The House in the Middle of Sawah

Uncomfortable living (again)

I and Irul have reached the rice fields near the house. I saw the former place where I fell, it remained as it was that night. Some of the rice collapsed with the middle part forming a pattern like a person sleeping on his back.

"Look out, that's where I fell that I told you about", I pointed to some broken rice, Irul stopped the speed of the motor.

"Geriii, seemmm", Irul bobbing head, then back pull the motor gas.

We were in my yard. The patio lights remain on even during the day. The inside lights are off. It means there was someone in my house that night. Still clearly remembered, the living room lamp that night was brightly lit, but at this time there was no light from inside.

I and Irul got off the bike, hesitating a little to get inside the house. For some reason, five days the house was not occupied, the air and aura that emanated felt different. Though the sun was scorching, but seeing this house felt cold and quiet.

"Semmm, hawane ra nyamleng nyuk, not good", Irul rubbed his arms.

"Last time I came here not like gini youhoh, this hawane you know", Irul approached me. I feel the same way.

"We have to go in", I patted Irul on the shoulder, made up my mind and tried to ward off fear.

Thilulung lung tilulung lung tilulung luung

HP Irul reads, a typical ringtone from the brand of a famous HP manufacturer. Irul reached into the HP in his jacket pocket, stared at the screen, and at a glance was a look of uneasiness.

"Emmm. . .I picked up the phone first Dan", Irul smiled at me.

"Huh? Why use permission, just lift it", I frown.

Irul moved away from me. Long enough to keep my distance. He picked up his phone with a little look down. I felt a little strange this time. He usually receives such calls, as if afraid to be heard by me. But that's his privacy, too.

I refocused on observing my home. This house, the house where I grew up and developed until it can be as old as now. The house that makes me feel at home and comfortable, now gives off an aura that makes me creep in horror. I walked to the entrance, tried to open it, but it was locked. I pressed my face against the window glass trying to peer into the dark house.

Plaakk

A pat on the shoulder surprised me. Irul was standing behind me.

"Ngaggeti-ngaggeti only nyuukk", I stroked my chest in shock, Irul grimaced.

"Udah, the important phone call? ", I looked at Irul glaring at him.

"Bereess. Uh, how's this piye? Can't get in us", Irul tries to push the locked door, a little rough.

"Eh, damaged later nyuukkk, iki my house youhoh", I shake my head with the leaking behavior of this one man.

I walked to the side of the house, lifting up the cactus pot lying there. Ahhaa . . .my spare house key is stored sweetly under it. Each family member has one duplicate of this house key. Well, mine I always put under my favorite cactus pot. Rather than missing a fall if I take it everywhere, I better save it this way, I thought.

Kriiiettt. . .

I opened the door slowly. The distinctive sound of the door opening greeted Me and Irul who were hesitant to go inside. I immediately pressed the switch to turn on the lights. Nothing has changed, nothing strange. The chairs, the tables, everything was still neatly arranged exactly the same when me and my family moved to the store five days ago.

"For a moment . . .", I saw something under the chair.

I looked down at the chair Irul occupied. It turned out that a cigarette was lying there. Putung cigarette wrapped in corn skin aka kobot. I'm bearded, sure who owns it.

"Your father didn't?", Irul asked to see the cigarette in my hand.

"Smoking e so old", Irul slightly chuckled.

"Not having a father. In this house no one crooked", I replied, flat.

"Huh? Iha continues?", Irul was surprised by my answer.

"Yo mbuhh yaa. .yok we went around the house", I pulled Irul to stand up immediately from his seat.

Irul follows me in the back. He stuck close to me, not daring to get far from me. Honestly, I'm scared right now. I was lucky to have Irul with me. Two terrified people walked through every corner of the house. Starting from the living room, room, dining room and kitchen. Lastly, I opened the back door to look at the bathroom.

There was nothing strange in the bathroom. Orange color brackets with heart shape swimming-pool in a water reservoir.

"It's a malem fit, sure I'm going to be really cool", Irul muttered, pointing at the bamboo grove behind the house.

Krutak Krutak Krutak

The breeze blew the bamboo grove, making a distinctive sound that made me miss this house. But it is, if at night this place looks cool, perfect for the guts test. I used to not think about it so much, but lately I feel there is a haunted impression here.

"Did? What was it under the bamboo?", Irul pointed at one of the lush bamboo corners.

I narrowed my eyes, trying to clarify my vision. From where I stand to the bamboo grove that Irul pointed to is actually not too far away. However, neither I nor Irul could confirm what was there. Finally I decided to come closer, Irul tailed me again.

"Ojo nempel-nempel nyuk, nggilani", I release Irul's hand that is wriggling tightly in my arm.

"Gerri coy, kayak e it sesajen", Irul again held my arm, now tighter.

And sure enough, in front of us there are things that may be offerings. There was a black chicken that had been slaughtered on a tray. Type of chicken cemani . . skin, feather, all limbs are black. The condition of the chicken that has begun to rot causes a quite pungent aroma. Irul covered his mouth and nose at once. Next to the tray containing chicken, there is a cobek from clay containing several types of flowers that have been quite withered. There are ylang, cantile and jasmine flowers. The smell of rotten and slightly scented pungent, mixed in the air which caused the sensation of dizziness and nausea. There is also kendhi whose ends are covered with betel leaves.

Kraakk

Irul took a few steps back and accidentally stepped on the piece of tile, with charcoal and pieces of frankincense on it.

"Duh, pardon me, not intentionally me", Irul cupped his hands in front of his face.

My current feelings are mixed, between fear, anger and annoyance. Why is my house now used for things like this? What are you planning and Mbah Kadir? I took Irul's hand to invite him to leave this place immediately. To be honest, I was horrified, my home is not what it used to be. My house is no longer comfortable.

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