The House in the Middle of Sawah

Unload it!

I was shocked when Amel woke up this morning. I saw the clock on the studio wall, 7 in the morning. Damnit damnit! I woke up bad luck. I should have gotten up earlier. Today was the plan Lik Diran and his workers want to demolish the house.

"Ah, Mel just woke me up at this hour anyway?" I grumbled, blaming Amel for my own carelessness.

"Well, it's still good not to wake up. No thanks for spraying. . .Wooh, you know!," Amel grumbled in disbelief.

"Lha is not your broadcast schedule from half 6 am Mel. Why not wake me up. Ah, . .," I'm still continuing to vent my frustration on Amel.

"Eemm, yes I was late. It was almost 6. .he he," Amel laughed to himself.

"Well, how do you understand me if you want to get up early. Then it's your own fault too, who told the mole like a modar," Amel again grumbled.

"Ah, males I'm talking to you Dan," Amel got up from the sofa of my bed and went into the broadcasting room.

I rubbed my eyes, a few belek grains fell out from there (jorok I swear). I folded the sarong and put it in the locker. Half-run me to the bathroom. To shorten the time I decided not to take a shower this morning. I brush my teeth, wash my face and rub my eyes. Lastly, I patted my cheeks to make them feel fresher and not sleepy.

I rushed over, dangkring over the "Thor" seat, heated it up for a bit, then hurtled off at high speed. After all this time, I'm finally going home. The streets are pretty rame in the hour now. Busy hours, time for people to go to work. But when it comes out of the city center the road starts smoothly, entering the sub-district Kencana street more smoothly, and when entering the village road coral street is empty, quiet, free of obstacles.

After passing through the lined house, crossing the bridge and rice fields, I arrived at the house that I still miss. The house that has accompanied me for almost twenty years. The house bears witness to how I learned to crawl, stand, run, learn to speak, spell, sing. Ahh, I feel a little sentimental at the moment.

Car pick up bumper stickers Love rejected Shaman act has parked dashing in the yard of the house. Some people were seen enjoying coffee and fritters while chatting on the front porch. While Lik Wo came out of the house. Seeing me coming, hunt him down and walk over.

"Where the hell is that? Waiting for you daritadi . .,"Lik Wo looked at his watch. I also went to see my watch. Eight is less than a quarter.

"Sorry Lik, I'm stuck (wake up bad luck)," I scratched my head that didn't really feel itchy.

"What kind of boy, this hour just woke up. Your mockery was pegged to a chicken," Lik Diran grumbled, I can only afford a grim smile.

"Yok, get in the house. Where should I move? If electronic devices are sure, but what closet cabinets are all brought? Lha wong already someone wants to weathered. Already want to be damaged, later raised worry even ambrol," Lik Diran invited me to enter the house. I tailed behind Lik Diran.

I hesitated to enter the house. The dust and the cobwebs are thick enough to welcome me. On the wall of the living room seen rows of ants crawling from the hole of the ceramic floor to the plavon of the house. Little little red ants, I memorize this kind of ant if it bites the pain is incredible. Some parts of the plavon look moldy.

Praangggggggg

The sound of falling objects shocked me and Lik Diran. The sound came from inside the middle room, Ibuk's room. I and Lik Diran rushed towards the room. When I opened the door, I saw a picture of a picture falling onto the floor. The photo should have been on the wall. Fragments of glass scattered, Lik Diran and I walked half on tiptoes so as not to be hit by broken glass.

I looked at the photos that fell. It was a picture of Father. While Ibuk's photo is still firmly stuck on the wall. I took a picture of you, removed and removed the broken glass that was attached.

"Auuww," The shards of glass pierced the tip of my index finger. Blood dripped from the open wound.

"Lhah, ngati ati Dan," Lik Diran gave a late warning.

"Yes Lik," I nodded and placed the photo on the room table.

Lik Diran and I were silent for a moment, maybe the same bad feeling we felt. But we don't want to talk about it. A hunch is just a feeling that seems to tell future events, but sometimes it is also influenced by the mood of the person. I have to think positively, get rid of bad assumptions and pray more.

"And, let's go out," Lik Diran broke the silence. I nodded in agreement.

After a while, opening the cabinets, drawers and checking all the rooms I sat on the terrace with Lik Diran and his workers.

"Lik, later the closet in front of the tv is in boyong. It contained letters, letters and important and important there all. The lights are also strong. Keep that table in my room too. Photo, wall hangings do not forget," I sneezed a few times because there was a lot of dust flying in the house.

"Yes, while it used to be?" Lik Diran asked to make sure. I nodded steadily.

"Oiya Lik, this is what will be immediately dismantled all to?," I looked at Lik Diran, in my small heart there was a little doubt and sadness to see this house demolished. Perhaps it is true that property can be sought, houses can be made and built again. But the memories in it will not come back.

"We moved your stuff first. Well, that's just starting to unload. The plan is the back first, the same bathroom kitchen, we take the same wooden tile. What do you think, Dan?" Lik Diran looked back at me.

"Yes I'm a man," I replied resignedly. Whatever it is, what matters is that you are healthy first, get well first.

Moving electronic goods, cabinets and some other items takes a long time. About 10 o'clock just finished the process of moving goods from this house to Lik Diran's house.

The workers of Lik Diran moved to the back of the house. They first dismantle the bathroom. The back is separated from the main building. The asbestos roof was lifted and carried to the front yard. The roof support wood made from the sengon tree is also lifted and moved.

"Aarrrgghhhh," one of the workers Lik Diran shouted in pain. Everyone looked at the source of the voice. A worker is seen sitting on the ground holding his leg.

"What's the matter?," Lik Diran asked, panicking.

"There was a black snake sir, biting my calf," Worker Lik Diran replied and showed his calf which was visible from a reptile bite scar.

"Sir, Sir. . . There were a lot of insects from the ground," another worker Lik Diran shouted, not far from the worker who had just been bitten by a snake.

"Huh? What insect?," Lik Diran asked half-stomped. I was curious, came closer and looked. It turns out that from the ground, popping canthang balung (a type of ant with a large head similar to termites), centipedes, scorpions, centipedes, millipedes and some other insects. Red ants also appear to be towering from another angle. The fine fur in my arms stood up, I felt disgust and horror.

"Let's take Manto to the hospital first. Stop demolishing the house first" Lik Diran gave command to his workers. While the worker who was bitten by a snake, Mr. Manto, was groaning in pain.

"Hey you! Ayoo, help lift Manto. . cepeettt," Lik Diran shouted to his workers, as most were dumbstruck, unmoved.

I am also, only able to be silent and dumbfounded. I feel strange and strange. I feel as if this house refuses to be demolished.