Gondo Flower

Chapter 4: Sajen

In the morning the sun was faintly visible, In the bamboo chair under the guava tree Zainal sat enjoying a cup of black coffee with a plate of his own boiled yams, he stared at the room Number Five right in front of him, his memory is clearly drawn every form of the body of the woman he recorded in the memory in his head for him to turn back later in the day.

A cup of coffee that he absorbed until it runs out, empty glass in put away to the corner of the bamboo chair.his view is still not distorted right, ask in his mind. Wh who? why then?

Syarif approached Zainal on a bamboo chair, carrying a pile of black inked paper, his body was still wet with sweat but the sweat instead added a sensual impression on every curve of his body.

Zainal was still daydreaming about the incident last night, the woman looked familiar, but the more he searched, the more vague his memory was.he did not believe that the woman was his mother.

Syarif Staring at Zainal's astonishment, he was daydreaming at the door of his room, Sharif who did not know the root of his problem ventured to ask, but unfortunately there was no response from Zainal, Zainal, his view was instead empty not responding to the presence of Sharif nearby.

"Nat?"

Zainal turned his head to look at Sharif who was still trying to resuscitate, although a little horrified Sharif did not give up, he once again shook the body of Zainal who was staring intently at him

Zainal gasped in a daze for a moment.

"Your rai is the Nal?"(Is your face pale?)

Zainal still did not respond, he left Sharif who was still confused.

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Zainal traced the square building of the dormitory, through the hallway of the barrier, and then arrived at the back of the building. There was no purpose, just following his foot step until it ended up under the Banyan tree that looked very old.

Unkempt banyan trees, dried leaves piled up in a puddle of water, fishy smell mixed with the smell of mud smelled from a pile of garbage near the tree, Zainal closed his nose because of the aroma is very disturbing smell.

Zainal approached, passing through murky puddles and piles of trash, pausing to stare at the messy tendrils of the banyan tree.

The smell of frankincense is very strong when Zainal has almost arrived below him, among the trunk of the tree, lined with offerings that seem to have just been installed. he was surprised, who installed it here?

Among the rows of offerings there was something strange, A white cloth folded neatly between the seven-figured flower piles. Zainal approached to observe more closely, the folds tied with dried pandan leaves.

The srekk!!

"Ngopo neng kene?" (Well, what's the matter here, son?)

The foreign voice surprised Zainal, His voice hoarse sounded like an elderly old man.

Zainal frowned looking for the origin of the sound.

Under the banyan tree opposite to where he stood, the old man was crouched cleaning the yam that was still wet. his skin was wrinkled his hair was a lot of gray, he was stared at by the old man clingy , Zainal approached just saying hello or just stale.

"Change! kulo ambi rencang kulo nembe mawon moved kost neng mburi," (mbah!, I'm the same temen I just moved to the kost back there,)

Zainal looked down to help the old man clean the yam, although Zainal was famous for being indiscriminate, but he understood the upload, abstaining from him acting disrespectfully towards the older man, especially being arrogant and raising his voice.

"Ra wes rang wus sumung iki!" (don't have to finish this!)

"That ndaleme teng pundi? ben kulo help mbeto basket e." (Where is the house?let me help you get the basket, please)

"Kono le powder, mboten more ben mbah beto ki ambk mawon." (Decet there son, not far away to bring it alone.)

"Mboten nopo nopo mbah kulo auxiliary, all kulo bade kalih mriki pole acquaintance." (gpp mbah let me help, all I want to contact people around here)

"Ngggeh mpun nek mekso, ayok nderek mbah wangsul!" (yes already if maksa, come to the house)

Zainal held up a weathered wicker basket in some parts, following the old man through the plantation to the path across the banana garden.

His path must be slowed to compensate for the steps of old parents, once in a while he stopped observing the surrounding environment that is still very beautiful.although this urban area but its sustainability is still maintained, the plantation is very large, Sawah, and the, even the forest still stretches across the border.

Before long they arrived at a wooden house, the courtyard was clean without any weeds. Zainal placed the wicker basket on the porch of the house close to the support pole, while the old man immediately sat on a wooden chair in front of the porch of the house.

Mbah Slamet leaned his old body Kedinding wood without paint, he set his breath that is not good, understand it is not his age anymore to do heavy work .

"Nami kulo slamet, wong kene biasane call mbah met mawon." (My name is Slamet, people usually call it mbh met aja)

"Kulo Zainal Mbah!" (I am Zainal Mbah,) Zainal approached the Slamet altar and sat down next to it after being paused.

"You want teng wit ringin kulo ningali enten seng masang sajen, sajk e ngge opo nggih mbah?" (just now on the banyan tree I saw there was a masang sajen, what did ya mbah?)

"usual iku le, wargi around seng ndeleh teng mriku kadose ben seng nunggoni ayem." (Occasionally, the surrounding residents who put it there he said let the waiter calm down)

"Waiting for pripun nggih mbah?" (what are you waiting for, what do you mean?)

"The wise man once said le, sometimes ignorance is gold. dados and nggelok i seng mboten need to be in ngertosi!" (the wise once said son, sometimes ignorance is gold, so don't find out anything you don't need to know!"

Zainal was fixated on hearing the slamet Mbah, rightly what he said ignorance is gold, the more we find out we will get lost , moreover something taboo .

One of her unsolved problems now arises another problem, though not her problem entirely but something mysterious very interest her to find out more deeply, and in the end she will be involved .

"Pesen e mbah you are careful, mbah see there is something very black waiting for you. ileng message ne mbah yo le,) mbah Slamet gave a message so that Zainal more careful, he said, Zainal is only a sign of understanding.

"Excite mbah." (yes mbah.)

Zainal is very sure it is not just a coincidence that a series of strange events appeared ,there must be a line connecting one mystery with another mystery.all he needs to do now is find out the hyphen so that the big question mark in the head can be answered.