The River House

II. First Dusk

In the afternoon, the darkness came faster. People who are used to living in the city center with the crowds and bright lights are quite surprised by the evening atmosphere in the middle of the forest. The shadow of a large tree around the house blocks sunlight from entering, so that half-five in the afternoon is like eight in the evening.

The buzzing sound of large mosquito mosquitoes, forest-specific mosquitoes flying around the ears. It bothers me with a painful bite. Mr. Nyoto shook his hand with a visibly irritated facial expression.

"Eye, is there no mosquito repellent?" Mr. Nyoto shouted to Mak Surti.

"Forgot sir did not buy. Nih, the Miko is also bentol bentol body bitten by a mosquito," Mak Surti chimed.

"Take the Miko to the main house, you will have time to prepare dinner. There is an electric mosquito repellent, it must be safe" Mr. Nyoto advised.

"But you sure you're here alone?" Tanya Mak Surti hesitated.

"Well, why? Mbok think I'm afraid of being alone here?" Mr. Nyoto sewot.

"It's not so Mr. Ee, I mean it's sure that he was left alone in this place. Mas Erwin's room was still a mess, too" Mak Surti shook his head.

"No pa pa pa. Half an hour is also in order, just lift the mattress continues to be placed on the cot, the same pairs of bed linen," Mr. Nyoto stroked the elus beard, thinking.

"Ho oh's. Yaudah, if that's not staying in the main house. If there's anything, need anything, just call," Mak Surti held Miko, walking out to the main house.

After the death of Mak Surti, Mr. Nyoto continued his busy arranging the mattress. The sound of insects insects at night sounded earthy starting his concert.

"In the noisy city the sound of cars passing by. In the middle of the forest kayak gini, the ears contained beetles and friends," Mr. Nyoto shook his head. He muttered alone.

Finished arranging the mattress, Mr. Nyoto headed to the backyard. He was about to check the power supply generator of the house. When opening the back door, Mr. Nyoto was quite surprised to see Erwin standing under a banyan tree. His niece was heard talking alone.

Mr. Nyoto approached doubtfully. There is fear and worry. Given that they currently live in the middle of the forest, there could be possessed or something like that.

"Find your book," a sentence uttered by Erwin faintly caught by Mr. Nyoto's sense of hearing.

"Son. . .Erwin boy?" Mr. Nyoto called doubtfully. He kept a few steps apart with the young man.

Erwin was silent, suddenly the atmosphere became silent. The young man with long hair stood looking back at Mr. Nyoto. He just stood up, not looking unmoved.

Glekk

Mr. Nyoto gulped. A feeling of fear began to envelop his heart. Moreover, the coldness of the forest that makes the nape more and more creepy.

"Son Erwin?" Again Mr. Nyoto called. His throat needs water. His heart rate was pounding irregularly.

"Yes sir?" Erwin arrived and replied. He looked over, with lips that were smiling widely.

"Ahh," Mr. Nyoto was surprised and took a few steps back.

"What's up, sir?" Erwin scratched his head.

"Anu, son Erwin just ngagetin. Fortunately my old heart did not stop suddenly," Mr. Nyoto told*s elus his chest.

"Ha ha ha. .do not that dong Pak. What the hell is it? How could I seem to be afraid of that" Erwin asked as he rattled.

"This is sir, I'm memorizing the text of the drama" Erwin showed a piece of paper in his right hand.

"Ohhhhh," Mr. Nyoto the mangosteen.

"My lecture will soon be completed, sir. I started looking for work. The intention is to join the drama studio or theater, maybe it can also go to the capital to participate in the casting," explained Erwin.

"So that artist? Tv on?" Mr. Nyoto asked.

"My body does not fit Mr. on TV. .ha ha ha ha," continued Erwin followed by his laughter that echoed.

Erwin is about to graduate. He has successfully completed his studies. Erwin will hold an S.Sn degree or bachelor of arts. His mind is currently busy looking for work according to his talents and interests. He wanted to immediately have his own income, so as not to continue to trouble the Lawanto Ferry family.

Meanwhile Mak Surti entered the main house through the back door. The atmosphere of the house is so quiet. Maybe his employer was in his room upstairs.

Mak Surti lowered Miko from the sling. He gives Miko some toy robots, then immediately opens a large crackle bag lying on the kitchen table. There are a lot of fresh vegetables in it. Also meat, eggs and some tuna pieces, as well as raw seafood.

Mak Surti lifted the food one by one, then put it in a large refrigerator with two doors.

"Miko, you're a toy there. I want to cook first," Mak Surti smiled looking at his only son.

"Yes Bukk," Miko replied with her innocent face.

Mak Surti kissed Miko's cheek, then moved to the front of the kitchen table. Deftly Mak Surti sliced the slices of kale and chickpeas. Some tempe boards and tofu are also cut with a perfect box shape.

Mak Surti hand to switch to reach for onion, garlic, chilli, and other seasoning spices. Saute it for a while, then mix everything in a cobek made of wood.

When Mak Surti was busy with his cooking, there were footsteps coming down the stairs located next to the kitchen. Mak Surti turned his head, watching who was coming. It turned out that her beautiful master was seen walking from the top floor.

Graceful, Mak Surti's employer is really a beautiful woman. Without makeup, and only wearing white pajamas, the aura of her beauty remains undeniable. But unfortunately, anyone who sees it now must immediately suspect the beautiful woman is not okay.

His face was haggard, his eyes were glaring. His cheekbones look a little protruding, while his eyelids sometimes look very black. His lips were a tinge of red but the pale impression was undeniable. In the last few months, her weight has dropped dramatically.

"Ah Madam, am I interrupting the break?" Mak Surti slightly bowed.

"Ah no Mak. As usual, I couldn't close my eyes. Although this body feels tired," said Anggun lirih.

Gracefully turned to look at Miko who did not care about her arrival. The toddler was still engrossed in playing the Robot, so carefreely conversing with the object made of plastic.

"Ahh, Miko. .enak is a child," Anggun squatted in front of Miko.

Miko looked up, noticed a glimpse of Anggun's face then returned engrossed with her toys.

"Yeah, Aunt dicuekin nih," Anggun smiled, slowly he stood up and stepped his feet into the living room.

Mak Surti watched his master's back walk away. Mak Surti never knew, that the current Anggun biting his own lips held a sense of sadness in the heart. Grief that is harbored and only he himself knows.

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