They're Here

Chapter 12: Reciting Their Legacy

Life is full of choices. Each step will have a different history. Once the decision has been made, it must be lived with all his heart. No more phrases “try if this is” or “but not so”.

It is not easy to let go of the supposition in the head. However, I believe every footing is a story that has been included in my life story. Right now, one word I keep encouraging in mind, which is “hadapi”. Good or bad, right or wrong, I look at everything in front of my eyes with confidence.

I knocked on the slightly weathered and porous wooden door on some of its sides. Then, I asked for greetings so that the owner of the house came out.

No need to wait long, Mang Sata also opened the door. The look on his face painted a deep sadness. He also did not wear clothes until it was clearly wrapped in a pale skinny body.

“Assalamualaikum!” greetings again when the right foot goes into the interior of the house.

“Live in, Yan. No need to say hello again,” said Mang Sata. Then, he let me sit in a chair that was no longer soft.

Not wanting a lot of time-consuming opening, I immediately conveyed Robi's condition to Mang Sata. Honestly, I wanted to ask this and that; about the reality of this place, why and how it could be like this, why Mang Sata looked older than I had seen before, and his main purpose was to ask me to go to his house. However, Robi's condition is much more in need of explanation and help.

Mang Sata slightly turned his head to the ceiling. He seemed to be holding back the rate of tears that were about to strike his cheeks.

“Then Rusman went missing with Hamid, and Moses, his mother looked so depressed. Every day he looked for Rusman at the quarry and around the bridge. But always go home with tears of heart. Until one day, he was found leaving the world near under a bridge that was built. Said the people there, he slipped when he was about to go down to the river,” said Mang Sata with a trembling voice.

“Yana is very sorry, Mang. Sorry, since moving to Jakarta, Yana doesn't know anything about the news here" I trembled.

"Mamang understood," seduya.

"Ep…. Is Yana allowed to ask for help in advance related..” I don't want to hear more about Mang Sata's grief, but I'm afraid that Aisah and her mother have returned to this village. I didn't want to hear their scolding when I found out I wasn't in the room. Huh! It's like chasing two dimensions of time for two interests.

Mang Sata cut my sentence. “Did Rusman, Hamid, and Moses tell you where they are?” tanyanya.

“I... yes, Mang,” I replied honestly.

Mang Sata took his clothes hanging on a wooden pole, then put them on his body. “Mamang Antar to get there now. The sooner they are found, the sooner you can go home. Come, Yan!”

Mang Sata got up from his sitting position. He took the caping and hoe as if he were going to the field. Then, his feet hurriedly led to leave immediately.

“But, Mang...” I also stood up. However, no steps driven – still choose to survive until getting certainty. I'm so worried about Robi.

“Your friend's condition relies heavily on the discovery in which Rusman, Hamid, and Moses are buried as a mashup. They are the ones who have taken your friend's tribe hostage, as a guarantee that you do not deny your purpose to come to this village,” said Mang Sata.

Is it true what Mang Sata said?

There is indeed a common thread between the statement of him and the mother, which is Robi's tribe stuck in this village. But I still weigh one question. What is actually a non-breed, namely Mang Sata? His appearance was difficult to rationalize.

“You've known Mamang for a long time, right? Believe the same Mama! You are like Mamang's own child,” said Mang Sata as if he could read my mind.

Is correct. Although all circumstances doubt logic, Mang Sata cannot be evil to me. Despite her mysterious attitude, she was the only person I knew before in this village.

I walked behind Mang Sata. It felt bitter and horrified, because suddenly the sky turned pitch-black. The wind was blowing hard enough to shake the bones.

Just as I was about to ask why things had turned grim, Mang Sata asked me not to say a word during the journey towards the bridge.

Hem! There was no reason to disobey his orders.

Time is like being at the top of the night. My energy began to drain, because the steps did not reach the goal. Feels a long time, feels so long a path that is stuck without being able to recognize the actual situation. From earlier only through a row of bamboo trees and pematang paddy fields.

“You're still strong, right? Soon we arrive,” said Mang Sata.

I nod my head, even though the calves have started to get a little crampy.

The sound of a crow breaking the silence. Frogs and crickets do not want to lose the vocal complaint.

Then, the sound of water flow crashing into the rocks flowed so syahdu in the ear. I can breathe a sigh of relief because the intended place is already stretched out in plain sight.

Mang Sata asked where Rusman, Hamid, and Moses were. I explained that all I heard from them was the point of their existence. It is not known who was buried beneath it.

“But how, Mang?” Yes, I see it is not easy to be able to dismantle the parts of the alleged place where Rusman, Hamid, and Moses were obliterated.

Mang Sata did not answer my question. He actually brandished the hoe that was carried as if the object could be a solution.

The riverbank is quite slippery and steep. I stepped on Mang Sata's trail so as not to stand on the wrong foot and mired into the water flow.

“Quickly down!” mang Sata's orders whispered. Implied an emergency.

“What's up, Mang?” askaku. I'm afraid there are wild animals like crocodiles and snakes.

“Cute only Mamang command!” emphatically.

Ducking while crawling under the bridge like criminals who run from the siege of the apparatus. It was unexpected that it would be this difficult just to find a fact.

The clouds that closed the crescent moon shifted. A moment of light from the sky radiated and reflected into the river. There are three shadows perched – leaning on the shoulder of the bridge – falls on the clear expanse of water.

I lift up my eyesight to see the owner of the shadow. Filled with disbelief, I saw the Mother, Aisah, and Mang Dendi standing while grasping something.

What are they doing here?

Then, they dropped the scattered object before it touched the surface of the river. The aroma is so fragrant as fragrant as a variety of flowers.

Are they doing a ritual?

Mang Sata pulled my hand. I was not surprised I could avoid it. As a result, my right leg slipped, touching the water.

The mother, Aisah, and Meng Dendi looked at me. Mang Sata slightly dragged me to position the body attached to the ground.

Huh! My breath was wheezing, irregular. I closed my eyes for a moment to help with the calming process.

Sayup heard the mother reciting sentences in regional language with a fast tempo. I opened my eyes to see what he was doing more clearly.

Haaaahhhhh!!! I screamed hysterically. Mang Sata was about to crush me. However, that was not what frightened me, but rather his face that was shattered like the one I had seen in this place.

Blood drops from his face touched my neck and cheeks. It's spooky! I am like a victim to be killed.

No!!! I wiggled my head to ******* fear.

“Quiet, Yan!” said Mang Sata while closing my mouth.

In the blink of an eye, I saw his face return to normal. In fact, he was not in front of me, but beside me.

“Danger if they can find us. We better get home soon,” take him.

“Danger why, Mang? Do you know them? What do you know about them?” I asked some questions that can no longer be held.

"They approached," he explained, ignoring my question.

Yes, the Mother, Aisah, and Mang Dendi were seen walking towards me. Then, Mang Sata threw the surrounding stones into the middle of the river.

I'm suddenly agitated. Again, I had to choose a link of trust among the various peculiarities they highlighted.

Meanwhile, as I looked across the bridge, I saw three little friends standing in SD uniforms. They waved their hands as if asking me to take the third option, which was to come with them.

I was stuck thinking about choices. Everything seems to be blurred by mystery.

Bukkk!!! My vision became twitched after getting a hoe grip on the rear shell.

“Sorry, Yan!” Those words sounded faintly chanted by Mang Sata.