Kosan Dwellers?
My village (Extra Part 1)
This story has just happened, either early in 2020, or either in 2019, I am not good at memorizing the date of the incident. The point is that this story is still warm. And this is still MY own REAL story.
I live in a village in West Java that is still full of rice fields. Not far from my house there are also many rice fields. To go to the city center we will also pass through the rice fields and rice fields again. Besides the rice fields, my town is also close to the sea. Here and there the sea. Tourist attractions in my city are also many that carry the theme of the sea.
As I said before, I am a teacher. For that, I have now become a teacher at one of the private schools in my city, thank God.
That morning, as usual I drove my bike to go to the school where I was teaching. My school is quite far, from home to school it takes about 30 minutes if I ride my bike at a moderate speed.
That morning I was casually riding my bike while enjoying the morning air. The highway that I went through was the main road that is usually passed by the travelers if they return home from the capital to Central Java or East Java. But that morning the streets were pretty rough. On the right and left of the road lies a vast rice field that belongs to no one. Hopefully someday it can be mine huh, wekekek. Aamiins.
Until the middle of the road, my eyes were made glued by several large cars like trucks and green-fried steel cans parked on the edge of the road opposite me. I deliberately put my bike down just want to know the reason why the army cars that have been transformed into leaves stop there. From where my motorbike drove, I also saw some soldiers whose hats were full of leaves sitting on the roadside close to the lined car.
"Will there be a war?" I thought at the time.
Because all this time I've never seen a herd of soldiers until some truck with ornate leaves on it passed through my area. It's like being bermanufer to trick the enemy.
But because I was on my way to school, so the herd of trucks and the lined up army passengers I didn't mind.
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Technology is getting more sophisticated. One of them is a smart phone. The phone you are holding at the moment while lying down with legs that rise to the top of one 😅
Various social media can be accessed at will. One of the social media that has many users is Facebook. You have a Facebook account, right? So did I.
That night I was busy surfing on my Facebook looking at the status of friends on the homepage. Until I got to a status that caught my attention. That status belongs to Ika, one of my village friends who lives just a different alley with me.
Write it in status.
"KERAMAT" is the name of the cemetery in my village in the middle of the rice fields. Not far from the cemetery, there is a fairly large area of former Pert*mina oil drilling that is commonly used by residents to dry their harvested rice. And in the west corner of the vast land there is a 'paddle' water shelter that can be used for any purpose and by anyone, open to the public.
My eyes glared at the status of the Ika. I clicked on that status and I read the comments there that were already crowded one by one.
- Eh what is it in the hallowed?
- Why so much?
- Yes, many. I was out there.
- Ih kok serem yaa.
- Wow, suddenly many people. Our village is the highlight of this.
- Eh is the news true??
- I was there, until jammed tofu!!
I paused for a moment. Many villages?? How I don't know. The tomb of the Lord was very close to my house. Just need to walk 7 minutes to the back, then I will get there.
Then, what happened there??
