The River House

8. Something is drifting

Ellie was sitting on the grass in the front yard. Dusk makes the sky look dim and dim. A red-orange tinge is also seen among the mega overcasts.

Ellie read a blue book. The author's name is boldly printed at the top, Zainul Rikhman. The first book from Zainul that immediately sold hard in the market. A serial story tells of the suffering of an unarmed man who loved the son of a wealthy merchant.

Ellie has read the book several times. But there was no boredom in his heart. A very honest piece of writing from Zainul. A story that Ellie knew that from every sentence written, Zainul spilled his heart.

"I'm sorry" said Ellie. The story in the book reminds Ellie of her relationship with Zainul.

Thirteen years ago, on a Monday morning, Zainul came to Ellie after flying the flag. Ellie remembered Zainul's face which seemed to come to her.

"Thank you Ellie, thank you for replying to me. Replying to my feelings," said Zainul with sparkling eyes. 

Zainul wears a shabby gray white uniform. In his right hand was a pink paper.

"Reply what?" Ellie looked at Zainul not understanding.

"Letter from me the other day, finally today you reply. You don't have to be ashamed to admit it" Zainul pointed out the paper he had in his hand. 

"Sorry Nul. Your letter the other day I read only a glance, and I left it in the back of the classroom. I never intended to repay him. So it's not a reply from me, it's not my writing" Ellie said coldly. While Ellie's friend is seen laughing out loud behind her.

Zainul's face immediately seemed to change. The sparkling hue and happiness that had once radiated, now turned into an unspeakable shame.

"Sorry Nul, this needs to be told to you so that you realize where your fault lies. First, the letter kayak gini is not its era, now it is the time already SMS or phone so immediately buy HP. And secondly, I don't want a girlfriend to date, I want to focus on school," Ellie left Zainul who was still standing in the middle of the field. Ellie's friend continued to laugh as she followed Ellie's back.

The memories of thirteen years ago were glimpsed in Ellie's mind. Then he closed the book in his hand. There's regret in Ellie's heart, why she used to be so gluttonous to Zainul.

Ellie was still sitting looking at the sky that looked increasingly gloomy. Some black cloudy looks were moving wildly under the sky.

Without Ellie noticing, there was a figure walking to settle into the precipitate behind her. The figure approached Ellie with a heart. The figure seemed to be smiling with a grin while continuing to walk tiptoe. Their distance is getting closer and . . .

"Gliiee!"

A scream made Ellie flinch. Shocked is not a bitch. Mella laughs with satisfaction to surprise her old friend.

"Mella, you can make me hang," Ellie glared. Mella kept laughing looking at him.

"Partially yes, you surup surup kayak gini sitting dreamily facing the forest. Not afraid of getting a convoluted?" Mella sat down next to Ellie.

"What book is that?" Mella glanced at the book Ellie was holding.

"The first novel of Zainul. You know Mel, the story in this novel reminds me of my attitude towards Zainul first. I'm really sorry why I used to so often yell at her, be rude to her," Ellie sighed.

"That's Ellie's past. At that time, we were not adults. Our thinking and decision making are not yet mature. I think everyone has done something wrong to Zainul. And I don't think we need to complicate life, if we've done anything wrong, then apologize" Mella patted Ellie's shoulder.

"One of the reasons I came here was to apologize to Zainul" Mella smiled.

"What did you do wrong to Zainul Mel? I thought you were pretty familiar with him."

"Emmm, next time I tell you. For now we better get inside the house," Mella reached out her hand, taking Ellie to her feet.

Ellie agreed, and they walked into the house. Not far from there saw Mr. Mardoyo standing guard over the two friends. A grass-cutting scissor gripped him tightly.

"Sir Mardoyo is weird, serem," Mella whispered, inviting Ellie to speed up her steps.

Meanwhile in the river beside the house, among the gurgling sounds of water, came the carefree laughter of a pair of humans. Dipta and Norita play water, like the scenes of the romance movie Brolywood.

"Ngapain near close?" Norita pura glares.

"Hey, you've always looked beautiful Nor," Dipta launched her appeal.

"And you haven't changed in the past, you love to fight" Norita replied.

The Creator was already in front of Norita. His hand held Norita's hip in the water.

"By the way you're married, right?" He looked at the woman in front of him. His skin was clean, his nose was quite sharp with fine fur over his lips and around his ears. So tempting.

"As far as you know, I'm taking care of my husband's farewell" Norita said.

"What about you?" Norita asked back.

"I have one wife who is pregnant. It takes a lot of money to prepare for labor. Ah, it's really troublesome."

"Isn't your job very good?" Norita scrunched her forehead.

"Yes, but my salary is not enough," Dipta smiled wryly.

"Huh? How come?"

"Online gambling. I'm addicted" replied Dipta short.

"Have it, don't discuss household matters here. We're in the middle of nowhere, can't we have a little fun" the Creator looked back at Norita.

"You started it, you fool," Norita landed a pinch on Dipta's arm.

Bluunggg

There was the sound of something furthest into the water. The sound from the top of the river, loud enough to be heard even though the water gurgled so boisterously.

"What's that sound?" Norita turned to the source of the voice.

"What the hell? Maybe a twig or a wood fell. It's in the middle of the forest, "Dipta doesn't seem to care.

"Let's see what's drifting," Norita pointed to the top of the river. This time he looked at the attention.

The atmosphere was already quite dark, they had difficulty clearly seeing objects floating in the distance. Something brownish-white, swinging crazily in the water. There was a little red around it.

"Blooded water?" Norita's suffocating. His body creeps, but his vision does not want to be separated from something that floats.

Neither Norita nor Dipta could only remain glued, as the floating object passed past them. It is clear that a piece of tang*n was washed away by the swift water of the river.

At the top of the river, a shadow of a man running towards the house.

"Created, I'm afraid," Norita wept gripping Dipta's arm tightly.

"Damn it, we have to get out of this place immediately" the Creator trembled violently. Whose hand just drifted? And who washed it away? 

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