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Chapter 18: Suket Kolonjono

There is little to say about what will be told in this story. That we, as human beings, coexist with the invisible world. Although they cannot see their existence because they are different in nature, it would be wise if we still respect them as we want to be respected by others. When entering places where they usually stay, say hello or excuse me. Do not do careless things that will even harm ourselves. As in this story, which will tell a middle-aged man who experienced the mystical thing for having acted recklessly in an empty house yard.

His name is Mr. Toro. He is now 52 years old. He lives in a village in Sleman, Jogjakarta. Mr. Toro, who worked as a market worker, was asked to take supplies of vegetables and spices from Boyolali by riding in an ankle truck owned by a businessman there. From 7 am this morning, Mr. Toro continues to be busy with the task of transporting goods. Starting from transporting chili, garlic, onions, galangal and dozens of other types of spice vegetables.

While the son of the boss who negotiated in the purchase of goods, Pak Toro continued to go back and forth transporting goods that had been legally purchased. The cream-colored worn shirt that he now wears is already so dirty with patches of soil stuck all over the clothes. Sweat certainly flows profusely wash his dull skin as well. And after all the listed items were successfully purchased and put in the car, the boy began to drive his car to return to Sleman, along with Mr. Toro who hitchhiked beside him.

Arriving back in Sleman, it does not feel now the time has shown at 3 pm. Currently, Mr. Toro is in the vegetable warehouse owned by the manager. If in Boyolali, Mr. Toro was in charge of raising goods on the car, now Mr. Toro has the task of lowering goods from the car into the warehouse. With the help of one other market worker, they both began to drop things one by one.

If it is 4 pm, Mr. Toro's work is finally finished. After receiving his wages, Mr. Toro took a moment to rest while chatting there. Just a small talk at the end of the day, a lively conversation that fills the evening atmosphere. And after half an hour passed, Mr. Toro also said goodbye to anyone who was there. Then he began to wiggle his old ontel bike towards the house casually.

The work of making a living today is done, at least Mr. Toro thinks so. But as he casually shook his bike, one thing flashed through his mind. Mr. Toro muttered softly, saying, “Owalah, forget me. Last morning I haven't eaten my wedus.” Yes, even though the task of making a living today is complete, but Pak Toro still has one other job that he has not completed, which is to find grass for his goat feed. Mr. Toro believes, 2 goats of his own at this time must have not been fed.

This morning Mr. Toro woke up bad luck. Without making any preparations, just washing your face and combing your hair, Mr. Toro immediately rushed his bike to the market in a hurry. He is afraid of the saying that says ‘Don't Be Late. Later Rezekimu Can Be Caught Ayam’. He is afraid that his sustenance for him is taken by others because of misfortune. As a market worker, the fate of Mr. Toro is indeed betting with time. Therefore, without any preparation, Mr. Toro immediately rushed to the market. And in exchange, Mr. Toro became forgetful to feed 2 goats this morning.

And after remembering that, Mr. Toro began to pedal his bike even faster.

15 Minutes later, Mr. Toro finally got home. He saw his wife sweeping on the porch. To his wife, Mr. Toro said, "Goats have been fed?" Ask him who is still on the bike.

Stop sweeping for a moment, the wife replied, "Not yet mas."

Hearing his wife's answer just now, Mr. Toro parked his bike for a moment. Then he went into the house to pick up sickles and a Gabion, or a bag that is usually used to carry goods by placing it on the back of a bicycle or motorcycle seat.

After getting what he was looking for, Mr. Toro walked out again. He got on his bike again and started riding it. When he was ready, Mr. Toro said to his wife by saying, "Mom, I want to find a cure." Said Mr. Toro saying goodbye to find grass for pet goats. The wife simply replied by saying carefully. Then with one initial movement, the old Ontel bike began to speed again.

Under the evening sky which is approximately at 5 o'clock, Mr. Toro continues to pedal his bike while glancing around. He intends to look for grass in the area that is near only. His body felt so tired because of the workload of the day is more. By narrowing in a nearby place, Mr. Toro thought his task would be quickly completed.

For information, usually Mr. Toro will pedal his bike as far as 2 km to find suket or grass for livestock. In that place, as far as the eye can see, wild grass is scattered everywhere, the grass can be sawn at will. In ordinary days, indeed Mr. Toro will go there to carve. But for today, Mr. Toro feels reluctant to do that. He was already caught off guard thinking about his location which was already far away. His determination is now round, that he will look for grass just like it and in a place that is too perfunctory.

Then when glancing around while pedaling a bicycle, Mr. Toro saw a large yard with wild grass that thrives there. But if you look carefully, there is a large enough empty house standing next to it. The appearance of the empty house was enough to make my fur sit standing when looking at it.

