The House in the Middle of Sawah

Cobwe

I drove Thor at full speed. I ignored the several vehicles that were in opposite directions to me sounding their horns lustfully. I was in a hurry. I sounded panicked on the phone. The father who arrived suddenly fell ill, but yesterday was still healthy.

Entering the coral village area with forced me to reduce the speed of the Thor. Because the streets are starting to feel bumpy and uneven. Finally arrived at the road of cement aka rebate. The sun was quite hot this time, although the afternoon had almost changed.

Passing through the bridge between hamlets, near the area of the house that some days my family has left. The expanse of rice looks green like a stretched tapestry. A few hundred meters to the left is seen a red roofed house that stands firm. The only house in the middle of the rice field without any neighbors or other buildings around it. I did not turn left, but drove south.

Heading to Lik Diran's house the road is getting steep. Some cement or cast has been peeled off, leaving a hole that is ready to welcome Thor alloy wheels. Duk duk duk. . . The sound of Thor's alloy wheels clashing with the loud edges of the cast, causing a shaking sensation on both of my arms.

Flaaapppp

Sayup sounds like the river water. I was a little surprised, how could the sound of river water be heard? Lik Diran's house is far from the river. I stopped Thor, I was stunned. I am not sure of my own vision. In front of me was a bridge, a bridge near my family home.

I looked to the right and left. Didn't I just pass it? Was I dreaming? Damn it, my concentration's down. I decided to go ahead. I mostly daydream like that.

Passing the bridge, his green paddy field waved waving in the breeze. I took the straight path south, I'm sure this time concentrate fully.

Flaapppp

Again, there was the sound of the river water. And I've been on the road before the bridge, again. Glug. I swallowed spit. This time I'm sure I'm not daydreaming, it's not right. I tried again to push Thor faster. Passing the bridge, green rice fields continue south.

Flaappp

And it turned out to be repeated. I'm either misled (misguided) or perhaps more precisely misled. How'this? I have to go home soon, but it's like it's going to be blocked. I thought for a moment. Kurogoh HP in the pocket of the pants. Trying to call Ibuk or maybe Lik Diran. There is no signal at all. Sure enough, how could there not be a single nyantol signal in my HP? I tap slowly on my HP screen. I shake it up who knows the signal will come back full this way. Result nil.

I saw the clock, either in HP or the watch both do not move do not blink. Die. I started to get nervous, let alone the sun that was overhead slowly starting to hide behind the hill. Don't let it till nightfall, I'm still spinning around in this place.

Okay, I decided to just go back, turn around back towards the city. Signal first, to contact Ibuk or Lik Diran. I'm getting ready to gas, just a few feet, Thor feels weird. Stagnate and then die. Ah, come on Thor . . Don't be kidding at a time like this. I pulled Thor over on the side of the road, opened the fuel tank, and turned empty. Goddamn bum! I turned round earlier.

The distance of the bridge with the houses of the citizens is not too far away, I can immediately reach it on foot. I elus elus jok the Thor, and I left him by the side of the road. I walked half-run, away from the bridge. I saw some roofs from where I stepped.

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My sweat started pouring out. I was like walking for hours, but it didn't feel like I was getting any closer to people's homes. Though the distance between the bridge and the nearest house (other than my house) may not be more than 200 meters, maybe. I started to get thirsty, my calves started to feel stiff, and cramp.

"Hooeeee . . . ", i decided to yell, who knows if anyone heard.

The sun has sunk. Evening has come, the view begins to blur.

Iukk kuukkk

What is that sound? An owl? My hair is standing, my neck is cold. I looked left and right. Silent and silent. I let out a breath.

"What do you want?", I spoke to myself, as if someone else was near me. I was afraid, but because the end of this quite often experience things that do not make sense I'm a little used to it.

"Rel . . . What do you want?", I repeated my question. There's no answer. The sky slowly blackened, adding to the gloomy and dark atmosphere, as if it was about to swallow me.

"Hey. . . My dad's sick. Let me go home!", I snapped, I don't know who I snapped. I don't care anymore. Remembering how much she panicked, I asked her to come home soon. However, I was in the middle of nowhere until night.

The wind blew, dingiiinn slashing the bone-piercing skin. Smell of flowers. At first it feels good in the sense of smell, long time more stinging and rancid, make me want to vomit.

In front of me were several people dressed in all black walking over, a dozen people like him. The closer the clearer, the pale-faced father shouldered a. Like my dream when I was lying in the hospital first. I looked carefully, there was not a single person I knew. I don't remember any graveyard area in this area.

The group kept walking, leaving me. There was one left behind, stopping right in front of me.

"No melu mas (no mas)?", The father asked me, flat. Unseen clearly his face because of his bow.

"Ah, who died?", I ventured to ask. His father remained silent.

"Well, is there a cemetery in the area, sir?", I asked once again.

"Wonten mas (Ada mas)", answered his father flat, still looking down not to see me.

"Buy. . . Where is Sir?", I once again asked. The corner of my heart told me to stop asking, but my curiosity was unstoppable.

The Father fell silent, raised his face, looked ahead, looked at the group that had walked far enough away to leave him.

"The grave e nang omah mu mas (his grave in your house mas)", The father replied, slowly and flat. Then walk gontai, following his entourage. I was silent for a moment when I heard the father's answer. I realized there was no other choice but to follow the group. The darker the atmosphere, making me not know the direction, I better catch up with the group earlier than get lost further and further.

Gontai step the Father turned out very quickly, I ngos ngos and caught up with him. My steps stopped right in front of my house. The house looks dark and quiet. A house that has been abandoned for days. The company of the father of the band carrier, entered my house. I ran after him, down the living room, the kitchen and into the backyard. Some people were seen making holes under the bamboo grove. I watched the female corpse being lowered from the coffin. Wh who?

"Calcium. . . Danii . .", sayup sayup is heard the voice of people calling me. There was another voice behind the screams of the people. What is that sound? The clump?