The House in the Middle of Sawah

Irul's Travel

Days change.

The second day I was hospitalized. It seems that my father has improved his condition. Maybe tomorrow we will be allowed to go home. Ibuk last night stayed at Nungguin Hospital Mr. And this morning I changed to wait for Father, Mother came home to be picked up by Lik Diran. The sister at home began to fussy left all day just as her mother.

At seven in the morning, I was still sleeping snoring. While I brought some comics (some of which I borrowed from Irul I haven't had time to return) to ward off boredom. The quiet atmosphere in the morning at the Hospital made me feel uncomfortable. Especially yesterday afternoon when riding a beol in the toilet there were "disturbing".

Cold air or rather anyep (a kind of cold) radiated through the ventilation holes in the upper wall where I was sitting. I sat down at Father's bedside. I was clamoring, somehow the atmosphere felt very quiet. I stood up, opened the door and looked out of the room. It was indeed quiet, and there was a thin mist along the corridor of the Hospital. I hurried back in, and closed the door.

I sat down again, Lesehan. To take my mind off the fear, I opened a comic, and read it. The first comic I picked was Detective Canon. I was immersed in the reading, but then . . .

Sreett Sreett Sreettt

Sounds like dragged footsteps could be heard approaching. Slowly but surely, the sound came as if from the next room. Though as far as I know the room next door is empty, there are no patients occupying there. I sharpened my ears and it turned out that my heartbeat began to feel irregular. The cold air was unable to block the pore pore of my skin launching its sweat liquid.

Sreet Sreett Sreett

The sound was as if rotating on the front porch of the room. I began to hope and pray, hopefully whatever is outside will not come in here and bother me. It's enough with all the terror and strangeness that I've experienced in my home this late. I don't want terror in this hospital either.

The sound stopped, silent, silent. The silence made me feel even more creepy. Should I wake up Father?

Citttt

The door to the room opened from the outside. Damn damn shit. I was nervous but also curious. Some of me asked me to look at the door, others told me to just shut up.

"Mas, the floor wants me a mop," a man's voice. I quickly turned my head, and it turned out that the Hospital janitor was holding his mop. I breathe, relieved. Turns out that voice was the voice of Mas again mop. I cursed myself for being parno an and scared to death.

"I-iya mas," I replied stammering.

I immediately folded the mat, and kept it beside Father's bed. Mas mas her deftly mopped the room, up to the corner of the corner no one was missed. It looks clean and makes the room smell fresh.

"Sampun mas (already mas), excuse me," Masnya smiled satisfied with the results of his work, then out of the room.

"And?," I woke up, calling me soft.

"Ah, yes sir?" I approached.

"Take you drink" Father asked me to get you some water. A vial of a*ua one and a half liters, on the table I took. I poured it into a glass and I gave it to you.

Glek Glek Glek

I drank it until it was over. It looks really thirsty.

"Maleh Sir (You want Pak)?" I asked my father, seeing that the glass was empty.

"No, I've." He answered briefly. He threw his body back.

Ubuukk Uhuukk Uhuuukk

Suddenly you were like choking, a cough that sounded dry.

Uhuukk uhuukk uhuukk

The water you drink is regurgitated. The blanket that you wear is wet with vomit water.

"Sir, aren't you pa pa?" I asked, panicking.

"A dime of water kayak e, itching in the throat," the father replied softly.

He patted his chest gently and then returned to lay down trying to sleep again. Looks like you still need a lot of rest. I folded the wet blanket, put it in a crackle bag, and grabbed a new blanket from inside the bag. I took it to the Father's body.

Drrtt Drrtt Drrtt

My HP on the table is shaking. An SMS came in, from Irul.

And, I want to apologize to you for all the wrongs I've done. For all my words the other day. You can hate me, you have the right not to forgive me. Take care of yourself, no matter what happens, I always think of you as my friend. Arriving outside Java later, I will change Bro's number. I intend to open a new life in my place later. This might be our last communication. May you and your family always be given health, all the problems that happen to you soon get a way out. Say hello to classmate C too, I'm not saying goodbye to anyone but you Bro.

Thank you and see you again.

SMS is quite long from Irul. I was stunned to read it. I'll reply shortly.

Yes Bro. I wish you well until your destination, success in your new place.

Ting. SMS sent. I waited a while, there was no SMS report delivered. I tried to call him to say goodbye.

The number you are going to is either inactive or out of range. Try a few more moments. Tuutt

No longer be contacted. I let out a breath. I didn't think that one kunyuk would leave and our friendship ended this way.

I looked back at Father, who seemed to have gone back to sleep. I went back to picking up comics to accompany my solitude. The comic that Irul finally couldn't return. I stepped out of the room, sitting in the front seat breathing deeply, turning my mind into the comic story.

...* * *...

The afternoon after the sublime, Lik Diran came with a worker.

"Wes Dan, don't look after your father. Said you had a work schedule today," Lik Diran said to me who was still busy stuffing comics into a bag.

"Yes Lik," I answered briefly. Today I have a broadcast schedule, if the lecture schedule happens to be empty.

"Cock rations still intact Dan?" Lik Diran asked me, seeing the porridge on the bowl on the table untouched, still intact.

"Yes Lik, I don't want to maem at all. He said there was no appetite. Daritadi tiduur only", I explained.

"Well, later try not to refer to e . . . hopefully want to eat. If you don't eat, you can't be healthy" Lik Diran sighed.

"Yes Lik. Lek sleeps and has pules, but maem e blas mboten purun (not at all want to eat)," I grabbed my backpack and carried it.

"I don't work sek ya Lik", I say goodbye to Lik Diran and greet the worker Lik Diran, who just quietly did not comment anything.

I'm not saying goodbye to Father. I was still sleeping and occasionally heard snoring. I walked out of the room, down the hallway of the Hospital to the parking lot. The weather this afternoon was quite blistering, contrasting with the cold and foggy morning. And I don't know why I feel a little dizzy, I hope I don't get sick.