The House in the Middle of Sawah

Back to the house

Do you know what it's like to go back to the house you left weekly?

Not delicious. That's how I feel. At first, I felt sorry to go home. However, when I actually returned home, it turned out to be really uncomfortable. The aura of the house is completely different.

Some corners of the house appear to be spiders nesting quite thick, with some dust flying and sticking here and there. There was a damp smell like moss (i really can't describe what this smell is) in the living room area when I entered it. When I opened the door the room felt stuffy and foreign. To get to the back, the bathroom, I'm still reluctant. Recalling how the offerings I had found with Irul lay under the bamboo grove.

This afternoon I was at home carrying a large backpack containing dirty clothes and the smell of sweat. After I finished college I went straight to the radio, and picked up my things. I think I miss Ibuk's kangen house, it's been unstoppable. But in fact when I got home, this place even felt foreign to me. It seems to be felt by my sister too. Evidently he did not want to come down from Ibuk's sling.

Finished putting the backpack in the corner of the room, I chose to sit on the terrace. Remembering back on this terrace I've seen mbak mbak nembang java. In the front yard demit Lik Jo throws his head at me. I really feel less at home. Home should be the most comfortable place for us. A place to write a happy story with family. Not a horror story.

The first thing I did when I got home was kiss my hands and hug my mom. I really miss Ibuk, the sound of Ibuk, the cuisine of Ibuk, everything. It's been one week and I'm morning, noon, malem eating cat rice. Indeed, the menu is the easiest I get at an affordable price for the pockets of people who go from home.

I have not met my father. What to behave like when I meet the man, I don't understand. Ibuk said earlier, Mr. was behind tidying up and cutting bamboo clumps. I have no intention of helping. I still owe you an apology and explanation.

Mmmm . . .

The sound of a car approaching. Pick up Lik Diran looks like. It turned out to be true, Lik Diran was in the steering chair and next to him were grumpy grandfathers, who else if not the Honorable Mbah Kadir. I'm lazy to welcome them, I don't care about their arrival.

"Day, nglamunmin girl?", Lik Diran walked over and smiled kindly. This man is better than my father, so in my mind.

"Ah, not Lik. Again thinking about how to get rich" I replied and glanced at Mbah Kadir who did not bother me at all. Don't say hello, see I'm not welcome either.

"Ha ha ha. .true lecture, key lecture", Lik Diran chuckled. While Mbah Kadir walked past me, and gawked into the house.

"Eh, Mbah Kung, when did it come?", Ibuk asked kindly, still holding his sister when he saw the arrival of Mbah Kadir.

"Nendi bojomu (Where is your husband)?", Mbah Kadir saw Ibuk at a glance, asked curiously. Really, I'm really annoyed to see the habits of these parents.

"After Kung, clean the bamboo. Let the padhang (light) said", Ibuk replied clumsy.

Mbah Kadir hurried to walk away from Ibuk. Lik Diran greeted Ibuk and followed behind Mbah Kadir. They walked to the back of the house. Ibuk is busy carrying and calming his sister who is still fussy. I'm curious. Mbah Kadir as I remember very rarely visited my family. As I recall, the last time Mbah Kadir came home was when I was circumcised. That time he came to give me a suwuk that he said could make me bear the pain. But it really happened, when I was circumcised it didn't hurt one bit. Though at that time many friends my age were circumcised and crying in pain.

Mbah Kadir who never came back home after the moment of my circumcision, even when my sister was born he did not come to look. Now there is no wind no rain Mbah Kadir came in a hurry to enter my house. But I'm sure that night, Friday night tolu kliwon Mbah Kadir came to this house with a woman.

"Wes no omongi, ojo dang bali (Have not told you, do not go back first)! ", Mbah Kadir looks angry. Yes indeed this one parent always looks full of emotion and anger.

"But Kung . .", Father did not continue his sentence seeing my arrival.

"Iki ngopo, baby deck ingi afternoon melu melu mrene (This is why the child yesterday afternoon, follow here)", Mbah Kadir bullied me.

"I was a baby yesterday afternoon Mbah, but I have every right to know what is really going on in this house", My voice trembled a little, my guts a little trepidation, despite having gathered my courage, talking directly like this in front of Mbah Kadir is not easy. These parents at first glance do look old. But his firm chin line and intimidating look in his eyes made everyone tremble.

"Lancanggg!", Mbah Kadir glared at me. I'm sure this is the same voice as the man who was arguing with the woman in the living room of the tolu friday kliwon night house that time.

"And, let's go ahead" Lik Diran took me in her arms trying to take me away.

"No Lik. I want to be here. I want to ask for an explanation, why there can be offerings in this house", I'm afraid that I'll step down now. So all right, I'm blunt and I'm unloading everything I know.

Both Mr. Mbah Kadir and Lik Diran were surprised by the question I asked. It felt as if Lik Diran's hand was gripping my arm tightly.

"Aduh. .", I pouted, Lik Diran's hand felt increasingly tightly gripping me, like it was about to squeeze my arm to the ground. Hearing me complain Lik Diran regained her senses, hurriedly took off her hand. Leaving red marks on my skin.

"Pancen angel, ra gelem fuck me, kowe and your family. Wes mboh, I wes ngelingne (Either difficult, do not want to recede, you and your family. Already, the important thing I've reminded)!", Mbah Kadir scolded Father. Father just shut up. Mbah Kadir turned his body and walked away.

"Kung, where?", Lik Diran asked.

"By (home)", Mbah Kadir can be seen sighing, this time answering softly, not snapping, and immediately left. Lik Diran followed him.

I rubbed my reddened arm.

"Dani, we need to talk", Father sat on the ground, looking at me. Father's face looks tired, sweet and his eyes look like they are sad.

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