
The car drove away from the city where I lived. Along the way bang Parlin looked very agitated, he seemed very afraid and worried if something happened to this Jum.
Seeing the unsettled bang Parlin my heart began to piqued, my curiosity grew even more passionate who exactly is this Jum? why bang Parlin was so panicked and wanted to go home soon after hearing the news about Jum when yesterday when I invited him back to the village he refused on the grounds of wanting to enjoy a honeymoon with me, is that as important as Jum to him? does Jum mean more than me? I want to cry to imagine that Jum is a very valuable person in the heart of bang Parlin and I have no meaning when compared in Jum.
My heart is restless not because finally a prank I sent a message to Widya my friend who comes from Java.
"Wid, who do we think Jum is?"
I sent Widya a message hoping her answer would ease my mind.
Not long heard the incoming message I'm sure it was a reply from Widya.
"Your enemy" Widya's reply read.
Short reply but leaves tightness in the chest. I hope Widya's reply lightens my mind but it turns out that it's getting me choked.
"Ngawur you Wid," I replied with I added a red-faced emoticon.
"That ngawur it's you Sin, you should have asked your husband instead of asking me then I asked who tried," Widya replied this time also made me realize.
It's true what Widya said I should have asked Bang Parlin directly why I should ask someone who has nothing to do with the matter.
I finally gathered up my courage and asked Bang Parlin who Jum really was rather than me being constantly troubled by worries.
"Who is Jum?" ask me on the Parlin bang who still looks restless.
"Wait to get to the village you will know for yourself" replied bang Parlin.
I was getting annoyed and finally I decided to choose silence and not ask a lot of questions.
Along the way we were more silent, we dissolved in each other's minds, occasionally I lyrics bang Parlin who still clearly visible anxiety on his face.
Turns out the journey to the village of Bang Parlin is very far. After almost traveling for eleven hours we finally arrived at Kerek village one of the villages in the far reaches of Tuban city in east Java. It's true what bang Parlin said I've been feeling tired before I got to the destination, we still continue the journey about twenty minutes from Kerek village to reach my husband's village is very remote name Tengger village here the signal is very difficult deserves bang Parlin said that I won't stay here. It's worth bang Parlin using old-fashioned internet phones are still rare that can be accessed here, he said, even want to call we have to go down first to the new kerek village there is a signal my husband's village is included in the highlands.
In the middle of the journey I saw many dogs wandering whether it was a stray dog or a domestic dog that obviously I was afraid of dogs really this one animal makes me cringe especially if I see the eyes and tongue stuck out I'm really scared.
"Still keep your brother's house away?" my many.
"There will be a mosque next to my house in about seven minutes" Bang Parlin explained to me.
I nodded our nods to arrive at the village of Bang Parlin at exactly 9 am and here it looks very crowded with cattle many herders who are pasting their livestock, he said, there are those who while playing flute on the back of his cow there are those who are sitting relaxed while watching the cow that is eating, cow that is eating, here I feel the peaceful atmosphere without the hustle and bustle of vehicles and passing like in Bogor which is crowded with traffic jams.
"Stop in front of Mas" said Bang Parlin gave direction to the driver.
"Let's get down we've arrived" said bang Parlin.
The air feels very fresh not far from where I stand there is a very spacious garden and full of plants distance maybe this plantation belongs to bang Parlin thought I.
Bang Parlin also invited the driver to enter the house and rest first but the rental car driver refused he preferred to go home immediately because after this there was still business.
After the driver left we went into a house that looked simple but comfortable there was a sense of peace in my heart to live here even though the distance of the nearest neighbor's house was almost forty kilos.
"Assalamualaikum" said Bang Parlin, knocking on the door.
Not long ago it sounded legitimate from inside the house.
"Waallaikum salam,"
I could hear footsteps approaching the door and soon the door opened and saw my Father-in-law standing there staring at us in shock.
"You go home and you don't care for Lin, come on in" said the father as he invited us in.
"Surprise sir" replied bang Parlin.
I also follow bang Parlin who is sitting in a rattan chair or used to call a braid.
"You must have heard the news about Jum" my father-in-law told bang Parlin.
"Yes sir" replied Bang Parlin.
"Where is Jum Pak now?" continued.
"There is in the backyard, I've guessed that no one will be able to take you home suddenly unless it concerns the Jum," said the father while chuckling.
I also clucked, too, I'm very gregeten the same Jum has made a bang Parlin in the fog turns out he was again delicious in the backyard wanted it to feel like I came to him and grabbed the hair of this Jum let him know the taste because he has made my husband in the fog.
"I want to see Jum Pak" said bang Parlin standing up and I followed him.
"You're here only Dik the Jum is jealous he will rampage when he sees me close to women" said Bang Parlin forbid me to come along.
I also do not want to obey bang Parlin is good what is the point of me coming far away to here and let bang Parlin reminisce and kangen kangeen with other women when I was also nearby not I will ever allow it.
"No Bang I want to come," I said firmly.
Even Bang Parlin could not resist my wish, so she finally allowed me to come with her.
"Alright you can come along but keep the distance later a bit away from me because I'm afraid the Jum berserk," said bang Parlin.
For a while I nodded in approval which is important for now I know how this Jum looks like which can make Bang Parlin in a fog.