Longing Memories

Whatdoes thatmean?

Tring…

There was a message coming in from the cellphone that Hanif was holding. He immediately opened the message and it turned out to be from Bagas, a friend he referred to as an indigo drip.

Bagas: Weiiii, diem-diem only no news, bro!

Hanif smiled reading the message, and he replied.

Hanif: Weiiii, bro! At home, I still have not calmed down to my grandmother.

Ddrttt…

The vibration of Hanif's mobile phone indicates that someone is contacting him at this time. Hanif immediately took his phone and stared at his screen at a glance, seen the name "Bagas" as a marker of a human who was making a call with him.

"Hallo, Gas?" Sapa Hanif so picked up his phone.

Adama, Nif. How is it still in the village?

"Still this, don't know when to go back to your place again. At home still same rame nyokap my bokap, continue to nyokapnya Sarah also exist. My grandmother's still in shock, not wanting to be left alone."

If I go to your house there, what? I want to play something I want to obrolin.

"By, come. I'll wait for ya."

Readypup.

Phone calls were cut off. Hanif then went back into the house because he was sitting on a bench in the backyard garden of his grandfather's house while smoking.

Hanif went towards the kitchen to grab a drink first. While pouring a drink into the glass, he suddenly heard a woman's voice crying bitterly. Hanif sharpened his hearing, he still heard the sound of crying.

Strange indeed, when the day still shows sunlight and also when the house is in a crowded state, Hanif even heard a mysterious sound that came from nowhere.

Finally, he decided to follow the direction the voice was coming from. From the kitchen, he directed his feet back to the backyard of his grandfather's house, precisely to a small building that was used as a storage warehouse for unused items.

Hanif had stopped right in front of the door of the warehouse, he stuck his ear to the wooden door of the warehouse that had started to get a little weathered due to inedible age.

Huhuhu…

The sound of crying became more and more obvious in Hanif's ears, and he became more convinced that the sound was coming from inside this warehouse.

Hanif started to move the doorknob and it turned out that the door was not locked at all.

The atmosphere inside the warehouse was full of dust and a little dark. Even though it was late afternoon and the sun was shining brightly up there, it was not enough to make the light penetrate into the room of the warehouse because the only window in the warehouse, half of which has been covered by wooden boards.

Some of the large items that were in there were covered by white cloths that had begun to fade in color, further adding to the sinister impression of the atmosphere of the warehouse during the day.

Hanif sharpened his vision, from the door of the warehouse he observed one by one the objects that were inside there as well as looking for who the woman who was crying at the moment.

Finally he found the figure, a woman standing between a large ancient clock and several other old displays. The woman cried while lowering her head, so that her entire face was covered by her long, disheveled hair. It is not clear what color or image is on the woman's shirt, which is clear she wears a knee-length dress that also has an ancient model as it comes from antiquity.

Hanif was silently fixated on seeing her, she could not move her body at all as if she was required to always stare at the woman.

Hiks…

"Help me," a soft voice came from the woman who asked Hanif for help.

"Who are you?" Finally Hanif can make his voice even though stammering, but he still can not move his limbs.

"I am a woman who has been hurt by Kemala" replied the figure wistfully.

"I was pulled, beaten. It hurts so much."

Hanif was still silently fixated, hearing what the figure was talking about. However, back he could not make his voice again.

Until without realizing it, suddenly he felt a tight clap on his right shoulder which at once resuscitated him back from the abnormal state earlier.

"Mas Hanif, why are you here?" turns out it was Si Mbok who came to him.

"Huh?" Hanif was confused not knowing what to give the answer because he had just realized from his daydream.

"Here, Mas Hanif, how can you be up ahead? Can the door open too? This door lock is what holds grandpa."

"Well, isn't it never closed, is this door?"

"God, mas. The door of this warehouse is always closed by his grandfather Mas Hanif, because it contains antiques left by his parents Mr. Dedi first, so afraid that someone is missing if the door is not in the key."

I was surprised to hear Si Mbok's explanation, and could only give a nodding response.

"Yes, Mas Hanif now just go inside, this is the Mbok who closed up."

"I did, Mbok. Thanks to ya."

Hanif then went back inside the house and did not want to look at the warehouse again. Arriving in the kitchen, he immediately drank cold water from his bottle directly to neutralize his heartbeat.

Suddenly a voice called out his name.

"Loh, Mas Hanif is here anyway. Cariin from earlier the same mother Mas Hanif," said the voice that turned out to be very surprising to Hanif when he saw it.

"Well, Mbok?" Hanif asked as he showed his trembling forefinger towards the middle-aged woman.

"Yes, why, mas?"

"Mbok ma'am instead of da from the back shed?" Asked Hanif stammering.

"Mbok from earlier in front of kok, mas. Join the others there. Mas Hanif from earlier in the search for not looking, uh it turns out even here." Si Mbok explained.

Hanif actually felt his body go back limp for a moment. He directed his gaze toward the door of the warehouse, and it was true that the door had been sealed shut.

Then, who had invited him to speak in front of the warehouse door? Not to mention the appearance of the woman who was in the warehouse crying and mentioning her grandmother's name.

Hanif was very confused, and once again could not move his body at all because he felt weak, even to stand up in his already unable.

"Mas Hanif why? How come it's suddenly pale?" Ask Si Mbok worried.

"No papa, Mbok. Please take that chair for me." Answer Hanif slowly.

Si Mbok immediately took the seat that Hanif meant and gave it.

"Now, Mom."

Hanif then occupied the chair with his eyes staring at Si Mbok.

"Mbok, what's Hanif's favorite food?"

"Sambal eggplant equal chicken broth stew. Mas Hanif there is-there is only one," replied Si Mbok with a laugh.

"Alhamdulillah, this is really Mbok."

"Why the hell, Mas?"

"I'm telling you a story but don't tell anyone yet, Mbok."