The Santet Neighbor Ku

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That night at about 9, our door was still wide open with the television on. The three of us were watching television. Suddenly a middle-aged man came to see you. We let him in.

In fine Javanese he chatted with my husband, while I made them coffee. I'm not very good at Javanese, but I clearly understand what they're talking about.

"Usually in the house next door there are young girls huh mas?" Ask the father carefully.

"White skin, tall skinny sir?"

"Nggeh mas, right. That's my son."

Jain and I were surprised to hear his words.

"I am her husband's sister, so my son is her nephew. But instead like her son she's."

The father's statement made us even more surprised, because the daughter turned out to be his nephew her husband the Mbah.

"Do you know where Dadang's contract is?"

We both shook our heads.

"My son has been a few days, he's still in school. But he ran away with Dadang. My mother was divorced for a long time, her mother lives on the island of Java. I called his mother to tell her to advise Ratih. But Ratih dared to defy me and his mother. Though before him his son was obedient and meek."

We could only be silent listening to the father pour out his heart. Which old man is not heartbroken, seeing his only daughter stop with a man and dare to defy him.

The father also asked for help when he saw his son Ratih, the father asked to be contacted immediately by phone. After giving the phone number, the father said goodbye to his sad face. The father was hoping to meet his daughter soon and take her home.

After the departure of the father, me and Jain mas so feel all wrong. On the other hand, we have to help, on the other hand we don't really want to interfere in the lives of others. We hope something bad doesn't happen.

Until the next days, I never saw the arrival of Ratih and the Mbah's son. Apparently they already knew that they were being searched by Ratih's father. I don't know where they found out.

That afternoon, I watered my chili plants in front of the house. So too with the gibbah. As usual, he greeted me very kindly and meekly with his thick Javanese accent. I don't want to ask about Ratih, because I'm not a paid detective or a volunteer. I prefer to be quiet on other people's personal matters.

Again, the chicken flew out of the net. Making me very upset, I chased the chicken so that he would go back into the backyard.

"Ndok, her net is added ndok.. let her chickens not go out and out." Say the mbah.

"Yes Mbah, I have asked Jain mas to add to the net. But, he said later, later and later..." I let out my annoyed expression.

"Yes ndok, let the chicken not go out."

After Jain worked, I spoke again my words the other day.

I went to the kitchen to make him a cup of coffee.

"Mas, our chickens are very naughty mas. tomorrow Friday buy another net mas, the net added so high. It's like the Mbah's next to the double net."

"Where is the money? you told me to buy a net, money doesn't have."

"If there is a mass there is a mas."

I let out a long sigh hearing the answer from my husband that always irritated me. Mas Jain does work every day, very rarely he has time off. But, the economic demands are suffocating us every day.

This week pay the motorcycle installments, next week the contract, next Sunday pay the land installments. There was hardly any time for our money to breathe. The rest of the money is just enough to eat everyday.

I had no intention of prolonging the matter with Mas Jain, even though his words irritated me I just kept quiet to avoid the commotion. I understand he's tired every day at work.

The next day, Mas Jain was off work. We intend to clean up the land that we cicil. The distance is quite far, about 30 km makes us have to leave in the morning to go home at night. Fortunately, in the location of the land we cicil adjacent to my in-laws. So after cleaning the garden, we could relax afterwards there.

At 19:00 we arrived home in dirty clothes and tired bodies. Arriving at the Mas Jain house directly put the chicken into the cage. Because, there are some chickens that if not helped can not get into the cage themselves.

But what Mas Jain found was shocking, a chicken with a broken leg.

"Astagfirulloh mas, that's the chicken why??" ask me very surprised.

"His chicken leg was broken, but it was not because of a wild animal. If the beast, usually the wounds on his body. But it's just his broken leg, and again his broken leg is not in his joint, but in the middle of it. I think this chicken leg was accidentally broken."

"Is it possible next to the perpetrator??"

"Who else if not them?!"

"But you can't do that!" I said half a whisper.

"No way what?! someone else he hurt, let alone a chicken!"

I was surprised to hear the words of Mas Jain, he had never su'udzon to anyone else before. I was still silent to see that awful chicken leg.

Because the chicken leg was broken, Mas Jain slaughtered it all. It was an unpleasant night for us.