Other World Friendship

Go home to Kampung Lapangan

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I'm the youngest of four

brothers, I was born into a simple family, and I am a very fond child

with solitude and do not like crowds. Oh, people like to call me

Wulan, and I come from a broken home family, I am now

I went to one of the junior high schools in Jakarta, and I like to dress up as a guy and say I'm a tomboy.

When I came home from school I overheard my father and mother having a big fight and my mother's voice came from inside the house.

"As I can no longer live with you, I want to go home to my parents!" my mother said with annoyance.

"If you want to go home, you're home and you don't have to come with me anymore!" Answer father.

"You never thought of us Mas, you now rarely go home. I know you went to the woman's house right?? until you forget we're here."

Without any more words my father's hand floated to my mother's cheek.

Udmk.....!!!

By reflex I immediately approached my mother and said to my father

"Don't hit mom." I said while crying.

"What are you ..??? you want to follow!! my father said in a high tone and my father's hand floated to my cheek.

My mother and I were beaten up by my father, my mother in the rambak and her head against the wall I was treated the same by my father. After satisfied my father beat me and mother, he immediately left without saying a single word and then, my mother decided to leave the father that is by returning to her hometown, his, in South Kalimantan precisely in the city of Banjarmasin.

Inevitably, gladly or unhappily I had to go with my mother because I was still Junior and only first class, my mother and I packed up, stuffed all our clothes into a suitcase, and stuffed all our clothes into a suitcase, I also packed all the books

ku, said our mother only bring clothes, books, other important letters that do not need to be brought.

The next day I went to school and it was my last day at that school, and I said goodbye to my friends Rini and Tiara.

"Wulan Seriously you want to go back to Kalimantan?" With a sad face Rini tried to ask me.

"Let's go with my mother to Kalimantan" I said

"need to seriously leave???? I am sad to hear you want to go home to Kalimantan, well. I gw gk can meet and play with you again dong" said Tiara while rubbing his eyes that began to glaze over.

"Yes, ha,, ha,,, ha, rich I want to die if I don't see you again, we can still call Ra"

"Why did it have to be so sudden?." Tiara asked, but I did not answer that question because if I answered, I would feel even more sad.

I did not say goodbye to the teachers and the teachers did not know that I was going to move, because no one wanted to take care of my school transfer letter so the teachers deliberately did not tell me.

Right on Sunday at 15:00 the plane that Mom and I were taking off on. During my time on the plane I just kept quiet and stared at the window of the plane, I was born in Banjarmasin but

I grew up in Jakarta, so naturally I felt very sad when I had to leave this Capital City

leaving friends and memories in this city. I started

I looked at my mother and asked my mother

"Why don't you stay

and stay at Brother's place." My speech.

"No wulan, I don't want to bother you

your brother, besides your brother is already married, mother does not want to burden him, he said,

after all, grandma was alone there too, no one accompanied her." Add

mother again.

Hearing my mother's words, I was silent

and started staring at the window. Finally our plane landed safely

and mom got off the plane to the airport we immediately picked up

our stuff, me and my mom, went to the exit and my mom ordered one

Taxi to banjarmasin, the distance from the airport to my hometown

not too far maybe about 40 minutes if the road is smooth.

My mom and I finally got home

my grandmother greeted us with happy tears. Just thought in

my mind oh like this is Banjarmasin his house is unique many houses are made

from wood but can not collapse Well, at that time I thought because of wood

I could be weathered at the age I said to my grandmother.

"Good yes, the house is unique from

my grandmother laughed at my words

and said.

"This is a typical wood in Kalimantan

his name is ulin wood the older he gets the stronger he is."

"Oh so, grandma."

Answer me while looking around.

"Call Mbah Don't call grandma

nduk."

Although We Were Born in Banjarmasin but

we are not natives of Kalimantan We are all Javanese.

"Oh yes, yes." My answer.

I started to walk around the house though

from the wood of my house is quite large I look around the room of my grandmother's house

on the walls there are many works of art such as puppet paintings, and

there are several shadow puppets that are made into displays, the jaw culture feels very

condensed, until I entered the kitchen room a scene that I thought was a bit strange

and it's a little creepy in my kitchen there are some doors and

the windows turned out to be a courtyard as well as a small river behind the kitchen,

the river and the courtyard were bounded by a tall and pointed wooden fence.

On the side of the wooden fence I saw

it looks like it's a grave and there's a big tree and I saw it

like a tree or or in Banjar language it is my Kapuk tree

started asking my mom.

"Bah behind this grave huh?"

"Yes Nduk, this is a special graveyard of people

who was here if he died in his grave here"

"Is it not night time?"

"Hahaha, no, mbah

it's been years here Wulan has been used to" replied my mother with a laugh.

I began to think hard at the answer from my mother, but yes, I did, I looked around the cemetery and my gaze was directed at the big tree. Before I entered this house I had heard a rather strange story including about the palanquin tree behind my house.

According to the information of those around me, no one dared to cut down the tree until it was finally getting bigger and covered by shrubs if like a banyan tree supposedly there are people who dare to cut down eventually the person was sick did not heal and finally died, whether it was a coincidence or actually I did not know the truth.

Evening arrived at the house of Mbah who in the day mediocre, mediocre, now it starts to feel strange and rather gripping every time I go to the bathroom I always feel creepy because the bathroom is in the kitchen and when I want to go to the bathroom suddenly I see the door of the room taking a closed bath myself I thought maybe it was my mom in the bathroom so I waited for a few minutes, but strangely from the inside there was no sound so I decided to knock on the door.

Tok... stok ..

"Mbah .. has not?." My words but no answer not long before my mother approached me from behind and

said.

"Why nduk?"

I was shocked because the appearance even behind me instead of from the bathroom I began to ask Mbah.

"lhoo kok mbah can come out instead

in the bathroom?"

“So I saw mbak enter and lock

bathroom door”

I smiled and answered the question

my.

"You are nduk, not yet night has digress it is indeed sometimes the door is difficult to open" replied my mother while.

opened the bathroom door and strangely the door was open when I tried to push but it was like in the key from the inside.

"Oh yes, that's it

mba" Replied.

Without thinking, I went to the room

I took a shower and started going into my bedroom with my mom.