woman was.

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Forgive me who was hampered by the Bab update because it was catching a cold. duh duh duh