COBBY

Pitu

Dusk arrives with dark sky. From an overcast day rolled up, but the speck of rain did not come. The only thing that has always existed in the village of Ebuh is the fog. At all times it always seems like a wisp of thin white blobs floating in the air.

Purbo sits on the front porch floor of the house. His body feels fresher. He was wearing a boxed shirt and a pair of pants that were a bit of a slipper. Somewhat strangely, all the pants in the room closet were almost all too big for Purbo to wear.

Silently, Purbo's mind was distant. He kept trying to remember his life. Although until this moment, all that is in Purbo's memory is the fact that he is happy waiting for the birth of the first baby with his beloved wife.

Purbo recalled the incident when he had taken a shower earlier. A voice clearly and clearly whispered the phrase 'don't believe them'. Who do you mean by them? In Purbo's mind continued to ring that sentence.

"Why is that there?" tanya Dini arrived. He stood in the doorway while stroking his large belly elus.

"Ah, this is me waiting for Adzan. Ashar I missed, Maghrib plans to go to mushola. Where is Emmm Mushola?" purbo asked with a smile.

"Ah yes . in the village there Mas," replied Dini doubtfully.

He sat next to Purbo. He leaned his head on Purbo's shoulder field. Their legs dangled to the ground, swinging swinging swinging simultaneously. The couple looked happy this afternoon.

"Mass?" call Early slowly.

"Hmm?" sahut Purbo's.

"I'm so happy that we can continue to believe this." Dini coiled in Purbo's arms.

"Emmm, have I been unhappy with you all this time?" Purbo placed his palm on his cheek Early. I don't know why those smooth cheeks felt so cold.

"You always make me happy, Mas" said Dini quickly.

"Don't I not be a bad person before? And God made me forget everything so I could start from scratch and become a better person." Purbo tries to interpret his situation with a positive mind.

"Already Mas. Whatever happens, I feel happy now. And I want to be like this forever." Dini hugged Purbo.

"Eh baby, but I want to be honest with you. I feel like this place we live in is something wrong. Maybe there's no waiter?" tanya Purbo switched the conversation.

"Well, isn't every place there's always something like that?" Back to asking.

"Today, too. We live side by side, between the existing and the non-existent. As long as it doesn't bother each other." Purbo sighed, undoing his intention to tell him about the whisper. He did not want to make his pregnant wife anxious.

"Why don't you hear Adzan?" ask Purbo wonder. Just be quiet doesn't say.

Slowly in the distance, the raindrops began to fall one by one. The sound of rhythmic rain sounded melodious and shahdu. Rain can always make the heart calm. So does the heart of Purbo, feels cool when sitting on the terrace with loved ones enjoying a few grains of water splashed from the end of the roof tile of the house.

Suddenly Purbo felt an unbearable dizziness. Inside his head was the sound of a simple voice. There was also a shadow in Purbo's mind. The shadow of a woman with a black paddle, swirling in the midst of the swift rain.

"Armghhh!" Purbo gripped his forehead which felt pulsating.

Cold sweat began to wet his temples. Purbo collapsed to the floor. Groaning and twitching with the eyes that look all white.

"Mas! Why why?" Panic early.

Dini walked quickly into the house and continuously called Mak Nah. Not long after, Mak Nah appeared running a small run from the kitchen. The old woman was either dead or angry. His mouth looks red as a result of chewing his own concoction betel.

"This is Mas Purbo why Mak?" Hysterical, panicking and crying.

Mak Nah did not answer. He spat out the betel water in his mouth into the palm of the hand. Then rub on Purbo's face. Purbo shivered for a moment then remained silent with his eyes closed.

"Leave it like this" Mak Nah ordered.

"What happened, Mom?" It still looks angry.

"Something is disturbing. After all, your husband is a little difficult to manage," replied Mak Nah irritated. The calm and shady face that he usually showed, turned stern and fierce.

"How did Mak go? Are you sure you're like this?" tanya Dini hesitated.

"From the beginning I have talked to njenengan. My position only helps. Success and not depends on the business of njengan. Remember, it's 40 days!" said Mak Nah half yelled.

"I really like it Mak," said Dini looking at Purbo's face reddened by betel water from the mouth of Mak Nah.

"Let's help me drag this naked husband's body into the room" Mak Nah held Purbo's right arm.

"Mak Discharge?" ask Dini not sure.

"Yes. A body this big who was strong lifted it. Moreover, njengan is pregnant old," replied Mak Nah sewot.

He finally complied. He held onto Purbo's left arm. Simultaneously Mak Nah and Dini pulled Purbo's arm and dragged the stocky body into the house. Several times the head of Purbo stumbled, but the man remained silent with his eyes closed.

Arriving at the room, Mak Nah painstakingly picked up Purbo and put him to bed. Early immediately put on a blanket with an anxious face.

"Fortunately I drank jamu. I don't think you need to worry too much. Tomorrow I do not go to Mbah Modo's house," said Mak Nah calming.

"I'm manut. Mak Nah just set it anyway," replied Dini resigned.

Mak Nah nodded and inched back out of the room. He looked at the room facing his master's room, before finally walking back to the kitchen.

Early stroking soft back hand Purbo. His eyes were puffy from crying. He could not bear to see Purbo yelling in pain.

"Every human being treads the path of life outlined for him. Why is my life so hard? Can't I get a little happiness?" It's still sobbing. He looked at his pale white hands.

Go to the dresser. Look at the mirror that looks blurry. He opened the drawer on the right side of the table. A seven-figure flower stacked there. The intoxicating fragrant aroma spread in the air.

Under the room lights that were shining a deep yellow, Dini took out a handful of flowers from the cup. Then chew it one by one. Cantile flower buds sound crisp when they are frowned upon. While the flowers of ylang produce a distinctive fragrant aroma. I still cry sobbing. A groan was heard echoing in the house at the very end of the village of Ebuh.

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