The House in the Middle of Sawah

I'm off

I ordered an ice lemon tea and sat back where I was before. Hasan and Nita compactly knitted her forehead looking at me who ngos-ngos an.

"Captain kowe? Like running a marathon", Hasan saw me astonished.

"Huuhh, run out, let the steak that goes into the stomach immediately digested perfectly", I still manage my breath. I was half-run back from the parking lot.

"Where is Lha Irul?", asked Nita.

"Where I know, wong did not meet", I immediately downed the drink that had been delivered by waitress. Huuhh, my esophagus feels fresh.

The next five minutes Irul sat down next to me.

"Where? Have you taken care of your stomach?", I asked, pretending not to know what really happened.

"Beres doongg, already leegaaaaaaa ~", Irul looks like the usual kunyuk, as if nothing happened. I had to pretend I didn't know first, so I could investigate what Febi had actually done to my best friend. To be honest I feel very disappointed in Irul. How could he conspire with Febi to keep me away with Erni. However, from the conversation I witnessed earlier it seemed that Irul was under intimidation and threatened by Febi.

Febi, the girl who's been feeling really good to me. Apparently, having a cruel side, threatening Irul until he was scared. However, what made Irul so afraid of Febi's threat? I remembered the message of Bu Sumini, wife of Lik Wo, not to get too close to Febi. - The living Dragon should not be too deeply connected with the world of the dead.

"Yok yuk yuk" I took home, after finishing the rest of my drink.

"Tomorrow, . . I was full, so sleepy", Irul stood up, agreeing to my call to go home.

"Eee. .we'll just wait a minute, you guys go first", Hasan let me and Irul go home first.

"Yes, we go first", I got out of my chair, leaving behind Hasan and Nita, who seemed to be lingering in their seats. Nita said she wanted to go home first. Hmmm . . .

"Eits, ngati-ati Nit if the same Hasan, like to bite about e. ..ha .ha .ha .ha", Irul laughed loudly, then followed behind me. While Hasan and Nita are seen continuing the conversation, I don't know what.

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After delivering Irul to his house, I rushed to the store. During the trip I kept thinking about it and I had made up my mind, to ask the Father. What really happened, why the house that we have been living in for twenty years was comfortable, but suddenly turned into a place of sinister rituals. I keep driving my bike at high speed.

Arriving at the store, it looks there are still one or two buyers even though the time is almost heading into the night. Seen Ibuk and sister (still, and always with his lego) are in the store emperor, engrossed in playing while eating. While you look busy serving the buyer, measuring and cutting cloth.

I went straight into the shop, standing in front of you. The father who was still cutting the cloth looked confused with me who was looking at him sharply.

"What's wrong? your money's up? ask the same Ibuk there. You are still bothered", Mr. talking without looking at me continue to cut up the fabric of his customers' orders. What you think is just money, whether I am his son just need money, do not need advice or good communication with him.

"I want to say", my blood is boiling. I can't hold it anymore. I need to talk now. Can't be delayed anymore.

"By the way, opo? speaking of which", you are still indifferent to me.

"When do we go back home?", I raise my voice, hoping that Ibuk will also hear what I'm about to say.

"Why? Why are we moving here?", my breathing is starting to get irregular.

"Why are you? Your sister Sing is a little wae quiet-tenanng. Why are you whining like this?!", you started to raise his voice, he seemed uncomfortable with my question.

"Just ask us to go back home now!", I don't want to lose, we start talking half-cry.

"Many people at home. Mr karo Mbah pesugihan or what? Hah?!", I glared, I'm angry.

Plaakkkkkk

A slap hit my right cheek. The next few seconds I felt a throbbing heat in the area of the former slap. But, my heart was much hotter, much more painful.

"Bad bastard! You understand what? Huh uh?! I didn't move here for you, for all of us. I don't know just shut up! No need to make a question!", you look really angry. for me Mr. like Mbah Kadir, it's the same.

Some visitors to the store, dumbfounded to see the scene of a dispute between the father and the child. While Ibuk held a sister who was crying, without being able to divorce her child and husband.

"If I didn't understand ya in lelangno. That's my job. If you're like gini, I'm more convinced that you're doing the wrong thing", I hold my throbbing cheek, still looking at you with anger.

"Ngapain jaluk explanation, iki e Bapak. You, your job, school, real college. Make your Mother proud. Why take care of the business of the Father, koyok ngerti wae!', you look clenched his hands. I'm ready, if he's going to hit me.

Bruuuaakkk

You hit the cashier's desk with all your might with your fists. It looks like his skin is flaking and bleeding.

"Wes paakk, enough. Enough Dannn. .huu huuu~", Ibuk was seen crying, while holding a sister who was also crying. The shops one by one were edging out of the shop.

"I don't know, my house, our house is full of offerings Buuk. This man, whom I call Father, is doing the wrong thing. Live and eat us from the results of the ritual Father and Mbah Kadir buk. .".", I cried. All emotions are mixed at this moment. Anger, disappointment, hate and sadness converge and spill over tonight. My chest tightened, my breath was wheezing, tears kept falling down my cheeks.

"If you don't want to explain, I'd better get out of here. I couldn't live with money from something that wasn't obvious!", I rushed towards the back room. Take a big backpack, and put my things in. I also put my passbook containing radio broadcast salary money into the bag. I made up my mind I was going to leave.

"Where are you going lee~", I'm still as excited.

"While I'm staying on the radio buk. Take it easy, I can take care of myself. If there is any phone call just Buk. And tell me you stopped sending me money. I don't want to hear it", I saw Ibuk who kept crying. Kissed hand. I kissed my little sister's cheeks too, I cried, I hugged Mom for a bit.

Carrying a large backpack I left Ibuk and his sister sitting in the back room, sobbing. I see you still in front of the cashier's desk turned your back on me.

I go, break the cold of the night and heart with the "Thor".

Bruuummmmmmm