But as if he had lost his fear, Mr. Toro actually covered entering the yard of the house. And when he wanted to park his bike on the edge of the wall, Mr. Toro also saw clearly there were 3 graves residing there. The cemetery there is a family tomb. So after the house was uninhabited again, the family tomb was abandoned now.

An empty house that is adjacent to the family tomb, normally anyone will avoid that location. But as if not care about it all, Mr. Toro chose to abstain from retreat. And after parking his bike there, Mr. Toro also began to emit sickles. Then without further ado like saying a greeting or just an excuse, Mr. Toro began to cut the grass there deftly.

One grass, dozens of grasses, even dozens of grasses, Pak Toro continued to scrape the wild grass there painstakingly. Even without fear, Mr. Toro stepped over the grave there many times. Downstream back and forth to every corner mowing the grass that can still be in the sickle.

Not only that, Mr. Toro also casually scavenged the grass by occupying a tomb. As if not afraid or feeling guilty, Mr. Toro continued to behave as such. Until finally, the gabion bag was now fulfilled by the wild grass that he just trashed.

Feeling enough, finally Mr. Toro decided to go home.

After being convinced that his gabion bag was not tilted and was next to weight, Mr. Toro began to lift his legs on a bicycle. After sitting down, he had time to glance back again to make sure his luggage was safe. Then by focusing on his legs, Mr. Toro began to pedal his bike casually.

On the way home, Mr. Toro muttered in his heart, whispering, "Luckily in the empty house there is a lot of grass. So I don't have to go far to find success. No need to be tired." He said in his heart. He continued to ride his bicycle under the twilight sky, which the night would stretch in a moment.

Supposedly, now Mr. Toro has arrived home since 30 minutes ago. Given the distance of his house to the empty house earlier, it should only take Mr. Toro about 15 minutes to go home. But after an hour passed, Mr. Toro did not go to his house.

Under the night sky that has stretched now, Mr. Toro still continues to pedal his bike with a pouring sweat. Even strangely, during the trip home, Mr. Toro did not see any residents who passed there. The lighting of the houses of the residents is indeed lit with the arrival of the night. But he only realized now, that as long as he was shaking his bike, not a single citizen was seen passing there.

Of course Mr. Toro became confused because of it. While leaving earlier, he realized that there were still many people who passed by. But when he came home, why was his hometown like a dead city now?

And again, he felt why also the journey to the house is not until now? What the hell is going on? The distance to his house is quite close.

Until finally, the next 1 hour passed.

Currently the time is more or less showing at 7 pm. Mr. Toro was still pedaling his bike limply. He who seemed like a stray, finally saw someone at the end there walking. The silhouette of that person also came along with the sound of meandering the Adhan that was starting to sound.

Can hear the voice of the Adhan and see someone there, Mr. Toro was always happy in the heart. Immediately, he began to rush over to the figure that was still far away at the end. And when Mr. Toro began to get close, he finally knew that the figure was his own son.

To his father, the son said, "Where are you anyway? Are you not yet home-going? Where is the grass? How long is emen?" Said Mr. Toro's only son, who had just returned home from work with worry. He began to walk around when the mother told him to look for the whereabouts of Mr. Toro who did not go home earlier.

Then, confused, Mr. Toro replied by saying, "Father doesn't understand either. Though I ngarit deket grass. But right back home, why aren't you there?" He said occasionally looking back.

And there's one other weird thing going on right now. When Mr. Toro had met his son, slowly, the situation around Mr. Toro began to crowded people who passed by. Motorcyclists are starting to cross too many times now. I don't know what really happened to Mr. Toro just now. Still confused, Mr. Toro began to move from there with his son to the house.

Then when he arrived at home, Mr. Toro preached what he had just experienced to his wife. Explain everything in as much detail as possible. Including when he covered the yard of an empty house to carve the grass. Including when he stepped over and occupied the tomb. Not to forget also he told me that he did not say hello while doing all that. And to Mr. Toro, the wife also advised him by crying, "Other times, if you want to go into places like that, said greetings first sir, please excuse me. You also can not step in the grave, let alone sit on his grave, pamali. What you experienced earlier, must be because of that. Next time don't be reckless sir. Eling's." His wife said at length.

Mr. Toro can't do anything but listen. What his wife said just now feels right. With the mystical incident that he experienced earlier, finally Mr. Toro became aware that he could not behave arbitrarily. There are other realms created in conjunction with human nature. There are invisible beings living side by side with humans. Today's incident made Mr. Toro aware, that just as he is a human being who wants to be respected, he must also be able to respect the existence of others well.

EXPIRE.

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