The House in the Middle of Sawah

Where's Erni???

I called Ibuk, to let me know about my studio stay tonight. I can't go home battered like I am today. I prepared a lot of ice cube bags to compress my cheeks so that tomorrow morning was light.

Drrtt . . . drrtt . .

My HP is shaking. Who's the phone call tonight? I see, it turns out that Semprul Irul. Why child, loneliness or how eleven o'clock malem called.

"Heh, why call at this hour?", I picked up Irul's phone while compressing my cheek that still feels grimy.

"Eh, haven't heard?", Irul spoke half-whispering on the phone.

"Huh? What's the news?", I'm starting to get curious.

"Si Erni, she said", Irul's words made me flinch.

"How's ilang? Don't worry, it's eleven o'clock mallm lhoh", I saw the clock on the wall of the studio, began to worry.

"Truly Dan. I just heard from Iwan's friend. He said that Erni promised to eat with Iwan, waiting not to come. Finally Iwan to Erni's house, his son has not come home. And until now no one knew where the child was", Irul explained, this time he was not kidding.

I feel like saying something bad is happening. My swollen cheeks no longer hurt. My mind's distracted. The pain, now turned to anxiety.

"Nyuk, where is kowe now?" I asked Irul.

"At home, just watched the blue pill", Irul cengengesan.

"Guyon, no jitak ndasmu!", I'm a little annoyed with Irul's guyonan at a time like this.

"Iyooo, sorry sorry. .so how? Want to find Erni?", Irul like a psychic, who knows my thoughts.

"Can you come here now? No wait", I asked Irul, half forcefully.

"Yowes, wait a minute", Irul answered resignedly and hung up.

Twenty minutes later Irul was already in the studio. With a pillow face, and occasionally a wide yawn, he still complied with my request to come. Irul is one of my reliable friends, always there when I need to, although often irritated as well.

"Where are we going nyuukk, kunyuk?", Irul asked me, rubbing his eyes.

"Emmm, to the campus", I thought for a moment.

"Again, why your face? How come it's a bonyok?", Irul noticed two bumps on my face.

"Butted by mike tyson", I answered accordingly.

"Idiihh, really nyuk, why?", Irul looked at me with a serious look, I suddenly creeped.

"Studied to Iwan", I answered him honestly this time.

"Huh? Really? How could it be?", Irul asked as if doubting my words.

"Yes, wong bonyok gini. So, Iwan was looking for Erni here, she said last Iwan squirming Erni with me. So yeah, I'm accusing me of that. But really, I just met Erni this afternoon. We had a bit of a fight then", I remember my debate with Erni this afternoon.

"Yes but can't play at it donk. Damn the Iwan, try it right there me, I must have helped . .", Irul clenched his right hand and hit the other hand.

"What are you brave about Iwan?", I looked at Irul not sure.

"Yes enggaakk. It means I want to help Iwan make you mukulin", Irul said expressionlessly.

"Damn it", I told Irul, he chuckled.

"But by the way, you fight why Erni? This morning, you fought Febi. Trus was thumped Iwan. Ruwet complicated, complicated your life today", Irul shook his head.

"Well, don't ask too many questions. Now we try to go to college first. Who knows Erni's there", I got out of my seat to take Irul.

"I don't understand the way you think. Why try Erni eleven o'clock more mallem, on campus. Test your guts?", Irul denied, seeing that he didn't like my idea.

"Of nyuukk, I don't feel good. We went down first, from where I last met Erni", I insisted on my invitation.

Irul sighed, obeying my invitation. I smile, I have a friend like him.

*Erni, where is he now? I hope nothing bad happens.*

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