COBBY

Nem

"Mbah Modo and Mak Nah actually want to take care of you. They didn't mean to force you to stay in this village. They only need you to take care of the baby Bajang in the womb. But you are bod*h and careless! You even drink sajen coffee belonging to the village of Ebuh," said Japra with his eyes round and glaring.

"I didn't ask for it, Ceking gave me the coffee" Purbo argued.

"Yes and you think Ceking is a citizen who cares about you? Think Jasman's cabal wants to help you? In fact they are the ones who intend to make you a villager here," Japra smiled cynically.

"Now you're coming with us!" Japra ordered the citizens standing behind him to capture Purbo.

"Sek wait a minute kroco kroco do not know upload upload!" Mbah Kusworo snapped arrived. Some residents are backing down.

"What's up Mbah? We have no business with Njenengan! We don't need to be jerking off each other. This man is now ours!" Japra glared undaunted.

"He is my descendant. To take him, and punish him, that means to smear my face!" mbah Kusworo answered as he lifted the piece of his head and placed it on his neck, where it should be.

"Bah, Genengan do not defend the wrong. Every place has its own rules. When Njenengan stepped on the land of the village of Ebuh, it means that Njenengan must obey the rules of the village" said Japra.

"No need to teach me Kroco! I know about the rules. How old do you think I am? Just so you know, I'll break any rules for my family!" abah Kusworo.

"Then all the inhabitants of this village are enemies of Njenengan Mbah. Don't expect all of you to get out of here safely!" Japra was undaunted, circulating his sharp gaze at the three people in front of him.

"Ha ha ha, you think that one village of yours can beat me? Come on, I'll crush you all at once!" Mbah Kusworo laughed.

The night air turned warm. The fog that previously still shimmered around now disappeared. The moon looks perfectly round, redder than usual.

The villagers of Ebuh seem to be retreating away. Japra which initially looks fierce and sangar now unconsciously also moves away. Japra finally realized the figure before him was not an opponent he could afford to face.

"Why retreat? Kakehan gludug ra ono. Ojo kakehan cage, prove it by action. Come forward! And look who's gonna burn!" Mbah Kusworo glared with eyes that looked bright red.

"Where is this?" whisper some residents behind Japra. The face that had originally looked scary now turned around. Under the reddish glow of the torch, the pale and frightened look was clearly drawn.

"If this powerful Genengan should know and understand that the rules of a region must be obeyed. Does Genengan want to damage the existing order?" japra protested with his trembling voice.

"I just want my children not to be disturbed. I wouldn't have nudged if you hadn't started first!" Mbah Kusworo pointed at the frightened face in front of him.

"Please stop!" a voice sounded from the village.

The night air was frozen again. The wisps of fog shimmered back in the air. The village chief had arrived at the place where the tempest had occurred. Footsteps accompanied by the sound of wooden sticks stomping the ground resounded in the middle of the night darkness.

"Include me, I am the head of the village of Ebuh. My name is Modo" said Mbah Modo staring intently at Mbah Kusworo. They faced each other at a distance of no more than 5 meters. While Purbo hid behind Mbah Yon who seemed to smile casually.

"Oohhh, queen ne has finally appeared," Mbah Kusworo smiled mockingly.

"Pardon my citizens who may be disrespectful to Njengan," Mbah Modo said calmly.

"Change nuwun sewu, this foreign wong wong that started first. We must enforce the rules that have existed for a long time. Do not let them step on the pride of the village of Ebuh," said Japra fire.

"Shut up!" mbah Modo. Japra instantly fell silent and retreated from before the village chief.

"I'm just here to pick up my stray offspring, cowboy. There is nothing to argue about, nothing to dispute. Let me bring my great-granddaughter here, and let's just say I never came here" Mbah Kusworo once again said.

"I believe Njenengan already know if the descendants of Genengan himself who want to forget about who he is. We just give him a place, do his art and take care of him to achieve the happiness he might have hoped for" Mbah Modo replied.

"That's how humans are of immature age. His mind is unstable, easily influenced. Maybe it's one of your villagers who's trying to influence him. But most importantly at this moment, this snot boy wanted to go home to his mother. His elderly mother was waiting for his arrival," Mbah Kusworo glanced at Purbo next to him.

"We don't care if Nak Purbo chooses to go home. But unfortunately, he had drunk the village's sajen coffee. According to the rules that have existed since long ago, Nak Purbo is now a resident of the village of Ebuh. Being a part of us," Mbah Modo began to put emphasis on his sentence.

"That's because I don't understand Mbah. Ceking, the citizens of Njenengan who forced me," interrupted Purbo.

"Are you really forced, son? Isn't it because your curiosity is excessive?" tanya Mbah Modo glared towards Purbo.

Purbo gulps. The question from the village chief Ebuh made him not wince.

"One more time I say, I just want to bring my great-grandson home. If you want to obstruct my goal, I think that you as the leader of the village, would be more knowledgeable to guess what will happen next!" Mbah Kusworo clenched his hands together. And the night air magically turns warm again, instead tending to be hot.

"Every place has its rules. Mawa village way mawa tata state. And every rule must be upheld," Mbah Modo stomped his wooden stick to the ground.

"Sopo siro sopo ingsun. Teach me about rules. Our nation can always bend the rules with deception. Dandhang diunekake kunt*l, k*ntul dunekake dandhang. Bad things are said to be good and good is said to be bad" Mbah Kusworo snapped. His voice loudly boomed.

As well as the wind blowing strong, bringing hot and cold air alternately. Leaves from acacia trees fly. Even the crackling sound of clashing branches was loud. The sound of crow wings flapping flying away also echoed in the air.

Japra and the villagers were panicked. The pale face was increasingly frightening. The torch that they had been holding and carrying had been extinguished was blown by the baby. While Purbo held tightly on the shoulders of Mbah Yon who still looked calm.

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