GHOST VILLAGE
SECTION 95: A FACT
I got home with a big breath. Before I got home, Parto came up to me carrying something in her hand.
"Assalamualaikum, " said Parto.
"Vaalaikumsalam. Uh, you, To?" my answer.
"Why are you so bored and gobyos so, Im?" ask Parto.
"Yes, To. I was chased by a ghost earlier," I replied.
"What ghost is chasing you like this?" ask Parto again.
"Grandmother's ghost, To" I replied.
"Ha ha ... Is it really you, Im? Chased by the ghost of the grandmothers instead of the ghost of the girl," he said in a derisive tone.
"Aish, same thing, To. The name is a ghost, not a young girl is not a grandmother, equally nereminous," I replied.
"Yes anyway. But how does the granny ghost come after you?" ask Parto.
"I don't know either, To. At first my friends and I met him once at the border of Curah Wangi hamlet. At that time the ghost of the grandmother helped tell us, so we did not get lost into the forest. But somehow the next day he showed up again in front of me. Where the sudden appearance plus neremin too," my story.
"Oooo so. Maybe he wants to tell you something, Im." Parto.
"Deliver what, To. Just know no" I replied.
"Who knew the ghost of the grandmother had been wandering the streets for a long time, but he had yet to find someone with the right energy to receive a message from her. Until finally he met you and your friends, too" Parto explained.
"That's a tah, To?" my many.
"It could be like that. Already wes hunted in there, this is me tipped vegetables from my garden," said Parto.
"Well, thanks a lot, huh? This mustard vegetable is my idol. Cooked with jicama noodles must be delicious," I replied.
"Mi bulk you mean, right?" ask Parto.
"Yes. People here used to call it the crooked noodles (naked noodles), right?" I'm saying.
"He he he .. yes," replied my friend.
After saying goodbye to Parto, I went into the house and was greeted by my parents.
"Wash your hands and feet first! After that eat! Keep bathing and praying Asar!" mother's orders.
"Yes, Mom" I replied.
I also carried out my mother's orders. I wash my face, hands, and feet first in the bathroom. After that I also ate my mother's super delicious cuisine in the kitchen, continued to bathe and perform Asar prayers in the mosque with Parto.
"Im, say thank you to Parto, yes!" mom said.
"Yes, Mom" I replied.
I also went to the mosque. Parto was waiting for me in front of her house.
"Im, I met Mbah Nur in the rice field, before" said Parto as she walked along with me.
"Oh yeah? He said what?" my many.
"He said, it will be seven days later, Arni. When children are actively teaching again. He will train great santri like us to become a Friday prayer bilal" said Parto.
"Wuih, fear me, To. It's hard to be that bilal. It's not just his reading. But mentally too. Shame, fear of misreading. He he he," I answered honestly.
"At first I thought it was like you. But, if not us - we who advanced to become bilal, who else? You see, yesterday morning Sam who became bilalnya suddenly run out of sound. Understandably, he is already old," replied Parto.
"Then, it is true that the plan of Mbah Nur. Guess who's gonna get elected, huh?" I asked.
"Whoever is elected must be ready to serve as a bilal" replied Parto.
"If it's like I can't, To. I always pray Friday in the school mosque" I said.
"Yes, anyway" I replied.
"Yes, that means you can still be elected" said Parto.
Just as the iqomah was chanted by Mbah Sam in a disjointed voice due to breathing, we both arrived at the mosque to perform the Asar prayers in congregation.
Who became the priest of the Asar prayer that afternoon was Mbah Nur. After praying and praying together, Mbah Nur invited us both to chat. Ta the conversation is the same as that delivered by Parto earlier. But there is one more thing that he said is related to the habit of teaching holidays if there are residents who died. He wanted to change that habit because it would disrupt the schedule of children learning to teach. Especially if the dead in succession, children can be off for one month in a row.
"Why if someone dies, the schedule for teaching and learning is advanced after Asar prayer?" ask Mbah Nur.
"Well, that's a good idea, Mbah. So the kids don't have to take any more days off if anyone dies" I replied.
"Okay, after seven days Arni. I will announce it to the children" said Mbah Nur.
"Remember, Mbah" answered the two of us.
"Where's your school, Im? Smoothly?" ask Mbah Nur to me.
"Express, Mbah. Thank goodness smoothly. I'm sorry when my day hasn't been in for a week, Mbah. I went home until the night when I first came in" I replied.
"Yes, I heard everything from Parto earlier. Remember, do not let us busy looking for world science until we forget the busyness of our search for knowledge for the provision of the afterlife, although in general subjects are also taught a lot about the science of the afterlife as well," said Mbah Nur.
"Express, Mbah" I replied.
"Yes, already. Come on, let's go home now! Surely your parents want to chat with the two of you, after a day of not meeting," said Mbah Nur.
"Remember, Mbah" answered the two of us.
We also went home by walking behind Mbah Nur. It has become customary and customary in my village, giving older people the opportunity to walk in front. We also separated at a crossroad in the east of Pak Suwarno's house. Mbah Nur headed north towards his house, while I and Parto went straight east.
Once at home, I saw my father and mother sitting together in the living room.
"Assalamualaikum," I say hello.
"Waalaikumsalam," They both answered his greetings.
"Sit, Im!" my father said to me with serious eyes.
I also obeyed my father's order to sit in one of the chairs in front of them.
"Mom, please close the door!" said father to my mother.
I meant to stand up to replace Mom closing the door.
"You sit down, let your mother close that door!" said father.
I finally let my mom close the front door herself. After that, I sat down next to my father. The two of them looked me in the eye, as if they were going to convey something very heavy to me. In my heart I hope that what they are about to say has something to do with their investigation into the spy house. Whatever the results of their investigation hopefully can uncover the case of the murder of Tari, my father and mother's best friend.
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