The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug
neighbor's mouth
The rhythm of Javanese music is still playing beautifully, inviting anyone who hears it to dance. And indeed the sinden medjamsari is participating in a thin –. But not with Adel. He looked serious about his phone. While smiling – smile yourself.
“Ciee, the semalem delivered using pajero. More sumringah aja nih” goda his friend sindennya.
Adel did not answer, he just smiled as he released his tongue. It looks adorable that way.
“Iya ih, have fixed it, the Budinya mas make me” chirped Tati
“Wuidih, acquaintance also not yet. Main ‘make me’ aja” please Adel
“Budi it, who?” ask another friend.
“A, Nike. The night of the week” replied Tati.
“Oh, who sits with her that?”
“Iya”
“It's also handsome, Ti, the guy”
“Makanya. If Adel already has Luki mas, Budinya mas for me”
Adel did not answer. Again – again he's curling his tongue. This time accompanied joget – small jog, following the rhythm of the song, ‘mendung tanpo udan’.
“Ah, but I'm not sure, Ti” Nike chirps.
“Not sure what?” ask Tati.
“Adel is right, not a double eye. If it is rich nyari, is it, Luki which number is trying? Aren't there a lot of dirty guys who took him? In fact?” answer Nike.
“Bener also sih” comments Tati.
“Eh, Del, girls can only hold one, can not be more. Time to be pulled two – both?” tati continued.
“Kan new gebet, not yet to pelaminan. Sure, dong? Hi hi hi” replied Adel.
“Wah, not really nih” exciting Tati.
“Friday, playgirlnya”
“Ha ha ha ha”
“Eh but, why doesn't he nganter you, anyway. It's a long way from your house. Last night I delivered” asked Nike.
“He went to college, lah. My driver's email, mulu” pick-up anther
“Oh, where?”
“Di solo”
“Oh, solo person. Very much playing, until pacitan”
“There's. Hi hi hi hi”
“Wah, – secret ” secrecy all now<TAG1>
“Iya ih” sahut Tati.
Adel did not answer. His gaze was sidetracked by the voice of the host. After this, it was her turn to perform the song. He prepared to stand up and get on stage.
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Today it looks so good. Various efforts to get work back, have not yet produced results. If he wanted to go back to work before, he had not dared to.
Not yet made a decision, his father's voice re-echoed in his dreamland. It freaked him out in the middle of the night blind.
"Well, it's stacked up. Yes, it's.from the bengong nggan clear"
In order to eliminate mischief, Budi took the initiative to wash his dirty clothes. There were two other buckets that also contained dirty clothes. Who else if you don't have a mother and her sisters. All of you, he thought. Not much of this.
Yes already, Budi took all the clothes – dirty clothes. Although he had chuckled when he saw the difference in underwear belonging to his mother and sister, he decided to throw away – away the dirty thoughts.
It only took an hour, to finish the job of washing it. Now Budi is ready to dry it. Her feelings were a bit uneasy as she saw many mothers – mothers were gathering at the neighboring house, right in front of her house.
A woman exclaimed while pointing at her bud. Dai is one of three mothers – mothers who yesterday also talked about her family.
“Bene, bu RT. My WC is clogged, her septic tank is full. Nyari stool sucker no nemu – nemu” replied budenya.
“Just tell nyedot” another exciting.
“Hiii, ha ha ha. Weekkk”
“Nyedot eek”
“Jijik, hii” exciting others again.
“Kalo you want, tomorrow to home yes. Pay problem, just calm down. I love bonus deh” said budenya.
“Wuiiih, loving bonus, Bud. What's the bonus, madam?” ledek Bu RT's.
“Eek. Claim me, bener” replied budenya.
“Hiii, ha ha ha ha”
“Eeek, tank. Ha ha ha ha ha. Hiiii, wueeek” another ledek.
In my heart, I began to feel sad. But he tried to use his logical mind. The important thing has not been to mention his mother's name, he tried to calm down. He stays on his activities, drying laundry.
“Hem”.
He found a way to get back at their throats. A way that does not use violence, but it seems, will have a big effect. When hanging a hanger on a clothesline, he pretended – melhat something inside his neighbor's house. He stared straight at her with his body silent. Like someone who sees something magical.
“Eh, you are yes, invited to talk even glared. Glaring what ha?” shouted budenya.
But Budi was still silent. He acted as if he was fixated, and could not move something out of fear.
“Hoe, I'm the same you budek” shouted budenya again.
“Yes, the jongos. Brave now yes, same bu Kusno” added bu RT
“Iya, belagu very much a boy. Eh boy, you should be aware of yourself, thank you already told Ms. RT. Instead of glaring at gitu” another exclaim.
“Emang she doesn't know herself. His mother is brave. His mother was told to sell, the result was he who ate. Woe, weigh just can eat eek – eat eek, don't be smart deh you” add another again.
“Mbah, mbah”
Like want to say something, or someone's name, while pointing to the door behind the mother – mother. His face was made as if he saw a sinister figure.
“What do you see?” ask a mom – mom. He looked at the door, he saw nothing. But he looks scared.
“Iya, what the hell?” ask the others.
One by one they started looking back. They seem to understand what Budi is saying. About the magical figure, which is legendary in this village.
“Mbah, mbah, mbah”
I still say that with fear. Make mom – mom it shifts slowly from door direction. The shift of some people seemed to give a clearer view for Budi. He showed a face as if his guess was correct.
“MBAH BELEEEH”
He screamed while running towards the house. He even pretended – pura tripped to a somersault. Reach all moms – mom was running ridge, so heard the name ‘mbah beleh’ called.
Beleh, in Javanese, means slaughter. Mbah beleh, meaning a grandfather – grandfather whose job as a slaughterer. In this village, there is a legend story told down – generations about the figure of this Mbah beleh.
That said, there used to be a grandfather – grandfather who worked as an animal slaughterer. Be it cut chicken, goat, to cow. One day, he got bullied by his neighbor while he was slaughtering a cow. His intention was only joking.
Naas, when the grandfather fell, his machete slipped out of the sheath, and as the grandfather rolled – bolsters, his machete eyes rubbed his throat until his throat was cut off, and died.
Told, the figure was occasionally seen in the village. That said, he was looking for the person who had bullied him to death. A creepy figure with a machete unsheathed in his right hand, suddenly became a feared figure in this village. Regardless of whether it is true or just a fictional story, but the majority of the villagers believe it.
Including mother –ibu who was mocked Budi to such an ugly. Stories that have been attached to their ears since childhood, true – made them afraid when the name of the figure was called. Inside the house, I laughed without a sound.
Budenya, who is famous for judes and fierce, was very afraid of the figure of Mbah beleh. Great success this time he, returned their ignorance without having to hurt or make a scene.
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