GHOST VILLAGE

SECTION 42: TOURNAMENTS

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Mom looked at me with a pushy eye. From the look in those eyes, I could tell that there was a deep fear that he had been harboring for years and that he would tell me now. Once again he wiped away the tears that suddenly dripped again on his cheeks.

"Ten years ago, it was about two years old. August is the month of your father's job. Your father played football, so was often contracted by people to strengthen their team. At that time every factory or office must have its own football team, in addition to the prestige factor of the company, football achievements can also be used as a promotional tool for the company. Your father never joined any club, but his football in the world of football tournaments in the district is no doubt." my mother's story.

I listened to the story very carefully.

"August is the most crowded month for your father. From one tournament to another, your father was contracted by several hamlets as well as several companies. Sich's mother supports your father's activities, the honor is good. If contracted hamlet people usually play once enough for spending money two days. What's good, if you've been contracted by the company, the honor once played can be enough to spend one week, not to mention if the team that signed your father won champion one, the bonus is good, good, I was once bought by your father for a necklace. It was also made for traveling mothers. Maybe it's a form of thank you your father because Mother supports her hobby. Though I'm okay-okay as long as your father does not use Mom's trust for strange things," continued the story Mother.

"Have you ever done anything weird, Mom?" manya curious.

"No sich, but every father you play, there must be many female fans who love your father. Sometimes they pay more attention to your father. But once they found out that your father had a family, they backed off alon-alon," my mother told me.

"Well, by the way, ma'am?" my cetus.

"Well yes, Im. Sometimes I like jealous and sulking with your father if there are girls who are too looking for attention with your father, even though your father never responded to them. Until one day there is a widow who really fucked your father," continued the story Mother with a bit of emotion.

"Yes, Mom. What happened to the widow?" my many.

"His name is Warsih, she is a young widow, just married a year already divorced with her husband, because her husband smitten another woman. His house in Karangjati hamlet in front of your school, at that time your father was having a tournament in the field near the coffee garden. Every afternoon your father rode a bicycle to the field to defend the Karangjati hamlet team, his opponent happened to be from other hamlets. Warsih, whose house happens to be close to that field every afternoon watched the game. Well that's where the seeds of love appear in the heart of Warsih to your father," continued the story of Mother.

"What??? Keep Mom?" chirping.

"Mom knows that because on one occasion, I went with your father to the field to see your father play ball. At that time I also invited you to come. Mother went down first in front of the field because you were fussy asking for a drink, while your father had to go down to the field because the match was about to start. After giving you a drink, I followed you out onto the field watching your dad play ball. That's when I saw Warsih screaming for your father's attention. Even at halftime, Warsih nyamperin your father to give food and drink" said Mother.

"Mother was jealous at that time?" my spoken.

"It's not just jealousy, Im. Mother's heart is hot, but I can bear to remember Warsih using the official costume of the Karangjati hamlet team just like some others. I just watched from afar what Warsih did to your father. Your father always seems to subtly refuse the attention given by Warsih, but Warsih is not the type of woman who gives up easily" said Mother with her hands clenched.

"Keep, Mom?" my many.

"Oh, so that simple musholla has been around for a long time?" my many.

"Yes, the musholla is said to have been first built Kanjeng Romo, so that farmers do not miss prayer time while in the middle of the rice field." Say Mother.

"I've heard the name Kanjeng Romo, but I don't know who he is?" ask me Mom.

"He is a landlord and elder in the area, he also happens to be a donor of the Karangjati hamlet football team" replied My mother.

"Oalah ..., if Ki Barong who, Mom?" ask again.

Mom took a deep breath.

"Ki Barong is a shaman who does topo broto in the coffee garden, Warsih uses the services of Ki Barong to get your father's love" said Mother with teeth rustling.

"I mean Mom, Ki Barong is an ordinary human like us? Then what did Warsih do then?" ask again.

"Mother also didn't know if Ki Barong was human or Jin. You see, according to the people in the area, the name Ki Barong has existed since time immemorial. No one ever saw his form directly, but many rumors say that many people came to the coffee garden to ask Ki Barong for help. Some ask for knowledge of pity, selling, even to hook people," said my mother made me shudder in horror.

"Have you ever met Ki Barong?" my many.

Mom nodded slowly, her tears melted again.

Long wait for your father not to finish cleaning the body and praying, Mother followed your father to the musholla while carrying you. Once at the musholla, I didn't see your father there, so I asked your father's teammates. No one knows where your father is. Then there was someone from the official team who told Mom that he saw your father walking into the coffee garden. Behind him was Warsih who was carrying a drink.

"Oh my God, what did you do at that time?" I also have a bit of emotion.

"Mom was angry that day, Im. I walked straight to the coffee garden. I don't care about people's stories that the coffee garden is haunted, which is on Mom's mind only one. If your father does anything indecent with Warsih there, I'll hit both of them. Mom was really emotional back then, Mom's chest was hot. Mother cried all the way from the musholla to the coffee garden that the man had shown. The sun was about to sink in the western horizon, Mother slowly entered the coffee garden. I'm sneaking around and looking for your father or Warsih. And I saw a scene that made my emotions peak.

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