The House in the Middle of Sawah

A tie of wood in the former shophouse

After picking up the motor at Irul's house I rushed to go home. I'm going to take a shower, change my clothes and go back to the hospital. The overcast sky made this afternoon look even gloomier than usual. More or less this natural atmosphere was similar to my mood.

The wind that was originally a breeze, now turned increasingly wild. A strong wind accompanied by specks of rain that hit the earth. At first, I was determined to break through it, but seeing that there was an empty shophouse on the side of the road, I decided to take shelter first. It's not funny if I catch a cold. Could fail my total plan to return to see Erni later, if I fall sick instead.

I pulled over the "Thor" in an unused former shophouse, with some irregular zinc roofs. It just so happens that today I did not bring a test coat. The sound of rain water hitting the zinc roof over my head, made a distinctive noise. The smell of wet soil in the rain really makes my heart feel more serene. Every now and then I'd go over my head, worried that a piece of zinc had fallen off.

The rain was quite heavy with a long duration. When does it rain. Without feeling like I've been sitting in this place for almost half an hour. The streets were quiet, deserted, occasionally rumbling in the sky. The air is getting cold, but I'm looking at the watch at two in the afternoon.

There was the sound of steps approaching. Faintly seen in the rain the grandmothers were holding a bundle of firewood. It's so sorry my mind. The grandmother looked soaked. He took shelter in this place, lowered his firewood which was also wet by the rain, then sat a bit away from me.

I saw at a glance it might be over seventy years old. Looks very old. But very strong for the size of the old grandmother when viewed the amount of firewood carried quite a lot.

"Sir, why, Grandma's house here?", I asked the trite starting the conversation.

Grandma didn't look flabbergasted. Not looking at me. Stay busy wiping his wet body with "centhing" (cloth belt) from his waist. Ah, maybe because my voice rain is not so audible. Moreover, grandma already looks old. Perhaps his hearing was reduced. Let it go, don't disturb it.

"I'm ora budeg lee (I'm not deaf son) . . .", The grandmother suddenly made a sound. A hoarse, soft but clear voice in my ears.

I was amazed by the words of my grandmother. How could he know my thoughts? Or maybe he just talked about it?

"Your genealogy sopo? (whose name)", the grandmother asked, without seeing me.

"Kulo Dani nek, my name is Dani", I'm a little clumsy.

"I mbah ginah. My house mlebu situ you know, there is a path there ", The grandmother who turned out to be named Mbah ginah pointed to a small road, next to the former shophouse where I am now.

"Well, is there a house? as far as I moor you know, I almost every day through here grandma", I asked in wonder.

"Ngggeh Mbah, so curious, mosok is a village there", I turned my eyes.

"But you can't go in there if you don't ask" Mbah Ginah suddenly approached me. I'm quite surprised. My hair stood back up. My heart beats to become irregular. It's not falling in love, but my body is sending a signal something's wrong, this granny is scary.

"Hmmm, not delok (do not see). .uripmu (your life) much disturbing lee", Mbah Ginah looked at me sharply. I'm not flinching, horrified.

"But this was just the beginning. Kowe kudu ngati-ngati", Mbah Ginah gave a warning, looking serious with his words.

"Mak. .I mean mbah?", I stammered, ventured to ask.

"You know, ono sing is more evil than the behavior of the dedemites?", Mbah Ginah asked me, I shook my head quickly.

"The work of waiting, men who ally themselves with them are invisible to obtain their desires. Pancen mengungsa iku menus menus ora rumangsa (forgetting with his own mistakes; perhaps)", Mbah Ginah said so with a little chuckle. I was getting more horrified, and did not catch the meaning of this one saying.

"E tree sometime do not stop by the house. Saiki I arep muleh, wes lang (now going home, already bright)", Mbah Ginah moved from where she immediately stepped away leaving a bundle of firewood. The rain has died down.

"Lho Mbah, the wood is missing", I asked in wonder.

"Ben situ ae waiting for crisp. Then I wes tuwek, iku abot. (let me there, I am old, heavy) Sometimes your duty to send it to my house", Mbah Ginah kept walking, leaving me astonished. I saw the mud road that Mbah ginah passed through there were no footprints on the ground. I rubbed my eyes. Again, I got great goosebumps.

Immediately, I grabbed the motorbike and left behind a bundle of wood that sat sweetly in an empty former shophouse. Kugeber my motor as fast as it is, even in front of the rain again, I do not want to stop to take shelter again. It is better to be drenched in rain than to be drenched in cold sweat of fear.

Brummm

Let's run fast Thoorrr . . .