The House in the Middle of Sawah

Double Mayit

Adzan maghrib. My sister was still crying roaring, unstoppable. I don't know what made her cry like that. It's been almost two and a half hours of crying never subsided. Her little eyes looked puffy, and her face was flushed red. She held him, trying to calm him down.

"And let us go to the house of Mbah Kadir, your solbu. .", Ibuk said between the cries of my sister who still sounded loud.

"Ngapain buk?", I questioned Ibuk's invitation. Honestly, I'm lazy to visit my waste house on that one. A fierce daze with a look that was never friendly to his grandchildren. Even yesterday I was in an accident my one was not seen looking at me.

"Yes asked in suwuk to, who knows if my sister is disturbed", Ibuk glared at me, who did seem reluctant to go to Mbah Kadir's house.

Half-forcedly I stepped in, taking the key of the "Thor" in the hanger in the room. My sister was still crying like that. Asked the answer was just a cry, I don't know what he feels right now. The body is not hot and it is also healthy.

"Not try to see a doctor Buk?", I try to negotiate, really I'm reluctant to go to the waste house.

"Later Dan, we go to your altar first, wes to manut o!", Ibuk this time half yelled, maybe already annoyed also with my attitude.

"Yes yes", I finally resigned. Because my sister kept crying.

Finally we went to the house of Mbah Kadir, his house is located in the south, about one and a half kilometers from this house. My sister just subsided her crying when we were out of the yard, after the rice field area. My sister seemed to be asleep, probably tired of crying for hours.

Ten minutes later, after passing through the streets of "rabat" (cemen) uphill, arrived at a large house with a yard the size of a sub-district football field. In the yard of the house parked pick up car with the back covered sticker inscribed with love rejected shaman act. Pick up has Lik Diran for sure. I parked the "Thor" next to the pick up.

"Kulonuwuunn", I said greetings, I got by my sister, who was apparently seen sleeping soundly.

The door opened, Lik Diran greeted with a friendly smile.

"Waduh, njanur gunur, kadingaren here", Lik Diran smiled kindly.

"Bah Kung has Lik?", I smiled back.

"Iya Lik, daritadi nangiiiss wae, ketchup an nih kayak e sampek sleep pules gini", Ibuk stroked my brother's sweaty forehead.

"No heat" Lik Diran approached, sticking the back of his hand against my sister's forehead.

"Yuk go in that granny, straight back, the Mbah behind tuh, cigarettes an e kayak", Lik Diran immediately invite the three of us to the back house.

Lik Diran's house is indeed spacious, the front of the house in the place of I Lik Diran, while in the back there is a small house that is usually used for relaxing and also the place to perform rituals whether I do not understand. Lik Diran took us to the back house. The smell of incense immediately felt piercing the nose.

When we came the Mbah was sitting in his rocking chair enjoying every suck of his cobot cigarette. Cobot cigarette is the favorite cigarette of cesspool, a cigarette wrapped in dry corn skin. Seeing our arrival, the sewage did not budge, as if there was no one else but him.

"Kung, pripun kabare? Sae nggeh?", Ibuk saluted the sober, and gave a stale greeting.

"Abik, ono opo mrene?", Mbah Diran asked without looking at the person being asked.

"This you know the little cry does not stop, nanges two hours Kung, kulo worried just in case sawanen", Ibuk explained while once again wiping the sweat on the forehead of the sister by using the end of the sling.

Sumpah approached Ibuk, and using the thumb of his left hand pressed right between my sister's two eyebrows. A moment later I was seen kamit kamat, and blew my sister's forehead niup.

"Well, bodhoo, ono sing wani wani is throwing neng neng nempel yangmu (Soundless boy, some dare to stick at you, nudge you)", Mbah Kadir looks at me, pointing his index finger at me. His expression looked annoyed, while I, crabbing did not understand

"Your mother gondo mayit (You are like a dead man)!", Mbah Kadir looked at me with a glare, I was silent not knowing what I meant by this one.

Mbah Kadir approached me, still with his sharp gaze, a firm line of face without a smile, which made me clumsy. Mbah Kadir held my palm and pressed my pulse. What do you want, Mbah Kung?