Kosan Dwellers?
My village (Extra Part 3)
Maghrib's coming. The soldiers prepare to perform congregational prayers. After the prayer, they have free time to rest. Many of them take the time to eat. Until one day ...
"Where else is it?" Ask one of the members of his team.
"Huh?? There's nothing in the tent?" Ask the others.
"Nothing."
And, it turns out that night Bambang disappeared again. From Maghrib to escape isya, Bambang has not been seen the trunk of his nose. All members finally split up again looking for Bambang in the dark. They combed the rice fields with only flashlights.
The news of Bambang's disappearance that night spread to the ears of residents. Because after all there are residents who visit the campground just curious to see the activities of the soldiers. But what happened was that one of their members was missing, somewhere.
One by one the citizens heard the news of the disappearance of one soldier, until the news came to my ears that night was hanging out in the front stall with the neighbors.
"That's right there's a missing soldier?" Ask one of the neighbors to start a conversation.
If the neighbors have gathered, what is done is none other than the 😅 gibbah
"Yes said. From the afternoon gone," answered one of the others.
I just quietly listened while eating the kwaci I bought from the stall.
"That's why it's lost anyway? It may be him" said another.
"Listen he said just in the afternoon he fell a twig from a big tree in the grave. He said that the big tree was forbidden."
The neighbors chimed in on each other. They are all mothers and fathers over the age of 40 years, some even 70 years. About the ins and outs of the sacred tomb and the region around it, surely they know. While me? I just enjoy their stories.
Although I do not know much about the tomb of the Sacred, but at least I know that this sacred tomb is indeed famous haunted.
Isn't all funerals like that??
The sacred tomb is different. From childhood I have heard that the tomb in my village is haunted. Even until there is a youtuber who I forget, he covered the tomb in my village with the content of passing the grave Holy night-night. Hiy, cringe times bah!!
That night I was immediately flooded with incoming messages from friends who were one city with me but a different village.
📩 Eh the news is true no heck?
📩 The location is near your house is not?
📩 What is the story about the missing soldiers?
Woaaah, the point was that the night was crowded. In cyberspace and the real world, all discuss the missing soldiers.
I was still sitting listening to the stories of the neighbors.
"Are there really a lot of people in Keramat??" Ask the shop owner, Mang Rudi.
"Yes right. Until lined up the motorbike was like a parking lot. If you keep parking there and pay a thousand, get a lot of it!" Answer one of them while laughing.
"Hahaha, yes yes. Yes, I tried to get there."
Mang Rudi then turned on his motorbike and passed towards Sacred. Just a few minutes later, Mang Rudi returned.
"Crazy! Really full is like a night market," said mang Rudi laughing who was still sitting on his motorbike parked close to us sitting.
"Keep how's that army met yet?" Ask the others.
"Yet. In fact, he said someone reported to the village chief for help. And he said the village chief suggested that people would gather with kitchen utensils, and then everything sounded like the kitchenware surrounding the camp area together."
I get goosebumps hearing Rudi's explanation. Ringing kitchen tools? It's kind of looking for a lost child under the weight of wewe alone.
The mood that night was gripping. Some neighbors went to the sacred tomb while carrying their kitchen tools. It was already 10 p.m., and there was no sign of Bambang returning.
Where is he really?
