Short Story (Cerpen)

Adventure Searching for Carrot Farm

Category: Ghost Horror Short story

Title: The Adventure of Finding a Carrot Garden

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It has been raining all day in my village today. Yesterday was all day. I miss the presence of the sun. The rain always stopped after Maghrib so the sun had no chance to come out of hiding. The road on the muddy, understand the name is also the village road is unpaved. But the rain is very comfortable for sleeping, the air is cool, it will certainly be sound.

On a beautiful morning. The sun began to welcome new souls from its night rest.

'Flooding.flooding, ' sounds from obscure sources.

I still want to linger on the beach kapuk. In my wishful thinking it was just a voice in my dreams.

Unfortunately, Mom woke me up because the flood was knee high. 'Jege! Mara jege! Bede flood, ' said mother.

'Ah... squid,' I replied without opening my eyelids.

Mom kept waking me up and finally she doused me. I was shocked and woke up. Weleh-weleh, again a nice dream built, wet anyway, uh sprayed too.

'Flood yeah! Angry tolongi slametaghi reng-bheng!' sentak Mom.

With the weight of my eyes I help my mother. Thank God the flood is receding but my mother's speech is still not finished. Em, so it hurts my ears.

Suddenly 'guess thumped into thud' the sound from behind the kitchen. I immediately went out and looked for the source of the sound. It turned out that the sound of the footsteps of the villagers who were again being flushed.

'Bedeh napa, nom?', I asked one of the others.

'Sumi, Beng, potrana Mak Lopes pumpkin ka songai tasellem ta' e temmo, ' said Mr. Ma'on. Hearing Mr. Ma'on's reply I turned my back in surprise and took 1000 steps to tell Mom.

'Bok..Bok..Ebok. The front room, living room, kitchen, bathroom, begasi, warehouse, stall, but did not meet also.

'Toeng weng weng!' mom hit me in the head with a spoon. 'Oh, sick, mom!' I said curling up in pain as I stroked the heads of many stars.

'Check bede and depor. Bede what? Ma' rowuh!!!' sweet Mother Chirping.

'Sssutt!' I cried stopping my mother's chatter so it wouldn't get wider. Later can get anywhere including things that have been definitely read again. Huh!

'Sumi tasellem ta' e temmo, ' I said.

'Ca'en sweep?' ask mom surprised.

'Ruah gi' buru ca'en reng-fing neng budien se died ka songai, ' I replied.

'Ye wes go ahead!' take mom.

'Majuh tolongi!' my answer.

'Terro tasellemma keya be'en? Be'en beih ta' taoh alangngoy, ' said the mother.

'Oh.. iye.. ye.', I replied grinning while scratching my head.

Sumi has not seen each other for 3 days. Mak Lopespun only lamented the loss of his only child, the one he loved so much. The villagers continue to search for Sumi, while holding a joint do'a for Sumi's safety. The villagers had assumed that Sumi was gone and would never see her again, but Mak Lopes believed that Sumi would live and would meet.

Tonight I thought of Sumi. I always ask her how she is. I miss him. I miss the moments with him. When we play together, when we fight over banana leaves, when we go to school together, and all the memories with Sumi. I remember all that. All of those memories were vividly reflected in my memory. Maybe because I went to his house this afternoon and heard Mak Lopes's story about him.

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In the middle of a silent night without stars I walked down a dark street, only one color I could see, black. I kept walking like I was looking for something. Until I finally arrived at a garden like a carrot garden.

Suddenly my stomach crisps, asking to be filled. Suddenly from above something fell. I took it and I palpated it from the shape of something it was a carrot. I haven't eaten it yet, someone suddenly called me. I searched for the source of the sound and kept looking.

In my search, in the sky and in the pitch suddenly a voice made me gasp in surprise and run away, 'Fin, I'm here.'.

Wuuuaahhhahaa, I ran away scared to get away from the creature, suddenly the creature was in front of me, 'Do not be afraid, Fin!'.

