The House in the Middle of Sawah

Banyan House

It turns out that Mr. Lik's house is located Febi quite far from the city. An hour's drive away, we continued to drive north. He said it was located at the foot of the mountain bordering the district next door. I was a little bit wast right now. If there were one class who saw me piggybacking Febi like this, it would be a prolonged rumor.

"And, I sleepy e, nyari coffee yuk bentar", pinta Febi, wake me from the daydream.

"OK", I answered briefly.

I'm looking for a coffee shop on the side of the road where it's okay, wiggling. After finding a cool place to coffee I parked the bike in the shade. I ordered iced tea, while Febi ordered a cup of bitter coffee.

"Well, do you like coffee pahitan?", I asked in wonder.

"Emm, I really didn't like this. Well, there's one incident where my body is like someone's got so excited", Febi sipped his coffee.

"Keep on?", I wonder.

"I stick with my consciousness that is, but I have different habits, one of which is yes, like bitter coffee, until now finally" explained Febi, I'm a beard.

After a while of chatting and relaxing, the glass was empty our drink was already toilet. Then I paid and we continued on. Just this time I visited the area here, it does not look much different than my home area. After a bend to his thousand times finally Febi asked to slow down the speed of the bike. He pointed at the house on the right of the street that stood alone around the dense banyan tree. Joglo-shaped house with green paint that is quite striking.

"We arrived" said Febi steady.

"Yes, it's always nice and the house is always quiet" replied Febi. A moment later Febi walked towards the door which had two carved door leaves looking ancient.

"Assalamualaikum Mr Lik? Lek Wo's? Kulo nuwuunn . .", Febi said a greeting while knocking on the door. One minute, two minutes, up to five minutes remain silent. There was no answer, no sign of anyone in the house.

"Kayak e emang again no one at home", Febi turned her head while grimacing, still looking sweet.

"We're just sitting here and, uh, we're waiting" Febi said. I nodded in agreement.

Scroll watch, eleven o'clock exactly. Our trip was almost two hours. I sat on one of the wooden chairs on the porch. In this house the plant that looks dominant is banyan. Starting from the bonsai lined in pots, to the large one on the left right of the house, and the most visible is the big one right in the middle of the yard. The breath roots of the banyan tree look like they are waving when blown by the wind. Maybe if the night is pretty scary to be here too.

Twelve hours less than five minutes, heard from a distance the sound of a two-stroke motor, approaching. Seen the fathers wearing udheng (a kind of headband) piggybacking piles of grass. And on top of the heap of grass sat comfortably mother-busy, perhaps his wife. So from a distance seen the body of the mother nongol high behind the father. They turned to the side of the house. A few moments later the front door opened. The mother who opened with a friendly smile.

"Son Febiii, let's go in. ..nggu lama yo?", asked the mother, whom I estimated to be about thirty-five years old.

Febi immediately shook hands and hugged the mother.