The House in the Middle of Sawah

After 7 days, what else is it?

It has been 8 days since my father left. Lik Diran house that had felt crowded for 7 days yesterday preparing for his 7 daily event, now feels quiet and empty. And when the quiet atmosphere comes then the pain and suffering somehow comes back gnawing at my heart.

I sat on the front porch, looking at the pot full of rice plants that were bowed down in the pouring rain last night. Every night for 8 days it always rained quite hard. Every morning leaving a puddle of brown water in the yard of Lik Diran's house. But this morning, a blue sky was visible up there. Maybe today will be brighter than yesterday.

My mother approached me, putting warm tea in a big glass. Thin warm smoke was seen floating over it. My mother sat next to me.

"Sister where is Buk?," I looked back, not to see the cute little guy who usually rame.

"Not yet awake. Pules sleeping e. Since this cold hawane is possible," Ibuk replied with a smile. I saw the clock on HP already at 7 o'clock turns out.

"Daann, it looks like we'd better stay in the store instead huh," Ibuk sounded out a sigh.

"Yes, I also thought so Buk," I agreed to Ibuk's proposal.

"I don't want to trouble Lik Diran and Mbah Kung with a continuous ride here Buk," I continued.

"Some of us should also start reopening the store. The only relic of the Father, the source of our family income Buk," I looked at Ibuk. Although it still looks murat gurat sadness there but it is much better than yesterday.

"Well, you're right. One of the things we can do to honor the efforts of your late Father is to reopen the store. Continuing her struggle," Ibuk smiled at me.

I think it's sadness, and it's still in this family. But by strengthening each other, we are definitely able to get through it.

My little sister was seen walking half a run running towards me. Then he sat in the middle between me and Ibuk. The glass was in his hand so that the tea in the glass was spilled slightly on the granite floor. My sister yawned wide, her drool marks were still left behind in the form of a white line on the cheeks. I laughed at him, you little boy. Kuremas squeezed her slightly curly hair.

"Nduukk, if we stay in the store, will you?" Ibuk asked smilingly at Sister.

"Maaoooo . . e same tree same powder brother," My sister replied lightly, with her language still not heard clearly. Mom and I laughed together. Laughter that first appeared since my father's departure. Although at the end of the laughter were tears that accidentally dripped from the corner of the eye.

The sound of a motor approaching. Then enter the courtyard of Lik Diran's house. Several workers Lik Diran came down and hurriedly ran towards us.

"Mas, Mr. Diran e wonten (there)?," Mr. Manto one of the loyal Lik Diran workers, who was bitten by a snake when he wanted to dismantle the house, asked me.

"Ah, a moment sir. Don't call me" I went inside the house.

"Lik's? Lik?," I was in front of the door of Lik Diran's closed room, calling out to Lik Diran. A moment later, Lik Diran came out, looking as if he had just woken up from his sleep.

"What's the matter Dan?" Lik Diran asked me with his pillow face.

"That, in front there was Mr. Manto and some njengan workers," I answered Lik Diran's question, pointing at the front of the house.

Lik Diran hurriedly walked to the front porch of the house. I follow behind him.

"What about?," Lik Diran asked his workers.

"Anu Pak . . . no to, we've been looking for a few days now" Manto replied with a bow.

"Duh, piye yo? Are we going to the bead hill again? I didn't come, I didn't bother at home. You guys can, right?" Lik Diran looked worried. The workers exchanged glances and nodded.

"Nggeh can sir. What time is it (what time)?" Lik Manto asked. Maybe Lik Manto is a kind of foreman who became an extension of the tongue of other workers.

"Yes, don't take a shower, at 9 o'clock you're here again?" Lik Diran gave instructions.

"Lhoh you know, breakfast was here to," Lik Diran prevented his workers from leaving, invited everyone to breakfast.

"Ngapunten sir. We had breakfast at home. We do not go home first, later everything will be here at 9 pak," Mr. Manto rejected Lik Diran's offer by keeping his head down.

"That's it," Lik Diran sighed, his workers one by one went by.

"What the hell is Lik?," I don't understand what Lik Diran was talking about and his workers asked.

"Mbah Kung Kadir. Not knowing where," Lik Diran let out a heavy sigh.

"Well, isn't there on the manic hill?" Ibuk asked. Lik Diran just shook his head slowly.

Mbah Kung Kadir was seen at home the last time the day before he was gone. So when you were buried Mbah Kung Kadir was not at home and probably did not know that one of his children had left. At that time no one tried to look for him, because neither I nor Lik Diran was very shocked by the departure of the Father. In recent days, Lik Diran sent his workers to find Mbah Kung Kadir.

"Actually Mbah Kung that if on the hill bead manik is sometimes that long. Last I remember about the beginning of last year almost a month Mbah Kung did not come home. But this time we have to find, Mbah Kung must know Kakang is no more," Lik Diran leaned his body against the door leaf.

"Let me come along Lik, Nyari Mbah Kung to the hill bead bead," I asked to participate, frankly I want to get fresh air after days not out of this house. A week ago I did not go to college, I also asked for permission to temporarily not broadcast hours on the radio.

"Yes it's okay. You also need to know our family land there, anyway" Lik Diran smiled. So, indeed in addition to a very large agricultural land, Lik Diran and Mbah Kung Kadir have moorland that covers more than half the total area of the manic hill.

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At exactly 9 o'clock, the workers of Lik Diran had gathered in the courtyard of the house with his two-stroke motor. Motor that sounds more noisy but about power is number 1.

"This is Dani coming with Mr. Father" said Lik Diran while wearing high boots made of rubber.

"Nggeh Sir. What matters is the strong grip later Mas Dani ngggeh. Soale jalan e nanjak very slippery so ride the bike a bit gas that," Mr. Manto replied, warning me. I'm nodding. I'm already ready. I was dressed in thick clothes, wearing a hat and rubber shoes.

"Dani, ngati ati. Later gocelan sing strong," Ibuk advised me, looking worried.

"Yes Buk. Relax," I smiled and kissed Ibuk's hand.

Finally the group left. I was hugged by Mr. Manto while Lik Diran was hugged by another worker. The distinctive noise of the two motor does not echo, going to the direction of the bead hill.

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