The House in the Middle of Sawah

Conversation with SPBU officers

Uhuk uhuk

I was choking, my mouth was full of mud. My left eye won't open. Kuraba . . .the sticky mud covered it. My head is still throbbing, I feel nausea. I tried to wake up immediately, with the remnants of my strength.

Arrgghhhh

I sat down, to the right and left, thinking about the big butts that hit me earlier. There's nothing. I made sure I was alone right now, sitting in the middle of a paddy field with half a body full of mud. What time is it now? The sky was still pitch black, the moon was still visible, even the stars were still glowing.

I saw the watch, half three nights. Kurogoh HP in the pocket of the pants. Wanting to ascertain if my HP still works, considering that I was immersed in the mud. A little wet, but still normal, safe. I sighed softly. What am I supposed to do now? Should I go back home, continue my reconnaissance? What if Lik Jo comes back to terrorize me?

I thought for a moment, then decided to leave this place as soon as possible. Let this reconnaissance continue tomorrow when it is noon. Although there is a part of my heart that invites me to return home, but my guts and energy say no. My legs alone were currently shaking violently when I used to step. My body is still traumatized and frightened, still fresh in the memory of how Lik Jo's dedemit terrorized me.

I came out of the rice fields, leaving considerable damage to the lush green rice. Worker Lik Diran tomorrow may be surprised to see his plants damaged like a meteor fallout. My body shivered in the cold, my fingers were scratched quite a lot. My slippers are missing next door somewhere. And the former lashes of Iwan also followed feels painful again. Complete already, I stumbled to walk to where "Thor" parked.

After successfully reaching the "Thor" parked, ignite it in a hurry, and without ba bi bu again I immediately hit the gas. The streets were very quiet, there were no signs of life at all. The silence that makes my hair stand up. I pulled Thor's rearview mirror down. I don't want to see an apparition that might have been as piggybacked as it was when I was in an accident.

Entering the city area, I found SPBU which is open 24 hours. I stopped there. I want to rid myself of the mud of the rice field and the aroma is so stinging. The SPBU officer who saw me, looked up. Maybe curious, there is a human at three in the morning his body is full of mud. What's up?I don't care, I'm gonna go in the bathroom and clean up.

The cold after the shower made me feel more refreshed. My sleepiness and fatigue are a little less. I still need a break, but where? It is not possible also at three o'clock in the morning back to the radio, the gate must have been locked tightly. Had stumbled to try to ask for help Irul, but I did not, pity if I continue to trouble kunyuk one. I decided to sleep on the front porch of the SPBU mosque.

Trying to break down and close your eyes, but it's hard. Some of my clothes and pants were wet, making me shiver in the cold. An SPBU officer approached me. A father who may be 50 years old.

"Cold mas? I just saw njenengan come full of mud", The father was friendly.

"Yes, sir, what a prick. I had fallen into the rice fields a mattere, sleepy, kekemplung deh", I reasoned. The men entered the mushola.

"Where is the house?", the father asked while thrusting a holster for me. I accepted it with a little embarrassment.

""Then is this clock here? Wong the distance to the village was quite far", The Father looked astonished. This time I just smiled, confused about what to answer.

"Oiya has not been acquainted, whose name are you son? I am Kudori, commonly called pak ndori", The Father who turns out to be named Pak ndori is extending his hand.

"Ah, I'm Dani Pak", I shook Mr. Ndori's hand.

"By the way I used to live also in the Kencana sub-district, moved to this area about two years" Mr. Ndori told me, his gaze looked distant.

"Yes Sir? Which area?", I asked enthusiastically.

"The area of the crickets, the empty shophouses, the area", Mr. Ndori spoke while pointing.

"Oh yeah? Then, how to move sir?", ask me more and more curious.

"Lha's all on the move anyway", Mr. Ndori answered briefly.

"Lha why?", I'm like a journalist who is extracting information from sources.

"Suage me this is. So, in that area there are so many places that are saved. If not wrong, every Thursday wage Friday night kliwon tolu, the places must be made a special ritual. Yes, finally there are many who are not comfortable also in the area, continue to disperse the line ", Mr. Ndori ended the explanation.

A red car is parked in front of the fuel pump. Immediately, Mr. Ndori got up from his seat and ran to serve the buyer. I'm still sitting on the mushola terrace. What Mr. Ndori told me was the same as the conversation of a stranger at my house last night. Thursday wage tolu . . .

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