The House in the Middle of Sawah

The river near home

"Assalamualaikum??", Hasan said a half-calling greeting.

There was no answer from inside the house. I barged straight into the front room. I open the door, Irul eyes closed, sleep. Uh, sleep or pura sleep.

"Woii, pura mikek nih boy!", hardik Hasan while throwing a sarong to Irul's face.

Irul was shocked, rubbing his eyes looking confused.

"Opo anyway, disturb the sleeping people" Irul grumbled, getting rid of Hasan's scabbard.

"Choose, sleep opo, lha was giggling laughingly, karo sopo try?", attack Hasan.

"Phone with your boyfriend?", ask me to investigate.

"Haah? a laugh? a call? you guys say what the hell?", Irul asked back with a face that was clearly drawn by a confused face and did not understand.

"Wooo, again learning po acting how is this? Pura pura sleepmu ki actually looks natural you nyuk, kunyuk. .", Hasan looks annoyed.

I thought back to Febi's question this afternoon. And my hunch says something's not right. I pulled Hasan's arm.

"Try to sit down first San, and Rul I want to ask", my tone sounds serious, Hasan and Irul finally sit down and listen.

"Are you really sleeping?", I noticed the look on Irul's face.

He nodded for sure. My hair began to bristle, for a moment like someone was watching. I get rid of that strange feeling.

"OK, it means that Hasan and I heard wrong" I continued to try to convince myself.

"But", Hasan seemed to not accept my words.

"You were sleeping, and what is prayer?", I asked Irul to investigate. Irul looked grinning and then shook his head. Basic semprul.

After Isyak Ibuk and his brother just came home. While I chose to pray at home no longer to the mosque at the time of isyak. Hasan and I sat in the house while Irul continued his sleep. Immediately later Ibuk offered a colorful "gethuk" that looks tempting.

"Lho, where was your friend earlier?", asked Ibuk to ask Irul who had been snoring in the room.

"Ngebo buk, it's Irul his nickname if on campus the Borem Nebo continues to brim", I replied to the laughter of Hasan who did not sound just like a person who was short of breath. I laughed not because my speech was funny but because of Hasan's unique laughing voice.

At exactly nine o'clock in the evening, Hasan and I finished the conversation with two dishes, we went into the room because the air outside was getting cold. Actually I'm not too sleepy, but there's nothing I can do right now. It is better to lie down in the room, while imagining Erni's smile I thought. Hasan looks cold, he wears a sweater and still uses his scabbard as a blanket. I smiled to myself, maybe for me who are used to it, the air here is comfortable, but for those who have never been here at night must feel cold. I returned busy daydreaming and remembering Erni's smile. Lately indeed, Erni is very difficult for me to get rid of daydreams, think of it like opium. Suddenly I remembered Febi, what he said this afternoon was quite disturbing to me.

"Duutttt"

The sound of a loud fart disperse the daydream, followed by a pungent aroma enough to make Hasan sat down irritated.

"Irul semprull", Hasan grumbled while covering his nose.

"Well, my wetengku mules, how is it?", Irul grimaced frantically, his face looking crimson, his hands holding his stomach and buttocks.

"Yes forced to go to the river, not to go back" I replied pity. I took a flashlight ready to go to the river. Hasan was caught.

"All of you I am coming, rather than later malem I am yo mules, mending now all of us co-ed with Rul", said Hasan.

Finally the three of us walked out of the house rushing towards the river.

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