T O H's

Puppetry of the Puppet

Special Chapter

This chapter is dedicated to my beloved Arsy...

In the southernmost area of Mojokembang village precisely in the last fork in the Rt area. 08, Rw. 02 right next to the T-junction stands handsomely a shady mango tree next to it again lined up in sequence ranging from star fruit trees to guava trees in the North.

Behind the lined trees there is a simple house facing west and facing the rice fields that stretched wide with dense rice plants that almost yellowed.

A simple overview of the home of a renowned author he said of Novel T O H from a famous Noveltoon application.

In front of the road facing west there is a small window two sides brown behind a thick guava tree. Behind the window was a small room with dim lighting of five Watt a little evening.

On the mattress fitting under the window without a bed is left just like that in the order of the floor tackles have been rather dull. The Dalang T O H seemed to hold his head rather dizzy thinking about what he should write for the next chapter in the novel he was writing.

While dozens of files in his phone several times he deleted and some of the paper he had torn scattered around it full of scribbles like a story that was not so well. Sometimes he rubbed his hair a sign of his imagination was dead end not flowing and inspiration never come.

“Aduh how this goes, my mind can not work this Yes Allah,” grumbled The Dalang was a bit upset.

For a moment yes start to stand, “Ah yes have coffee first us,” screams rebuking empty in a room full of silence, because the night has been in the middle of the afternoon.

Up to a room south of the middle room right in front of his sister's room. A door to the kitchen opened.

Black.., um...,

The sound of the door open rather he slammed maybe the mastermind was too deadlocked due to a day of driving because of the demands of his work that must continue on the streets as a trader

Sometimes until noon sometimes until the afternoon he must be willing to rain all day. For one word Happy in the future.

Kletek.., Fr...,

The sound of a spoon spinning inside a glass on a small tray called a limp. Stirring a full hot black coffee brew in a glass stirring clockwise.

After steeping black coffee yes pour on the blisters slowly a little he blow so that no longer hot start the tip of the blisters yes close to his blackened lips.

Because too much smoking by slowly flowing coffee steeping water slid rapidly on the esophagus of the neck towards the pancreas and spread throughout the abdominal space.

“Allhamdulillah, relieved it feels good to taste warm black coffee at midnight,” said the puppeteer sat down while continuing to take a rather long breath

One pack of cigarettes produced by the poor factory has been opened. One rod yes take from the row lined in it. Then he slipped one stick between his lips.

The trigger of the match he pressed slowly, shallowly.., The flame ignited on the front end pleased the cigarette that had been arranged on his lips.

“Oh my love you are a beautiful flower blooming at the end of the island of Sumatra, may Allah give my blessing for me to pick you up or with good destiny and good time we are met in a good place,” he said while slowly sucking a cigarette that has been slipped between the middle finger and index finger.

His name is Arsy a sweet girl who is so beloved mastermind but he was unable to prove anything for his love, because he lived on the eastern tip of the island of Java while his beloved lover was far away on the island of Sumatra.

The puppeteer often tucked a prayer for his love in order to be found beautifully at the end of the link of love between him and the girl Arsy.

A sudden loud mocking voice in between the air was as if propagating from the wind holes above the window.

“Cie-cie, the mastermind fell in love with cie,” said a voice that seemed to resemble the voice of Jaka one of the characters from his novel.

“Loh whatan loh Jaka mocking loh here if you dare to basic wayang durhaka,” snapped The puppeteer.

“Awas ya I made a chapter that all of you are not in love ration same Princess nyahok loh,” said the puppeteer upset.

“What the hell Lang just angry 'not fun ah you Lang,” said Jaka who suddenly appeared beside Dalang who was sitting ogah-ogahan on a chair in front of the dining table.

“Bodok very Jak, go there do not bother anymore need this inspiration me, I,” chirps the puppeteer without turning Jaka next to him and just staring blankly ahead towards the kitchen wall coming from the board rather perplexed.

“Who the hell Lang, who is your boyfriend trying to say let me come later tonight I go to Beby Revelation let me whisper in his sleep that my Dalang really love him,” explained Jaka offers help.

“No need for me to know he loves me and I love him so much,”, said the Dalang exhaled a cigarette from his mouth.

“Oalah Mbak Arsy, Mbak Arsy puppeteer love at the sick Ma'am,” shouted Jaka disappeared back from beside the Dalang.

“Oalah Umi Arsy, Abi is very dear to you,” cried the Mastermind then rose from his seat about to return to the room to continue writing the continuation chapter.

But in the room there is a figure of Haji Kasturi waiting for him, “There is Le, Tole Dalang why don't you up the story T O H. The puppets and readers have been waiting for the continuation of that loh you, I curse to be one of the figures T O H just know you,” grumbled Haji Kasturi while glancing and then disappeared again.

“Ia, he Abah, ferociously Si Abah Kasturi pakek glanced again, people again gallon entertained wapa,” chirp Dalang took hp and then turned on the screen.

“Nah loh died again, hp unfriendly battery pack bulging again die continue to be, Oh God please give me the person who suddenly bought hp, hehehe...,” grumbled Jaka talk mengedumel alone.

“Eh see photos Umi ah in hp maybe can be cool inspiration to continue the story T O H,” said The Dalang turned the phone back on but suddenly hpnya can not be turned on.

“Yes Allah hp, woi hp nyala woi how can I convey my love to you Arsy if hp like this. Hope you understand that I really love you Arsy,” cried the Mastermind.

“Arsy I Love You, Umi Love You ...1000x,” said The Dalang wholeheartedly.