The River House

V. Misty morning

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Pak Nyoto's rooster crowed pretty tight this morning. Perhaps the fowl felt comfortable living in an area with clean air. Or maybe on the contrary, animals that are accustomed to cages feel the fear of living in the middle of the wilderness.

Mak Surti rushed to the main house. Miko and Mr. Nyoto are still asleep enjoying the cold morning mountain air. Miko who usually does not wet her bed, this time seen sleeping in a wet state around her waist. The 5-year-old toddler does not seem to be accustomed to temperatures reaching 16 degrees Celsius in the morning.

Mak Surti walks in the backyard. The grass he stepped on was cold with a few grains of morning dew on the surface of his green leaves. The house building was covered by a white tepal fog, like flying cotton.

Mak Surti arrived at the back door of the main house. The back door lock of the house has indeed been placed on Mak Surti. So that Mak Surti can enter the house without disturbing his master's sleep.

Mak Surti was about to open the door when a strange sound rang out around him. A voice like footsteps stepping on dry twigs and leaves. Mak Surti immediately circulated his gaze. Looking around, but nothing is seen. The fog was too thick to be penetrated by his sense of sight.

Mak Surti was both curious and curious. It was unlikely that any member of his master's family had woken up from his sleep. Moreover, the air was very cold, also the atmosphere was still quite dark. Who in the morning was walking through the fog?

Mak Surti suddenly felt his nape bristling. His body seemed to signal that something was watching him in the darkness. Buru buru Mak Surti opened the door, about to enter the house. But suddenly, his shoulder was patted from behind.

"Duh Gusti's. Hoong wilaheng petruk semar. Satan ra doyan demit ra ndulit," Mak Surti closed his eyes in fear, while his mouth was rumbling indistinctly.

"Mak? Why?" A voice sounded greeting. The voice that Mak Surti knew.

Mak Surti opened his eyes and turned his head slowly. It turned out that Erwin was standing behind Mak Surti. The handsome young man was wearing a dark green hoodie. Also training pants of similar color.

"Duhhh Nak Erwiin's. I was shocked I swear!" Mak Surti patted his chest. It still felt his heartbeat pumping blood at high speed.

"Huhuh? Shocked until his side Mak," Erwin shook his head.

"Lha Nak Erwin said the morning blind was here," Mak Surti was still grumbling in annoyance.

"I'm from 5am this morning running Mak, running around. Thirsty people go back home with no water. Good thing to see Mak Surti here. I want to take a drink" said Erwin, grinning. Then, he went inside the house.

Mak Surti was still standing in the doorway. And once again there was a sound like a dried leaf being stepped on. This time Mak Surti no longer want kepo or curious. He immediately entered the house and closed the door. Then followed Erwin into the kitchen.

Afterwards Mak Surti began to be preoccupied with cooking activities. There was a small piece of paper stuck on the door of the fridge. A request for a food menu from her employer.

"What's this morning cooking Mak?" Erwin asked after downing a large glass of mineral water. Now the long-haired young man was sitting in the front seat of the dining table.

"This, sir asked to make vegetable soup with potato paste" said Mak Surti showed the paper in his hand.

"Yeah, even though I want fried rice made by Mak Surti lhoh. Hmm it feels like a spell," continued Erwin look disappointed.

"Yes, later if Mak has finished cooking his request Mr. Ferry, Nak Erwin did not make fried rice. All for my husband too" Mak Surti smiled. The thumbs up from Erwin.

"As far as Erwin's. Nak Erwin is the nephew of his master Mak Surti. So, Nak Erwin's request is the same as Master's, '" replied Mak Surti.

"Mak don't do that. I just hitchhiked here. Ngrepotin Mas Ferry doang," Erwin looks sad at first glance.

"The Word Ibuk . . .Bu Rofida I mean, Nak Erwin is already considered as his own child, you know," Mak Surti tried to encourage Erwin.

"Yes, but Mas Ferry never considered me a sister. Especially Vivi, you are fierce to me," Erwin sighed, this time Mak Surti silently did not reply. The woman seemed confused as to what to say.

Erwin reached into his wide hoodie pocket. He pulled out a small red book. He put the book on the table and opened it.

"Read what the hell?" Tanya Mak Surti was curious.

"Mak's storybook," Erwin answered briefly. He was busy turning the pages of the book.

"Ashik really, Mak Surti when can I borrow?" Tanya Mak Surti.

"Huh? Sure Mak? Read this book only once. Must be read many times, just make opium. Though this is a fiction book but the depiction of the story is like real," Erwin explained.

"Physical? Fiction? What'sthat?" Mak Surti asked, looking completely clueless.

"Ah Mak Surti," Erwin's head gelang.

"I'll tell you, Mom, it's a secret" Erwin half-whispered.

"What's this? That book from Nak Erwin's girlfriend?" Ask Mak Surti. His forehead was so curious.

"No," Erwin.

"This book I read, all the works of Zainul Rikhman. Mak Surti knows who Zainul Rikhman is?" Erwin looked at Mak Surti with a strange smile on his lips. Mak Surti shook his head quickly.

"Zainul Rikhman or Zainul Rich Man is the one who passed the land in the middle of this forest to Mbak Anggun. He is a successful writer, rich. All of his books are best sellers, selling millions of copies. I collected almost all of his books. There's one book I'd love to have but haven't been delivered yet. The limited edition book that supposedly only printed as many as 100 pieces," Erwin told me with twinkling eyes. Mak Surti does not seem to understand.

"Author of Zainul Rich Man is now increasingly popular among art and literature students. It was because he disappeared like smoke. It is unclear whether he is still alive or hiding. A work will be increasingly known when the creator's life is shrouded in mystery. I'm also very curious. That's why I'm so excited to stay here. Who knows if the author is still alive and hiding in the rubble of his burning house," Erwin grinned.

"Huh, Erwin boy just nakutin Mak Surti!" Mak Surti rubbed his nape back goosebumps.

Erwin chuckled, his laughter sounding loud breaking the misty silence of the morning. Meanwhile in the backyard, a pair of middle legs settles behind the trees, watching and watching the new home of the Lawanto Ferry family.

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