GHOST VILLAGE

SECTION 56: UNRECOGNIZED

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The middle-aged mother occasionally wiped her tears as she followed our steps towards school. Maybe he is still reminded of the contents of the letter in Mbah Iyem's bag. Our footsteps entered the school gate accompanied by a breeze that suddenly blew on the back neck. There was a distinct coolness that we felt at the time, there was also a sense of its own horror that was present, as if an invisible creature was welcoming us at the school gate.

We went straight to the guard service house which is still in the school environment as a residence for married couples, Mr. Mat and Bu Mat.

"Have you ever been to Miss Mat's house?" ask Lidya.

"Once, just a few times. You are forbidden by the late mother, afraid to disturb the calmness of the students learn," replied the mother slowly.

"That's Bu Mat's house is open, usually the hours approaching this ashar prayer, he's already at his house." Dawn.

Finally we arrived at the door of the house of Madam Mat.

"Assalamualaikum ..," said the mother.

"Waalaikumsalam ...," replied Ms. Mat from the kitchen.

There were footsteps of someone from inside towards the living room.

"Sampean, Sister Sri?" pekik Bu Mat's.

"Yes Dik Ning," answered the woman who turned out to be named Sri.

"Your son is big, Ma'am?" ask Ms. Mat.

"Yes Dik, it has been four years," replied Ms. Sri.

"There's a need for Ma'am Sri to come here with these kids? Coincidentally now I want to go out nich I want to eat," said Bu Mat who did look neat and carry a sling bag.

"Eh, anu Dik Ning, I'm here for important needs. Just for a second?" said Bu Sri.

"It's really a minute, because if it's too late in the afternoon the shop will close. The ingredients to sell tomorrow are all gone" said Ms Mat.

"Yes Dik is just a moment," replied Ms Sri.

"Monggo please enter Madam Sri and the children all," said Bu Mat rather clumsy.

We also enter the living room and occupy the simple seats available in the mini-sized living room.

"Well, sit down, brother?" reprimand Bu Mat to Gatoth.

"It's okay, ma'am. I prefer to sit down because of the adem," replied Gatot.

"That's the reason, ma'am. If you sit on top of fear that the chair is broken," said Fajar in a joking tone. Gatot just smiled like that.

"Let me sit down, I also want to follow the ngadem" I said so as not to sit on the floor.

"Well, why sit under all this?" screeched at Bu Mat while stepping back.

"Where is Ning going?" pekik Bu Sri's.

"You take a drink first" replied Ms. Mat.

"Not to be, brother. Let it be done with my interests soon," replied Ms. Sri.

"Oh, yes already then," said Ms. Mat.

Bu Mat took a seat right in front of Bu Sri. Bu Sri then took out a savings book from the bag she was carrying. The look on Bu Mat's face suddenly turned red when he saw the savings book.

"Dik Ning, my arrival here wants to ask about this savings book," said Bu Sri.

Bu Mat's hand suddenly trembled. His originally supple face suddenly became stiff and looked somewhat angry.

"Sorry, Sister Sri. Your late mother's savings were all taken away by your mother a few days before your mother became ill. That's when the kids rapotan class rise. It's just that it hasn't been written here because at that time your mother forgot to bring this savings book," Ms. Mat replied in a serious tone.

"Bak Sri doesn't believe me? Maybe his savings money has been used to cover other needs? For example, to pay for a house?" said Bu Mat with a tinge.

"No, Dik Ning. Mr. RW said, I have not paid the rent for the last month. Usually, you pay at the end of the month. And as far as I know my mother never had any other financial affairs," said Mbak Sri.

"So Sister Ning accused me of embezzling your mother's money?" said Ms. Mat while standing up. His hand suddenly shook.

"Please calm down, Dik Ning. I don't say that" said Bu Sri in a soft and soothing tone.

Suddenly the wind blew loudly and faintly heard the voice of an old woman from the kitchen Bu Mat. His voice made our feathers creep

"Ojo Ijol your crew karo duwek, Nduk! (Don't exchange your pride for money, Nduk!)" the voice of the old woman.

"Mother ????" pekik Bu Sri's.

"Bude???" pekik Bu Mat's.

"Wocoen mails iku Sri (Bakan the letter is Sri)" the voice of the grandmother again.

With such a strong wind somehow we have trouble moving anywhere. Bu Sri then took out a letter from inside the bag and read the contents in a rather loud voice in Javanese.

"Assalamualaikum Warohmatullahi Westarokatuh ...

Nduk Sri, if you read the contents of this letter of course you have also seen a savings book that is in one place with this letter. It's true, Mother has savings money deposited to Dik Ning. Savings is the plan if the amount is enough and the age of the mother is still long, you want to use it to register umrah. But if the amount is not knee or Mother dies first yes so you can use to pay for the rent of the house for example your income as a laborer does not meet your needs and your child every day. As long as I'm alive, I won't take it no matter what, because I'm old. I don't have any other legacy I can give you.

Nduk, but remember for example Dik Ningmu did not have the money to give it to you, You do not force huh? Poor Dik Ningmu. I know that your Dik Ning has many other needs, give him a chance to repay or postpone it. Even if Dik Ningmu can't pay for it, please do Nduk. After all, your Dik Ning has not been anyone else to Mother, she was already considered like Mother's own child. Think of him as your own brother.

For example, you do not have the money to pay for the rent. I have a distant brother who lives in Kampung Jatisari. Just find Kyai Nur's name there. Just say you are Sariyem's son from Kampung Jarangjati. He would be happy to find a solution for you and your son.

Again, don't let you trouble your Dik Ning huh? Her late mother Dik Ningmu was a friend of Mother's starting small. Like the sorrow we both live together, cook you and your Dik Ning want to fight? Don't ya?

Must be sincere and stoic yes, Nduk ...

Wassalamualaikum Warohmatullahi Westarokatuh,"

Bu Sri read the series of contents of the letter with tears. It was not only Ms. Sri who was crying, but also we who listened to her.

"Mother .... Mother ...," shouted Bu Sri as she ran towards the kitchen. We followed him from behind. But we found no one there. There are only kitchen utensils belonging to Ms. Mat. There's a pretty stinging floral fragrance in there.

Then, Bu Sri went back to the living room. He turned his head for a moment towards Bu Mat who was still standing glued. Then Bu Sri stepped out of my school guard's house. We all stared at the passing of Ms. Sri. Suddenly a voice came from Ma Mat.

"Stop!! Where is Sri's mom going?"

Bu Sri looked over for a moment.

"Dik Ning, didn't he know the contents of the letter? Ma'am wants to go to Kyai Nur's house only according to Mother's mandate," replied Ms. Sri flat.

"Mbak Sri could have let me be a greedy sister? A disobedient nephew?" ma Mat surprised us all.

"I mean Ning?" cetus Bu Sri with frown.

"Here is the official house that is still empty, Ma'am. Ma'am can settle down while raising my nephew. Let's save together to realize the dream of our two people to umroh," said Ms. Mat with a face that returned sweet.

"Dik Ning ...," cried Ms. Sri.

"I'm sorry, Sister Sri" screeched at Bu Mat as she ran towards the door. The two of them hugged each other while shedding their remaining tears.

The wind that was originally blowing fiercely suddenly calmed down. May it be a sign that the spirit of Mbah Iyem has rested in peace.

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