Secret Alit

The Mystery Behind the Calamity - Part 2

That morning, Ireng ran around following me through the park. The fresh air I breathe is felt when I walk. I had to wait for Ireng who was looking for her favorite lemongrass leaves. I kind of stopped him from playing far away. He then followed me after satisfied eating lemongrass buds around the garden. Ireng was seen walking towards the courtyard of grandma's house and I continued my steps towards the stop. I ran small to get to the highway. Arlo also left early in the morning and picked me up at the stop.

Lately, I've been interested in old school stories from my grandmother's experience. Yesterday, in the afternoon we only had an hour to tell a story because I had to do my routine work watering plants. Especially Kak Luni's favorite flower tree, if not fresh I will run out of her address.

Sometimes Kak Luni helped her cook and prepare dinner. Sometimes, Arlo and Aciel also do work at home. But among us, it seems that Aciel is the most deft. He seemed to have gotten used to begging berberes at his house.

Everyone has a different background. A person is born in a certain environment so as to equip himself with each.

"Why am I an appraiser of others like this?" I muttered to myself. While thinking about things that are not pentin, I did not feel I reached the highway stop. Arlo was waiting on his bike.

"It's a very relaxing walk" said Arlo. He doesn't know that there are a lot of things on my mind.

"Have you been waiting a long time?" I said.

"Ngga, at most 5 minutes. I saw you walking so slowly" he replied with a smile.

"Oh.. it turns out that from earlier you were concerned constantly," I teased him.

"Yuk road," he said as he thrust out a helmet. "I picked it up again, yeah."

"okay!" My answer.

Though I want grandma to continue that disconnected story. If there's Arlo, it's gonna be delayed again. But I can't refuse Arlo, because I'm happy to spend time with him.

I became curious about the people of old times, like grandmother for example. He has a myriad of interesting stories, especially in the eyes of people who are not contemporaries with grandma.

Grandma's story does mark her time. Always contain the philosophy to be more friendly with nature, such as more humane in treating birds of the knee.

In the era of ancient times, grandmothers and Old Man considered the dream as an implied meaning. The message contained can always be taken. To keep birds, one must understand the conditions. Does the bird feel comfortable or not with its owner and environment? In the current situation, there may be less people considering it.

People who have a lot of money and can afford to buy knees for expensive. But the knee is lacking in affection. Everything is just for the pleasure of its owner. The knee is only placed in a nice cage, which the owner probably thinks is sufficient.

On the way to school, I was hugged by Arlo while thinking about life in the era of grandmother, grandfather, and the Old Man. I don't think I've reached school.

Suddenly, I remembered Naya's smile. I have rarely met him. I miss Naya too with her pleasant attitude. Also with an invisible little boy who lives in his beloved doll. They all have their own stories that might be interesting to tell. But it's hard to tell their stories one by one.

"Alit, it's here. Daritadi continued," Arlo's voice woke up my daydream.

I got off and gave the helmet to Arlo.

"Bad. I'll see you later this afternoon" Arlo waved his hand and turned on his bike.

***

After school, I got back to Arlo. Arriving home, I headed straight to the kitchen to dance the food. Grandma cooks egg and sambal. Me, Grandma, and Arlo had lunch together. We talked three. And as I suspected, the story was delayed. If there was Arlo, the story would be less exciting. He is not interested in ancient stories, but rather is interested in more practical contemporary things.

Chatting about current things is also exciting actually, for example about the school music scene that has not been long. However, the story becomes very limited, as Arlo and Grandma's tastes are much different. So it's hard to connect. Most importantly for me, Arlo and grandma can be happy to laugh until it's time for Arlo to come home.

"Pamit first yes, Grandma. It's late in the afternoon" Arlo shakes hands and kisses Grandma's hand.

I drove him out until the front yard where his bike was parked. After that, I returned to the small garden in the house to take care of Kak Luni's flowers.

Then I did another routine job. That is preparing dinner, bathing, and waiting for Kak Luni, papa and mama to come home.

Tomorrow Arlo just deliver early in the morning, then in the afternoon he has to go for motorbike service. So, I have time to listen to the continuation of grandma's story.

"Come on, Nek, continue the story," I said excitedly.

"To what extent was the story yesterday" said the grandmother.

"That's the story of the Old Man about the mystery behind the fire of the restaurant owned by Mr. Big Dipper," I said.

"Grandmother must remember the first conversation of the Old Man with your grandfather," said the grandmother. "The old man was familiar with the Big Dipper who suffered from the fire."

***

Old Man told me that Big Dipper likes to go to places that can bring wealth. He has explored various boarding places. In addition to aiming to find wealth suddenly, he also adventured to gain experience. Maybe I want to compare

one with the other is related to the light weight of the reward or the tumbar.

The owner of the restaurant named Mr. Big Dipper was once invited by someone who also wanted to find a treat. The owner of the restaurant met the old man, the owner of Padepokan. His appearance was white-haired to his beard. When there are guests, he sits on a throne in the form of a large stone that is in a higher place than his guests. The paddle is in the hills, so the place is cool and beautiful trees.

There are several wooden bench-like chairs for the guests. As a first step, the Padepokan owner ensures the seriousness and purpose of his guests in undergoing the ritual. Before finally he mentioned the conditions that must be obeyed by the prospective perpetrator. Moments after inviting his guests, he disappeared.

The parents of the owner of the store were very friendly to let his guests sit on the bench available there while enjoying the fresh mountain air. Mr. Big Dipper and his friend named Mr. Aman long wait until noon, so they both can not resist sleepiness.

The two men were sleepy on the wooden bench. Suddenly Mr. Big Dipper woke up, shocked to hear the boy whimpering and looking for the origin of the sound.

"Sir, whose voice is it?" Ask Mr. Big Dipper to Mr. Aman who was with him at that time.

"There are no people. In this place there are only three of us, the owner of the store, me and Mr. Big Dipper," he replied.

"Ah.. l'm the only one who hears? How could I be the only one listening?" said wonder. "The voice was near and endlessly like one in pain."

"Oh, heavy, my back hurts a lot" he continued. "That voice is heard again, you don't hear it?"

"I heard nothing but silence in this remote place" he said.

Sir, that voice was very close, a shrill groan. I can't bear to hear it" said Mr. Big Dipper. "I will find the origin of the sound, if I do not meet will ask the owner of this store."

Big Dipper looked around the place from his seat. The voice sounded again. He looked up at his chair and saw a child. Apparently, the chair occupied by Mr. Big Dipper turned into a small child.

"Well, what are you doing?" ask Mr. Big Dipper.

Big Dipper looked at his friend, "Look, sir!"

"What to see sir? There is no one in this quiet place" said friend Mr. Big Dipper.

"This is sir" he said, pointing to the boy whose seat had originally been placed. "Oh, my back hurts a lot."

Big Dipper, speechless, his body feels stiff. For a while after the moans were heard, he only realized that the boy was curled up under his chair. The boy was very thin, was in a squatting position and had his head bowed. The Big Dipper suddenly saw a beautiful sight.

The chair he was sitting on turned into that boy. Big Dipper looked at the boy and he floated as he sat down and the boy's position. In his shadow appeared Mr. Big Dipper had occupied the back and nape of the boy.

"It is only fitting that he is in pain, that boy who bears such a heavy burden can break his bones" said Mr. Big Dipper. "Who is that boy? I'll look at the tormented boy's face."

Instantly, various questions appeared in his mind.

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