COBBY

Songo

The melodious chirping of small birds was heard from above the branches of acacia trees and sengon along the way. Although the fog never disappeared from view, but the gloomy impression was slightly reduced when the colorful furry animal heard his song.

"Wahh, this village can be said to be isolated dong Yang. Access the road like this." Purbo watched his sandals filled with sticky red mud.

"Yes the principle of residents here who are important can eat, ayem tentrem gitu lho Mas," continued Dini.

"How many KK think I live here?" ask Purbo again.

"Many Mas. Dozens of KK may be yes," replied Dini remembering to remember.

"We've lived here a long time?" Purbo kept asking.

Early was silent this time, busy observing the streets from the ground before him. The road is not slippery, but feels sticky on the footwear, and otherwise the heart of mud can be splashed onto the clothes worn.

"Well that's the center of Ebuh village," Dini switched the conversation. His hand pointed towards the row of houses in the distance.

Sayup sayup heard a boisterous voice, bustling and lively villagers. House houses are lined with shapes similar to each other. The same joglo model house with Purbo and Dini residence. The only difference is the color of the paint. Looks like the villagers passed by. There are those who bring grass fodder from the forest, there are also those who just sit in front of the house.

At the end of the settlement, there is a field that is used as a village market. Lodge berderet bamboo huts with a variety of daily needs sold there.

Purbo and Dini walked through the settlement to head to the market. Unceasingly Purbo raised a smile at every citizen who passed by him. Purbo felt strange, no one returned his smile. They were all indifferent to the presence of that stocky-bodied man.

The inversely proportional thing happens to Dini. Everyone looked down a little each time they saw it. Purbo felt astonished and curious.

"You must be wondering, Mas, why are people indifferent to you?" ask Dini, as if knowing the contents of Purbo's head.

"Yes that's so. I didn't know any of them, and they didn't even feel like they knew me" Purbo lamented.

"That's because all the time Mas always locked himself in the painting room. Hardly ever left the house. That's why when Mas talked about needing to socialize I was quite surprised to hear it," explained Dini without looking at Purbo. He looked forward as he continued to walk holding his stomach.

Somehow Purbo felt his wife was lying. Although he forgot about his life, Purbo felt sure he was not a person who was introverted. The feeling of wanting to get along with others felt very real and big in his mind. How could he never leave the house before?

Then about his job as a painter. Purbo until now felt that he did not have a strong desire to touch the brush and canvas. Can he really paint? There were no paintings in his house. Shouldn't a painter have a collection of paintings. Either for inspiration or just self-satisfaction.

Purbo's footsteps finally reached the village market. The market looks shabby and very muddy because it rained quite hard yesterday. Especially until now the sun is reluctant to illuminate the village area. Surprisingly there was no scent of mud there. Even the smell of flowers that sting.

Purbo circled around, but found no florist. Another strange thing is that many residents pass by, but rarely anyone buys. It was as if they were just passing back and forth in front of the market.

Among the crowd of villagers, Mak Nah appears to come tergopoh close to Purbo and Dini. The old woman had a black crackle in her hand.

"What's going on here?" ask Mak Nah with a strange face. There was no smile, it looked angry.

"Lha why Mak? I want to see the market" replied Purbo lightly.

"Duh, to the market my duty sir. Moreover, Madam Dini is pregnant this old," said Mak Nah feeling guilty.

"Yes already, now let's go home Sir," asked Mak Nah.

"Yes Mas. I also want to go home. The market is muddy like gini you know," complained Dini.

Purbo sighed and finally complied with his wife's request. When he was about to step foot, a clap was loud enough to hit Purbo's shoulder.

"Hunt hunt is very. Hang out first, "the male figure, Purbo age greet the familiar pretentious. The man was squeaky with pale skin, his cream hair swaying swaying in the wind. He smiled at Purbo, revealing a row of yellowed teeth.

"We want to go home" Mak Nah replied with a sharp look.

"Owalah Mak Nah. This is the new guy, huh, Mama?" ask the male cheque to Mak Nah.

"Huh? New guy?" ask Purbo wonder. He didn't understand why he was called a new person by the strident man.

"Yuk Mas came home. I peed, "Dini pulled Purbo's arm, carried him away. While Mak Nah seems to be talking or maybe arguing with the cheque guy.

"What did that guy mean?" ask Purbo while still stepping. It looks so rushed. Purbo understand it because it is natural indeed, when pregnant women will be more often to urinate.

"Udah don't be bullied. His name was Mino, his nickname was Ceking. He is famous in this village. There is no gawe, the activity is just hanging out. It is not clear anyway Mas," said Dini explained.

"Ooohhh," Purbo mangosteen mangosteen.

Purbo and Dini are out of the settlement. Back on the road with a big tree around him. The fog has not yet gone, still faithfully enveloping the village of Ebuh.

"Why is our house standing there alone? Far from neighbors. Though the land in the market area was still empty," asked Purbo while observing around.

"You asked a lot of questions. I'm nahan peed tauk," Dini landed a small pinch on Purbo's arm.

"Auw auw," Purbo grimaced.

"Yes, I was curious about Yang. I forgot all the things. All of this felt foreign to me," Purbo sighed.

"Mass?" Suddenly stopped his steps.

"Ah yes, what?" ask Purbo in shock.

"Whatever happens to your memory, it's important that you know that I'm the best place for you to go home. A house is not a physical building, but a house is a heart building. Wherever the place, as long as we are together means we are at home," said Dini with a sad face.

"Yes dear." Purbo immediately hugged Dini. Cuddling his ice-cold wife's body in love.

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