'How the story goes I can't be afraid of a girl wearing a long robe, her hair unraveling, her face pale. Sarap bin stress is a creature, ' I grumbled in my heart.

'Ga. ga may', I replied.

'Fin, it's Sumi, ' she replied.

'Really?' I asked by looking away.

'Yes right, trust me!' her door.

'Why are you dressed like this?' my many.

'Why? Cool huh?' askalanya.

'Cool from hong kong?! Wah sarap bin stress you! Why don't you go home anyway?' my many.

'Who did I say I didn't go home?' ask Sumi back.

He paused for a moment then sighed deeply. 'Fin, I come home every day but you never pay attention to me, you don't care about me anymore, you never answer my calls again, you don't wipe my tears when I cry, said Sumi while crying tears, ' Sumi said.

'Sumi, your mother has always loved you, your mother has lost you so much, ' I replied while wiping away Sumi's tears.

'Really?', asked Sumi.

'Yes', Reply.

'If you really love me, she will look for me, ' Sumi said.

'He's been looking for you everywhere, sending a lot of people down every river, Sum, ' I said.

'Tell Mom I'll wait here until tomorrow before the sun goes down. If not, I will disappear, he replied.

'This is a garden, precisely a garden of carrots, ' he replied,

'Carrots? But Sum, as far as I know the carrot is the tubers and the fruit is in the ground, but this is how rich' mango tree? The fruit hangs rich leaves mango leaves too. Weirdo!' I said at length.

'Yes, just look for a garden of carrot trees, ' Sumi replied.

Suddenly Sumi disappeared along with the sound of chuckling laughter that made my hair stand up. I was confused, I called her name, Sumi. Not funny, Sum! Sumi. Sumi, I'm scared! Sumi... Sum, where are you?'

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'Suarrr…!!!' again, my mother doused me. I jerked up and, 'Flood.' flood…'.

'Jege!' pinta Mother's.

Hearing Mom's thunderous voice I was shocked by furniture. At that moment, I realized it was just a dream. But this seems like a clue, there is no harm in being followed. I rushed out of the house towards Sumi's house. 'Mom, I went to Sumi's house, ' I said.

Mom chased me to Sumi's house. Mom pulled me home. Good thing Mak Lopes heard my call and went out to see me. I immediately shared my dream about Sumi following Sumi's message to Mak Lopes. Unfortunately, hihil, futile, useless. No one believes me, neither Mom nor Mak Lopes. Huh!

In fact, logically a carrot tree garden is impossible. Is it true that the carrot in my dream was just my imagination? Especially in Pamekasan area like this there is no farmer who grows carrots, because certainly will not grow. Where could there be a carrot garden in this salty land?

Armed with a do'a to God just hoping for his riddho and with the words of Sumi in a dream last night I set out to find the garden of the carrot tree, alone. Because no one in my village believed my words, my own mother was no exception. Don't forget I brought a bottle of 2-liter mineral water and a banana for lunch.

To be honest I was confused where I should move my legs. I was still silent at the crossroad. I really don't remember the road I walked last night. I kept trying to remember it, digging deep into my memory and draining my energy to remember the last night's path I walked. In fact, I can't, nil.

O Allah guide the servant. Where can I put this foot. Somehow it seems like my feet want to go in a direction I don't know which way. Is it west, east, north, or south? I kept following where this leg wanted to go.

I finally got to Ronggosukowati. The area around the pendopo is shady, the air gently caresses this body, spoiling me with the wind. There are many planted trees. On the left right of the entrance to the pendopo planted with large asem trees. Once the tree is swaying, the wind can hypnotize to sleep comfortably, especially the falling fruit if chosen can immediately get a sack, it also tastes good. Asem asem.

I laid my body under one of the achem trees intending to unwind from my 10-kilo-meter journey.

