COBBY

Nem Seket

Mbah Modo's courtyard is full of seven flowers and flowers. The smell of incense burning also rippled through the air. An irregular footprint trail was left on the slightly wet red ground.

From inside the house came the sound of screaming and moaning. Purbo recognized the sound. He was sure the scream came from a figure claiming to be his wife. Purbo was stunned for a moment, his groaning voice sounding in pain.

Mak Nah stopped her steps right in the middle of the yard. He turned to Purbo who was still gripped by tall, large, and thick roof tiles. Highlight the eyes of Mak Nah look sharp, with a blackened eye basin.

"Take him off!" the command of Mak Nah on the roof tiles. Purbo was instantly freed from the clutches of those muscular hand hands.

"Listen, sir, the madam is struggling inside. Is it with that loaf, leaving it at a time like this?" tanya Mak Nah looked at Purbo.

"I have no obligations to him. He's not who I am" Purbo argued.

"But for Madam, njenengan is everything" said Mak Nah quickly. He looks angry.

"It's none of my business!" bentak Purbo's. His eyes were round and seemed to shake.

"really? No pity to hear the Madam in such pain? Is there not a little conscience to accompany her through labor? Madam needs njenengan," urged Mak Nah.

"What about my real family out there? Don't they need me now? Maybe even from yesterday, or don't be here for months. Who knows? You guys set me up in this place. I don't want to believe it anymore!" pekik Purbo is undaunted even though at this time, he is faced with a tile and citizens who stray sangar.

"The new agent arrived here a few days ago, no more than a week. That's the fact, I'm not lying. I don't know who it is, where it comes from, and we all don't care. I only ask for mercy from Njenengan at this time. Meet and accompany Madam," Mak Nah looks a little down.

The screams were heard again. Dini or the woman who claimed to be Dini was groaning in pain. Purbo who heard the scream, felt his heart tremble. The image of a calm, meek woman who accompanied him these few days.

Inner upheaval occurs. On one side Purbo remembers Jasman's message to not trust anyone in Ebuh village, including Mak Nah. But on the other hand, compassion in the corner of the heart asked him to look at the woman.

"If I accompany her, will the pain she is currently experiencing disappear?" purbo asked softly, doubtful.

"I'm not sure either, sir. What is clear is that Madam needs Njengan at this time. The birth of this baby is important for the safety of Madam, also for the village of Ebuh," replied Mak Nah.

"Am I allowed to leave this village after accompanying her to labor?" ask Purbo again.

"As for Sir. Genengan want to go please, stay here even monggo. Ebuh Village always accepts Njenengan with open arms," replied Mak Nah reassuringly.

Purbo sighed for a moment then nodded. Mak Nah immediately walked into the house, followed by Purbo who tailed behind him. While the roof tiles and residents did not budge, silent in the middle of the courtyard of the village leader's house.

The sound of screams and screams came from one of the rooms located next to the living room. Mak Nah rushed into the room and was followed by Purbo.

In the room lay a long-haired and tangled figure while groaning in pain. His body was extremely thin, like a bone wrapped in fleshless skin. The hollows of his eyes were so deep, with cheekbones protruding taper. There was a female figure with a large bun next to the bed. Fat old woman with striated clothes that look shabby.

"How's Mbok Yem?" tanya Mak Nah riled up.

"Difficult. I'm not sure" said the fat woman named Mbok Yem.

"Mrs strengthen yourself. Look Mr. Purbo came to accompany you," said Mak Nah on the sidelines of the voice of Dini's cry.

Dini who heard the words of Mak Nah immediately fell silent. He directed his eyes to the door. The man she liked looked at her with glassy eyes.

"Actually I don't want to be seen in this state Mas," said Dini sobbing. A roll of tear began to wet his cheek which remained bone only. Her beauty that yesterday was seen in Purbo's eyes, has now disappeared.

Purbo stepped closer. No more doubts. His heart was too soft, his pity made him unable to stem the tears. He sat on the bed next to where Dini was weak.

"I know everything, you are not Dini" whispered Purbo. The woman in front of the Purbo was crying even louder.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Mas" the woman sobbed. His big stomach seemed to shake.

"I'll accompany you. Take my hand, and strengthen yourself. We go through this together, but then we have to start over again. You owe me an explanation. There can be no more lies" Purbo said as he grabbed the thin-nosed woman's hands. Hands that always feel cold and frozen.

Still with tears streaming down, and the sound of gasping breath, the woman before Purbo nodded slowly. Mbok Yem closed his eyes, while holding the large belly that kept shaking it. Mbok Yem looks kamat kamit read the spell. Mak Nah was silent at the doorway of the room. And once again there was a scream, this time longer than before.

In the settlement of Ebuh village, residents came out of their homes carrying reddish-flaming torches. They lined up neatly, walking towards the village chief's house. The fog gets thicker in the village, the air gets colder after the evening which takes the place of noon.

The women of the village of Ebuh wear dark striated clothes with large-coupled hair. They look compact and uniformed. Only Ajeng the rawon seller is not seen participating in the group.

Seven-figured flowers were sown along the way. Yellow rice is also spread. Fragments of tiles lay in every corner of the house of the villagers of Ebuh. On top of the fragment of the tile looks white smoke weathered the dent, the result of burning incense as big as a thumb. The smell of the sky combined with the fragrance of flowers, also the fragrance of pandan leaves. Tonight the village of Ebuh is really partying. A celebration welcomes the new birth that is awaited by all citizens.

Just as the turn of day and night came, the time called 'Surup' arrived, there was the sound of baby cries blaring from the village chief's house. The sky looks redder than usual.

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