The House in the Middle of Sawah

Where me???

I opened my eyes, shocked. I was in a strange place. Could I be in another realm? Trying to stand up, my body felt light. I had lost the pain I felt when my body collided with the ground some time ago. What time is it? Scroll the clock on my wrist, the long needle doesn't rotate. I tapped, not budging. Probably broken.

I try to look around.

I was on the edge of a small river with clear water. This river is surrounded by thick waru and sengon trees. The air feels cold, cool. Behind me stood, there was a path composed of rocks that looked neat. A few meters to the left where the flow of this small river is aimed, there is a larger river. With large rocks arranged randomly by nature.

As I was pensive, I realized that this great river was a river near my house. I noticed it when I saw a large rock located in the middle of the river. The rock where the scary "feathered figure" perched, made me, Hasan and Irul run ragged that night. I shudder in horror.

After I looked carefully, it meant that the place where I woke up the first time, was the place where my house stood. I walked back to where I was. The field, near the path and on the banks of this small river should stand my house building. Then, why the appearance of nature today is different? Am I going back in time? What does all this mean? And, this little river. . To my knowledge there is no small river near my house. . . I'm rattled.

In the midst of my confusion, I could hear footsteps approaching. Not one or two people. The sound of footsteps became clearer. The sound came from the end of the path. I narrowed my eyes to see more clearly. A faint look of some people was walking closer, footsteps that were quite fast and strong. There were more than ten people it seemed. They were all wearing black-and-black clothes and pants, looking without wearing footwear. The closer the clearer, they shouldered something. Huh huh? A coffin? Has anyone died?

The coffin is covered in black cloth. The people who shouldered him were all bowed down, so their faces were not clearly visible. Getting closer to me, the smell of rancid mixed with the scent of cantile flowers made my stomach like pierced, nauseous. I took a few steps back from where I was standing. The group is right in front of me. I glimpsed, the faces of those who shouldered their coffins bowed, with smiles on their lips. Blue lips with blackened teeth.

The company carrying the kanda has passed me. While behind him, there were several people in the same clothes, black-black, carrying buckets containing various kinds of flowers. They sow the flowers. Suddenly one of them stopped and looked at me.

"Wes wayah e. .wes wayah e, weak iki tak jaluk maneh, get ready o ngaleh!", The figure half yelled at me, looking at me glaring, with a basin in the blackened eyes, the, blue lips and a row of black teeth.

I was shocked. This voice, was the voice that whispered the same sentence that morning. I tried to run, but when I turned . .. Across the river, there was another figure, a big black hairy figure looking at me, with sharp eyes, as if angry. I sat down weak. My knees are shaking so much. I wanted to scream, but my voice didn't come out at all. Suddenly my shoulder was gripped from behind. It feels very painful to hold it. I grimaced in pain.

"Dang baliiiii . .", the sound of the hand gripping me, throwing me, until my body hit the ground quite hard, the smell of earth and mud in my nose. I complained, crying. My head feels swirling, dizzy.

I tried to open my eyes, faintly visible white ceiling, and walls of the same color. There's my mom on my left. Huh huh? Was I having a dream?