Suddenly a little boy came up to me and woke me up. Then I followed where the boy had set his little foot. We walk towards Arek Lancor, the town square in Pamekasan. I guess the boy will take me to the Grand Mosque of Asy Syuhada' because adzhan dzhur will soon reverberate.

I have not had time to tell the child that now I am not allowed to pray (haid). It turns out he's not headed for the mosque. But at once the road that me and the boy were passing by was getting more complicated and strange, the road was deserted, just the two of us. The road is hard to remember. To the right, to the left, to the left again, to the left, there is a fork, there is a bridge, there is a cemetery, there is a river, there is a rice field, a muddy road, paved roads, anyway complete. I still continued to follow him despite the big question mark in my mind, 'Where is this story going?'.

Until finally me and the boy arrived at an old, manicured, dusty building, its walls slum, and its many cobwebs. I invited him into the building. He let me in first and then he disappeared. I'm confused, but I'm not too pinched over the absence of the child, it's possible that his name is also children, most also go to play.

I opened that door and 'aaarkhhghhk!!!' I stepped on something. I felt things under my feet, chewy like meat. My sweat began to pour, the cold heat of my body temperature, dag dig dug my heart beat, woke my hair.

Although I was still frightened but I kept trying to be strong and continued my search. Trying to forget what I'm stepping on, but I forget that the meat I'm stepping on is hairy. Wkwkwk, it turns out to be a mouse. Wuahahahaaa, I am amused by rats. I ran out of the room but it seemed that it had deliberately made me stay inside, as if narrowing my way out, closing all the gaps to the point that my breath was wheezing. My mouth, hands, and feet were stiff, I could not move, except my heart. With all these limitations I pray to Allah, many times I mention His asthma and ask for His protection. Thank God I finally got out of that building.

Quickly I got away from the building, ran as fast as I could to the brakes blong. 'Swoop 'Jeduk! Gak gik gukhkhkhkh gukhkh, I hit a tree. The immune response on my forehead was directly red bumps that if suppressed sakiiit. Uncompleted my chest pain the fruit of that tree that was as big as a coconut fell on my head, 'Toeng toeng weng weng weng'. It hurts, it hurts again.

I took the fruit and it turned out to be a carrot. I saw the tree and its fruits. Well, here's what I'm looking for. Carrots whose fruit hangs. Hooray, hooray, hurrah, I jump happily. Soon I looked for Sumi while calling her, 'Sum, Sumi, I came. Come home! Sumi, where are you? Sumi, get out! I'm Fina, Sum.'. I kept looking for it until I found a river.

Sumi was carried away by the river. I wanted to help him by crossing but I couldn't swim. As a result, I was still running along the river current carrying Sumi. Sometimes I try to help him with branches but fail and fail, and so on. The sunlight began to dim the jet clouds began to peek.

The stream brought Sumi home. Behind Sumi's house there is a river and that's where Sumi drowned. Arriving behind Sumi's house I shouted for help while holding Sumi with a twig from the bridge. I kept shouting as loud as I could until my voice was gone. No one heard my screams. Finally I took a stone and I threw it on the tile of Sumi's house and the other residents.

'Woy, what's wrong?' angry cries of a citizen. 'Same Number', ka'dinto! Nyo'on please!' my door to Uncle Sama'. Uncle Sama' went straight to the river and asked for help. Finally the residents came and lifted Sumi from the river.

Description of the Meaning of the Word:

Alangngoy: Swimming

Anom: Uncle

Be'en: You

Bede: There

Ca'en: Words

Cc: Mother

Embeng: Nak (common call for girls)

Cuck: I

Griduh: Crowded

Jege: Wake up

Ka'dinto: Come here

Pumpkin: Fall

Go forward: Come on (Go)

Mara: Come (Request)

Nyampad: Throw

Nyo'on: Request

Potra: Child

Sapa: Who

Tasellem: Sank

Temmo: Meet

Terro: You