COBBY

Pitu Sewidak

The usually quiet night, now turned rowdy. The sound of the roar of the windstorm made the bead bead forest region feel gripping. From a distance it sounded like a long whistling sound. The settlement of villagers around the manik bead hill was affected. Mr. Kaji, Mr. Uceng, Mbah Bayan and other residents gathered at the RW hall to see how the trees in the middle of the forest swinging very strongly and occasionally sounding branches broken.

"Sir Kaji, guess what happened there?" Mbah Bayan looks panicked and curious.

"Eitherway. It could be a natural phenomenon. Currently it is indeed the transition of the season from rain to drought. So it is very likely that there is a storm. Storms can form due to differences in pressure and air stability. The meeting between hot and cold air that has different pressures triggers the up and down current up and down turbulence at high speed. Kira think that's what I read from my son's school book," said Pak Kaji sage. Mbah Bayan mangosteen mangosteen, although in fact in his heart he felt less understanding with the intention of the words of Mr. Kaji.

"Lak yo is dangerous if the wind is here. It looks like a tuntir muntar tuh," Mr. Uceng directed the flashlight highlight to the hilly region.

"Let's sit at the RW hall. We pray together, to ask for safety," replied Pak Kaji calming.

"Come, called the mat yok. We pray together," Mbah Bayan ordered the residents who were partly silent to see the excitement in the forest.

"Which led the prayer Njenengan Mbah?" knock one of the citizens.

"Don't joke about you. It's this crucial moment" Mbah Bayan sewot.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the forest two powers were pitted. For a while, nothing seemed to retreat or falter. Both Mbah Modo and Mbah Kusworo still remain firmly in place standing. They just look at each other, but the forest is boisterous and noiseless storm. They are trying to measure each other's abilities.

Purbo clung tightly to Mbah Yon's shoulders. She's terrified. It never crossed his mind to be stuck in such an absurd situation.

"Son Purbo can inherit knowledge, great abilities like this. Because Nak Purbo is a descendant, the original blood of Mbah Kusworo," said Mbah Yon. His voice was soft but it sounded clear even in the middle of the roar of the wind.

"Huh? What's Mbah doing?" purbo asked half-screaming.

"He he he, yes if someday want to learn. The book is in my house. Japa mantra, the play that must be lived is recorded all there," Mbah Yon smiled looking at Purbo.

Purbo was really astonished by the old grandfather who was in front of him. When the wind churned fiercely, old footrests did not look shaky, look relaxed crossed with a smile that was always on his lips.

The wind suddenly stopped. The mood changed quietly. The leaves fall off, feeling slow to touch the ground. Mbah Modo sighed, from his expression looking annoyed.

"If it continues, nature will be damaged" Mbah Modo said concerned.

"Yes, I agree too. Obah ngarep kobet. As a leader, your actions will have an impact on your people. Wisely, let me go with my great-granddaughter" Mbah Kusworo said.

"Sometimes mripat iso is wrong ndelok, iso ears wrong krungu, lambe iso wrong talking, but ati ora will iso diapusi. I'm sure in the corner of Njenengan's heart realize that this is all wrong. Genengan must remember that the rules attached to a region, must be obeyed," Mbah Modo said with a hoarse voice.

"Ku owah gingsir. The world is always changing, it is dynamic" replied Mbah Kusworo.

"But the rules remain the same" Mbah Modo said quickly.

"It's not about the coffee, sir. Except a rule that must be obeyed. Rice wutah charcoal bali memang takere. Something that has been damaged, certainly can not return to how it was. I personally cannot blame the villagers. Because they are only trying to enforce a rule that has existed for a long time" said Mbah Yon.

"It turns out that I understand. Our village can survive until now because it obeys the rules. Some time ago there was a human who ate our sajen banana. Eating bananas that are not his property, a behavior similar to a 'kethek' (ape)," Mbah Modo turned to look at Mbah Yon this time.

"But Nak Purbo has to go home" Mbah Yon said calmly.

"Jalma angkara died of wrath. Rather than quarrel and get into trouble because of his own anger, with humility, amit nuwun sewu, let me make a proposal," Mbah Yon bowed. Mbah Kusworo glanced at Mbah Yon, as if he already knew the end of the original intention.

"Say, what's your proposal," Mbah Modo nodded.

"Let me replace Nak Purbo, to be responsible for living in the village that Njenengan leads. I pledge allegiance and service to the village" Mbah Yon said, crouching, with his knees used as a pedestal.

"Hey, what the hell is this?" Purbo gasped in shock.

"No need to confuse Nak Purbo. I am a descendant of Mbah Kusworo. Our bloodline is indeed to serve, and protect the descendants of Mbah Kusworo. It is a pride that Dalem can be useful for Nak Purbo," replied Mbah Yon. A smile remained on its back from its blackish and wrinkled lips.

Mbah Modo glanced at Japra and the citizens hiding behind. Japra slowly advanced and seemed to whisper something.

"If the dispute continues, the damage inflicted could affect the lives of humans out there. Accept me as a replacement for Nak Purbo. Besides, I came here with a rough body, which of course can be 'used' for the benefit of the villagers, right?" Mbah Yon still kept smiling. Purbo was increasingly confused and did not understand the words of the old grandfather in front of him.

"alright. The offer I received," Mbah Modo sighed. Hordes of villagers were seen grinning in excitement.

"Thank you" Mbah Yon immediately stood up and walked over to the villagers who were holding tightly to the old man's wrinkled arms.

"Yon, your services will always be remembered," said Mbah Kusworo with a flat face.

"Thank you Mbah," Mbah Yon nodded.

"I hope, Njenengan, also Nak Purbo no longer comes here. Or approaching our territory," Mbah Modo turned his body and walked away leaving Mbah Kusworo and Purbo still standing. The villagers of Ebuh walked neatly to follow the village chief until it disappeared into the darkness. After the thick fog again wrapped the forest, the frozen air felt piercing and the smell of scented pandanus stung.

"Why doesn't the Genengan keep fighting him? Why let Mbah be arrested? Sacrificing for someone like me? Huh uh?" screeched Purbo with glassy eyes.

The flaps of the wings of the crows again rang out breaking the silence of the night, mixed with the sound of owls that were like roars in the distance.

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