The House in the Middle of Sawah

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My healing days at the Hospital were more I spent pensive, daydreaming. I thought about the dream I had the night after I was in an accident, what does that dream mean? The dream felt so real and clear to me. Then I kept thinking about Erni. It's been almost a week I've been treated but she hasn't shown herself at all. Even just asking the situation via SMS or phone was not.

Today I was accompanied by Lek Diran. I have to go home to take care of my sister. I had to go back to the store because it was closed for a few days. However, the wheels of my family's economy revolved from one source, the store, so it was impossible to let the store close for too long.

Lek Diran is the younger brother of my father. He lives in a house with Mbah Kadir, my grandfather. His job is farming. One example of a successful farmer in my area. The farm is hectares. Employed some farm laborers to cultivate his land. So, Lek Diran is often at home relaxing. When Ibuk asked for help to take care of me today Lek Diran immediately said yes, he said.

"Lek, . .njengan know or eling, before my house was built, what kind of place is it?", I tried to find information from Lek Diran.

"I forgot to remember, what's wrong with Dan?", Lek Diran asked in shock hearing me suddenly ask like that.

"Yes. .Want to know only Lek", I answered while chewing on the pieces of peer fruit brought by Nita the other day.

"Nek is not wrong, your place was once a rice field that, as I recall everything in the area was the rice field, so vast" Lek Diran replied while remembering.

"Cooking? Not the river to?", I remember the place in my dreams.

"Oh yeah, I think if I was small there used to be a river behind the rice field, yes, why do you even know it Dan?", Lek Diran was curious.

Lek Diran scratched his head, it might itch or maybe he was confused.

"I don't know, I forgot", Lek Diran shrugged both of her shoulders. "Lek you want to know, try tanya sumbermu sometime. Nek wong sepuh surely understand the ages of his old house that", continued Lek Diran.

"What do you do to Daann, talking about the deck of the past. .anything is right", Lek Diran stepped up to take a TV remote, turned it on and sat cross-legged on the floor.

Asking my prayer, asked Mbah Kadir. Ah, to be honest I'm not too familiar with that one. Mbah Kadir is the type of grandfather who does not care much about his grandson. So basically all the grandchildren no one was familiar with. Actually Mbah Kadir-sebuku this one is also one of the famous shamans in my area. However, I see that sometimes he uses strange rituals, which are not in line with my mindset and principles. So that I feel distant with my cesspool on that one. We are not a server.

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At three o'clock in the afternoon, friends of the announcer came to visit. It brings its own aura to me. They carried an aura of cheerfulness and happiness. How they can bring laughter. Until one day the nurse came and warned not to be too rowdy. We forgot to be in the hospital room, my physical and mental injuries were not felt at this time. It's true, we need people who are one "server" with us to be able to know what it is to laugh, what it is to be happy, even though these people have nothing to do with me, blood, but they can remove the wound and bring laughter.

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