The House in the Middle of Sawah

Dad Home

Without feeling February has passed. Start the month of March with a wide yawn. At six o'clock in the morning was cold and drowsiness that was still very intense. A thin fog covered my yard. The sound of crowing chickens was not as excited as usual, maybe even chickens like me, males got a fever.

From a distance there was the sound of a motor approaching, followed by a beam of lights fluttering the fog. Father home. My father was a cloth merchant in the next town. Because the store is located approximately two hundred kilometers from home, you more often stay at the store. I go home once a month sometimes once a week.

My sister who just woke up immediately greeted the father with a small run, which seemed ready to stumble at any time. The father immediately held it tightly and several times landed a kiss on my sister's forehead. I smiled amused to see it, because it was imagined that at this time I who ran away like it welcomed the father, it would look strange. Maybe it is getting older someone, it will be more awkward to express affection to parents.

"Assalamualaikum. .", I said my greetings while holding my sister.

"Waalaikumsalam", answered me and my mother compact.

Father, Mother and Sister went inside while I was still sitting in the house. The fog that originally looked thin now seems to be getting thicker. It was almost seven in the morning. At 10 I have a lecture hour, after Maghrib there is a broadcast hour as well. Ah, males nyaa today, I thought.

"And, here for a moment lee. .", Ibuk called me. I rushed into the house.

"Dalem buk, what's the matter?", I asked curiously.

"Your father was tired, pegel pegel, later went to college drop by e Lek Jo ya, tell him to come here" Ibuk explained.

Lek Jo is my family's incandescent. The house is not too far away, but to reach Lek Jo's house must be on foot. That's because Lek Jo's house is an uphill path, approximately 200 meters from the village road. The person is friendly with a tall stature. Lek Jo never set a price for his services.

At nine o'clock I'm ready with my Supra. Dandanan necis, ready to go to college and meet Erni. Remembering Erni, my spirit has multiplied many times. I say goodbye to Ibuk and Bapak, while mringas mringis asking for additional pocket money.

"Almost Lek Jo used to be Dan, don't forget" Ibuk said as he stuffed a twenty thousand note into my jacket pocket.

"Pump the buk ready! Here's the money wages call Lek Jo to mean e?", I asked cengengas cengenges.

"Wes cepet budhal Le, later you know", Father chimed, advocating that I immediately leave.

I smiled, nodding in agreement. I turn on my Supra motor, go straight to the gas to meet Erni, uh, meet Lek Jo first. At nine o'clock in the morning a thin fog still enveloped the area here. Through the mist, my jacket looks a little wet. Passing through the green rice fields, there was also the gurgling of river water. I occasionally took a glance at the boulder in the middle of the river where I, Hasan and Irul ran off the ridge because they saw a black hairy creature. I shudder. After that night, I always avoided having a bowel movement at night.

I was on the path to Lek Jo's house. I parked my Supra on the side of the road. Immediately I walked the road to Lek Jo's house. A little slippery because there are some puddles of water. Arriving at Lek Jo's house, it felt empty. The fog is still following me. Several times I knocked on the door and said hello there was no reply from Lek Jo. I waited for about five minutes, still no sign of anyone at home. I decided to continue my journey to campus. Ow Lek Jo where are you??