The House in the Middle of Sawah

It was a bad day

The process of demolition of the house must stop. Lik Diran and some of his workers fled Mr. Manto to the Hospital. I chose to go home to Lik Diran. Clean up items, jasah, files, and important letters that have been moved.

When I was busy, Mbah Kung Kadir came to me.

"Dani?," Mbah Kung Kadir called out to me with a tone of voice that felt flat and cold.

"Ac, Eng. . . Dalem Kung," I replied slightly stuttered. Somehow this grandfather always felt intimidating.

"Sido dismantled omah? (So dismantle the house?)," Mbah Kung Kadir sat on the sofa then asked me. While I was busy opening open the drawer of the newly moved closet was forced to stop for a moment.

"Ah, anu Kung had an accident at home, so the demolition was postponed first," I was a little hesitant to discuss this with Kung Kadir.

"Lha mbongkar omah kok origin mbongkar. Ngono iku kudu ne takon nang me, golek dino sing pas (should ask me first, looking for a suitable day). Iku not from mlaku, grusa grusa (not from grusa grusu). Anyway wes no omongi, ojo ndudohne lek dadi wong weak, crew e dewe iki sing mbukak family deso kene (already not telling, do not show your weakness, do not show your weakness, do not show your weakness, our family is the family that founded this village once)," Mbah Kung Kadir spoke with a half-snaps.

"But Kung, who asked to demolish the house, you know. Mr. Kung is sick now, getting lemes. Poor Kung," I refute Mbah Kung Kadir, the sound in my throat feels like a hornet. This old man in front of me seemed to care less about the health of his own father, son.

"Yo lek manut I ra need to dismantle the omah. Ben piye's? Ra ono critane wong lara goro goro omah (Yes if the same I do not need to dismantle his house. For what, there is no story of the house making someone sick)," Mbah Kung Kadir continued to corner me.

"Kudune manut I wae jok mbiyen. Saben thursday wage tolu, gawe sesajen. Wes enough, ra will kedaden ngene (Should have followed me from the past. make offerings, will not happen like this)," Mbah Kung Kadir pointed to my pointer, as if all this was because of me. I was silent for a moment. My anger is in ubun ubun. These parents have been too much for me.

"Kung, njengan care not the same Father? Have you not yet looked at Father? Have you seen the situation Mr?," I turned to attack Mbah Kung Kadir with consecutive questions.

"I do care about your father. I ndino nang puthuk bead bead kan yo amrih Your father dang mari (Every day I am on the hill bead ya so that your Father quickly healed)," Mbah Kung Kadir answered my question in a high tone.

"Certainly? The results of opo Kung? My father is not healed. What you're doing is useless!," I raised my voice. This time it must have been from outside the house sounding like the voice of a quarrelling person.

"Lancang kowe dadi. Diomongi ra kenek, podho karo. (You cannot be told like your Father)," Kung Kadir glared at me. I don't care, for me the thought of this old man in front of me needs to be straightened out.

"Rumangsamu lek omah wes dismantled, opo iso nggawe omah neh, money ko ndi? kowe arep nngenger nang kene? Paleng o ra liwat o yo ngrepotne me (You think if the house so dismantled will be able to build the house again? Where's the money, arep hitchhiking here? The tip of the end that bothered me too)," Mbah Kung Kadir snapped me. The words and sentences that were very painful came out of his spicy mouth.

"The important thing is that you are healed, healthy first Kung," I answered this time softly. My voice seemed to be depressed by the tears that were about to drip. Maybe it's true that someone is getting older and more selfish. It is difficult to listen to the opinions of others, preferring to impose his own will. But what Mbah Kung Kadir just said really hurt my feelings.

Mbah Kung Kadir stood up from his seat and left me. Mbah Kung returned to the back house with half slamming the door. I'm not being a beberes, my mood is a mess. I sat in the closet behind me. Sadness, disappointment, hate and anger mixed into one, making the grains of water that eventually fell from the eye.

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HP that is leaned on the legs of the closet looks to move because of the vibration. A telephone came in, from Nita. Rarely does this girl call me. I wiped my tears and cleared my throat for a while then picked up the phone from Nita.

"Hallo Nit, assalamualaikum," I said hello first.

"Waalaikumsalam, And . . . Have you heard the latest news?" Nita sounded enthusiastic immediately nyerocos.

"What? Artist gossip?," I asked the original origin.

"Bahmu. Erni's motorcycle has met," Nita sounded serious with her words.

"Denger from Hasan I, he said Erni's motorbike met at the bottom of the Songo gorge. Pas yesterday there were people who run grass in the area, continue to find the motor condition is damaged, crumbled anyway. Keep reporting to the police. After investigation, license plate and engine frame and moreover yes I did not understand earlier that Hasan said, basically all fit, it's Erni Dan's motor," Nita explained in a way that mbulet talk.

"Can you reach the Songo ravine? Isn't that weird?" I asked Nita, biting her fingernails.

"Yes. If he said Erni plunged herself from the 3rd floor of the campus. Then, how could the motor be in the songo abyss? Well, it's still being investigated by the police, too" Nita turned out to be as thoughtful as I was.

Why is it in the Songo ravine? I kept silent remembering for a moment. Isn't Lik Wo wretched also in the songo ravine? I feel like this is no coincidence. Febi's? Don't let this have anything to do with that girl.

"Nit, do you know where Febi's ending is?" I switched the subject.

"Huh? Why be Febi's girlfriend?" Nita sounded surprised by my question.

" Just answer, do you know where Febi ends this late?," I asked again. Febi has not been seen on campus for weeks.

"I don't know Dan. The phone is also off" Nita answered quickly.

"Tomorrow Hasan, we go to Febi's house" I decided to go to the girl's house, but to be honest I didn't dare to be alone, so I thought it was better to take Hasan and Nita.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Nita still sounded curious.

"Tomorrow is not clear, e tree said the same bebebmu, tomorrow invited Dani to the house of Febi. Okay?," I urge Nita, a little force her to go to Febi's house tomorrow.

"Yes dehh. . .," Nita meng yes, sound resigned. Then Nita hung up on him.

I was still sitting on the front porch, enjoying the heat of the sun raining down on the skin. In April 2011 is almost over, the rainy season is over, but the problems in my life have not yet met the end point.

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