The House in the Middle of Sawah

Iris is in danger (?)

I sat under the trembesi tree of the campus parking lot. I was shocked and still could not believe what I saw just now. Why did Iwan go crazy? Why did Iwan point at me in fear? What the hell is going on?

The last time I met him was when he apologized to me. Said he was terrorized by rusty nails that always followed him. At that time he did look unhealthy, but I did not expect the next development to make Iwan like that. I felt guilty at the meeting when it ended not so well.

"Dan. . .Dani", a voice called out to me, awakening me from the daydream. Febi, that girl is standing next to me with her sweet-looking smile. Yes, it must be admitted that despite all the bad things he might have done, he was indeed sweet.

I just kept quiet, looking at him. Febi walked over to me, still with her smile. Crouching in front of me, clasping my arms.

"Dani . . . Anyone who dares to hurt you, will have the same fate as Iwan. I promise you, no one will dare to bother you. You will be happy. .as long as you want to be with me", Febi looked at me, smiled and winked at her left eye. The next second she peeped my cheek, soft. I just kept quiet, digesting what he said. What does Febi mean??

Fllaaaapppp

"And, heii. . . Danii!", Hasan shook my body.

I was shocked. Huh huh? What the hell's going on? Just now, a dream? daydreams? But it feels so real. My right cheek feels like it really just received a kiss. I pinched my arm. Aauuuww. . sick.

"Heh. . iki's boy's tambet", Hasan was still lusting to shake my body.

"Ah . . uh", I'm still confused as to what has happened.

" Ah uh uh, why are you?", Hasan asked me.

"I just now, why San?", I asked Hasan.

"Lhah, piye anyway. If you were to go kayak kebo ketulup under the trembesi kok e tree", Hasan put the back of his hand on my forehead.

"Lha Febi was . .", I did not continue my sentence, confused.

"Febbi? Throw you in", Hasan's a head gnarl.

"Eh San, that was Iwan . . . so crazy", I muttered to see if Iwan's scene went crazy was also my imagination.

"Yes, I know. I also see. Poor him", Hasan followed me sitting next to me.

"So. . .really the crazy Iwan", I reassured myself. I massaged my forehead.

"You why the hell? Look Iwan kok so kayak shock that", Hasan frowned.

"No pa pa pa. Come on in class", I'm standing. I don't want to tell Hasan the things I've experienced. I don't want to involve more people in my problems. I also told other people that I considered friends, in fact he could have betrayed me.

"OK deh", Hasan scratched his head.

Hasan and I walked into the campus, took the stairs to the second floor. Classroom C. Classes are already quite crowded, but the lecturer has not been seen attending. I took the back seat. Hasan.

"And, the kunyuk Irul really no more? Ditch him again. What is it to be a child. Oh yes, he is already rich yo, do not pass even rich tetep", Hasan asked himself and answered himself.

I spread my eyes all over the class. As Hasan said, there is no Irul. Febi, too, is invisible. My feelings are not good. The last time I met Irul was when she and I were arguing in the studio parking lot. It's the same pattern. When I met Erni last time, I fought with her, and then Erni was in the hospital. It also happened with Iwan, the difference is Iwan went crazy. Irul, don't let anything happen to him.

I took the HP in the bag, I punched Irul's number. I tried calling her.

Tuutt tuutt tuuttt

The number you are going to cannot receive this call.

I tried again

The number you are going to cannot receive this call.

Damnit damnit! Where's Irul? I'm not calm. I nibbled on my fingernails, agitated. Something is not right.

"San, I'm missing ya", I pat Hasan on the shoulder.

"Huh? Where are you going?", Hasan was shocked by my sudden request.

"I have business, important. Please this time just. . nitip absent yes, after all the lecturer also did not memorize if I did not exist. The lecturer was old, right", I cupped my hands together, begging Hasan.

"Hadeh. .iya. But when is the change yes, I mbolos you who sign the absence he he he. .", Hasan laughed, blinked his eyes.

"Deal up! That's easy", I shook Hasan's hand.

Afterwards, I immediately carried my backpack, half running towards the exit. When I was in the doorway, just then the lecturer came, and entered the classroom.

"Hey, where are you going?", Ms. Sari, a lecturer in tutoring and counseling at primary school asked me.

"Eemmm. . .anu, I entered the wrong class Ms. . excuse me", Damn responsibility, I had intended to truant. Two sins have been committed this time, ditching and lying to my lecturer.

I ran down the stairs. Arriving in the parking lot immediately I climbed Thor, I geber exhausted. It doesn't matter though that some students and upperclassmen see me irritated. I left the school at full speed. I'm heading to Irul's house.

A few minutes later, I had arrived in front of the house with a black iron fence, with dark ash wall paint. The fence wasn't closed, I went straight in. I parked Thor, and headed straight for the entrance of Irul's house.

Tok tok tok tok

"Assalamualaikuum. .", I knocked on the door and said hello.

"Waalaikum salam. .", The housekeeper's aunt Irul's family appears.

"Irulnya no Bi?", I asked, a little ngos bored because it was in a hurry earlier.

"Ah, Mas Irul her again on top, but do not want to be bothered she said", Aunty answered seen covering something.

"Bi. . Please call her Irish yes. Tell Irul there's Dani downstairs. Important that way", I tried to negotiate with Auntie.

"Ta-but. .tadi Mas Irul already pesen do not disturb that. Auntie doesn't dare e", Aunt looks confused.

I'm sighing. Why the kunyuk, until mbolos college and do not want to be disturbed all. Goddamnit! Just make me worry and wonder.

"Bi is a Bib . . . Auntie knows I'm Irul's friend, usually here too. Later if Bibi conveys to Irul there is Dani under it, Irul certainly not angry", I still mgeyel, because I am very worried about the kunyuk why napa. Don't let anything bad happen to him, so he doesn't want to be found.

"Okay, really Bibi did not dare", Aunty did not waver, really true according to the message of her employer.

Forced, though disrespectful and presumptuous, I decided to barge inside. And go straight to the stairs, up to the upper room.

"Hei mas mas, . piye to inii", Aunty was only able to scream screaming at me running in without permission.

I don't care, I just want to make sure my best friend (or my ex-best friend) is okay. Arriving in the upper room with ngos an, it turns out Irul is sitting on the sofa with a girl. Looks surprised and misbehaved to see me come without permission.

"Kunyuukkkkk", I half yelled, exasperated.