The House in the Middle of Sawah

Explanation of Bu Surti

Finished eating the course of Guidance and counseling in elementary school, I, Nita and Hasan had lunch together in the Mak Emi canteen.

"And, are we going to Febi's place?" Nita opened the conversation, while Hasan and I were still focused on pouring soy sauce into the newly served batagor.

"Yes so dong," I answered briefly, feeding one piece of batagor into the mouth, a savory sweet spicy taste immediately spread in the sense of taste.

"Why are we going there?" Nita asked again.

"You po don't feel weird about that one girl?" I asked Nita.

"How weird?" Nita still didn't understand.

"Well, it's weird, these last few weeks, not going to college," I reasoned, it's hard to explain my suspicions without any real evidence.

"By the way Irul kunyuk suddenly moved outside Java yes," Hasan spoke with a mouth full of batagor, his voice like a gargle.

"Nggilani slovenly . .," Nita hit Hasan's arm.

"Yes? Yangkemmuuu opooo, "I sewot, like being a mosquito repellent for this couple in front of me.

I sighed, weighing the worry to tell or not Irul's relationship with Febi, until Irul was forced to move or evacuate outside Java.

"Something's hiding Dan, what's wrong?" Nita asked, looking at my gagat.

"Just tell me, like who wae is, we've been a long time," Hasan sok fun.

I sighed again, and finally told her what happened between Irul and Febi. How Irul got a spell from Febi to be able to conquer girls on campus. Also Irul who finally had to become a member of Febi, threatened and sent me by Febi. Brother Iwan who went crazy, also because of the spell Febi. As well as my suspicion of Febi being the mastermind behind Erni's fall from the 3rd floor of the campus. That's all I'm telling Nita and Hasan, stories as necessary so they don't ask too many questions.

" huh? Jerky!," Hasan and Nita compactly shocked to hear my story.

"Your woes don't make any sense, bray" Hasan slightly grumbled.

"Eat him, let's go to Febi's house. I have to meet him. But I don't dare to be alone" I smiled a little.

"Okay, I'm not sure about your story either. Well we look at the Febi, maybe he didn't slurp because of illness or whatever," Nita also didn't believe my story.

The reaction I expected. Because indeed for those who do not experience it directly all my story is like a child's imaginary story.

"If so, let's go now" I've spent my chalices on the plate. Hasan and Nita agreed.

"Your food paid for it? Itung itung the treaty is better. Yesterday was a fight," I grinned.

"Huh? Are you telling Dani the same story?" Nita asked Hasan.

"Well, a little bit" Hasan smiled, Nita grumbled.

" The Yang Yang, the Yang in the rocking yang," I was again irritated and uncomfortable to hear Nita's friendly-ass-calling call to Hasan. Maybe I'm jealous of you.

I rode the thor, while the lovebirds flocked to Febi's house. Febi's house is not too far from the city center. About twenty minutes the three of us had arrived at the home industry area. There are industries, tofu, tempeh, and some chips and snacks. While the Febi family are rengginan makers.

The three of us arrived at the maroon-painted house with a yard the size of a basketball court. There is a large mango tree with a thick fruit and ripe. I got off Thor, walked to the door. Hasan and Nita tailed behind me.

"Assalamualaikum," I said hello.

A little while later appeared a little boy of SD age, his sister the Febi.

"Waalaikumsalam, would you like to buy a loan?" asked his sister Febi.

"Ah, is your mother on the deck?" Nita asked, smilingly looking at her sister Febi.

"I'm ra duwe Shoot (I don't have mbak)," replied his sister Febi then ran into the house. Me, Hasan and Nita were shaking their heads at the misbehavior of her sister Febi.

A moment later, Febi's mother came to be shocked, a little surprised to see the arrival of the three of us.

"Son Dani huh? Come in" Mrs Surti, Febi's mother, let her guests in.

"You want to pesen rengginan for your mother or what about Nak?," Bu Surti asked me after I sat in the wooden chair of the living room. It used to be a few times I have been here to take orders rengginan Ibuk, it turns out that Surti still quite memorized with me.

"Hmm, it turns out that silent you often come here to the boss?," Hasan whispered teasingly to me. I elbowed Hasan's stomach, but he chuckled.

"Anu Ma'am, we're actually here to start Febi, Febi is Mom?" Nita took over the conversation when she saw that Hasan and I were joking. The moment Nita said that question, Bu Surti's expression instantly turned agitated.

"Ah, yes Ma'am. Emm, Febi hasn't been to college for a long time" I added.

Mrs Surti remained silent, like confusion.

"The boy was no longer a member of this family!," His father Febi came from behind, speaking half-jamming.

"Sir, patience. They don't know what. Back again, yes. Let Ibuk do the talking," Bu Surti stood up to calm her husband. Ask her husband to come back.

"So gini nak . .," Bu Surti sat back down, taking a deep breath.

"The boy's been a few weeks away from home. She .. . has angered the whole house with her behavior," Bu Surti looks sad. Me, Nita and Hasan quietly listened.

"Maybe you already know, that Febi has a privilege. From a young age, the child can see and communicate with other creatures. We as her parents were worried. We tried to eliminate that ability. My sister-in-law, happens to handle it. But such abilities cannot be lost. Well, our family is getting used to Febi. But some time he's become more and more so, I don't know what the cause is. He once tried to eat live khoi fish in a pond behind his sister's. Then, when his sister caught him and was about to complain to the Father, Febi tried to drown his sister in the pool. Dipped his sister's head into the pool, until almost something bad happened. Fortunately, the Father came and stopped Febi. After that Febi left and had never returned home again," Bu Surti closed the story, a few tears dripping from her already wrinkled eyes.

Neither I, Hasan nor Nita remained silent. Confused about what to say or comment.

"Excuse us, make the argument sad," Nita apologized for breaking the silence.

"Mom, maybe you know, where is Febi now?" I asked. Bu Surti shook his head.

"Febi's father was already angry, did not want to know anymore news or the state of his son," Bu Surti wiped his tears.

"But son, if you know or meet the boy anywhere please tell him that I, his mother, miss him" Bu Surti again shed tears.

None of the three of us make a sound. Because we can't promise when we'll ever see that girl again. One more unanswered question, what exactly happened to Febi?

Perhaps only time will be able to unravel all these mysteries . . .