They're Here

Chapter 6: The Dimensional realm

Questions about the mystery hidden in Citiis kept popping up, rummaging through my reasoning. The eyes and ears feel more sensitive to their existence.

I opened the window curtain to see the atmosphere. Looks quite crowded with people passing by on the move. Some were wearing school uniforms, and some looked neat in work clothes. Some are on foot, and some are riding motorcycles. This is in stark contrast to last night's circumstances.

However, why before dawn does no one make the Fajr Adhan? To the extent that I am sorry to carry out my duties at the beginning of today.

Bizarrely. This is really weird. Life in Citiis seemed much more advanced, but it was like being hit by a revolution.

After breakfast, Mang Dendi took me to the community hall which is about 100 meters from his house. Along the way, I noticed the arrangement or row of houses no longer lined up like before.

“This village name is the same as the village name huh, Mang?” ask before you start the presentation to introduce yourself. I still find it hard to believe my hometown has changed completely.

“Betul, Mas Yana. It can also be said that this village is a tucked away village, because the main area of Citiis Village is across the bridge or directly adjacent to Cibatu Village,” replied Mang Dendi explained.

Validly! I'm not in the wrong place or dimension. My question was intended to confirm the location of the land I was treading.

One by one the people arrived. There was no one I could recognize or look familiar with.

I understand time can grow wrinkles on the face or change the appearance. However, at least every human has a basic shape that can be recognized from the arrangement of the face, head, and carrier (body language). Meanwhile, this is completely foreign. In fact, their accent is somewhat different from the slightly coarse intonation.

Nevermind! I'll just tell you the idea I designed last night. Let the mystery unfold slowly.

I presented a research idea about the optimization of agricultural potential in this village. By utilizing technology and the internet, I will introduce them to how to process garden results and the marketing stage.

Unfortunately, the people seem confused. Mang Dendi smiled ambiguously at me.

“Sorry, Mas Yana. Residents here no one works as a farmer,” he said.

Huh huh? I was very surprised to hear Mang Dendi's explanation. Then, who have the rice fields and fields lined around the village? Is it possible that the owner is a citizen of another village?

“Evening Mamang forgot to ask more about Mas Yana's research. Basically, Mas Yana meant well. However, residents here are average construction workers and factory workers. While the agricultural fields that Mas Yana saw were fertile, owned and managed by residents outside this village,” explained Mang Dendi.

Really screeching my memories. Who, what, where, where, why, and how, that's the kind of question word that's skinning my wits about this village.

Aisah appeared from behind me. His presence that was undetected by my senses further made my heart beat faster.

He then greeted the people. He put his hands together in front of his chest with a little floating.

“Fathers and Mothers, as well as Mang Dendi, A Yana means not on the processing of agricultural products, but rather our level of understanding in using technology to support our future. So, A Yana wants to know the extent to which people in this village are exposed to the internet, what their use continues in everyday life, and what is the connection of bridge development to technology access here. Isn't that right, A Yana?” Aisah nodded her head slightly while throwing a smile.

I was amazed at him and could not believe him. He's wily. He is also mysterious.

“Oh so. I so have to apologize again with Mas Yana for wrongfully catching,” said Mang Dendi. He then resigned. He said there was more business at school.

Before leaving, Mang Dendi whispered to Aisah. I don't want to speculate, worry about aggravating my brain's performance.

I need to map out my priorities immediately. Don't let the puzzles pile up too much until my goal fails to be achieved.

Two hours of introductions a little. I wait until the residents disperse perfectly to freely explore my memories.

“A Yana where you going?” aisah asked as I hurried to leave the hall.

“I want to travel for a while. You please go home first,” I replied flatly. “Oh yes, thanks for the help earlier.”

He blocked my steps by spreading out both hands. ”We'll go home, A.”

“Why? I just want to see the location of my home first. I wonder what it is now or how it is. What's the matter anyway?” I had to raise my voice. I got carried away upset because of the many prohibitions Aisah gave.

I looked at Aisah. He threw out a glance, and then lowered both of his hands.

“Please trust me and the Mamah,” the chant slowly.

“I really appreciate the kindness of you and your mother. But, don't we also just know each other?” myrt.

Aisah silence. Silence is created for a few minutes.

The idea was to make an offer to Aisah. “Look, answer my three questions, then I will obey all your words.”

Aisah still doesn't budge. I assume he agreed to hear my question.

“First, what is really going on here? Second, where are the natives of this village? Third, why when the dark say hello, there is not a single citizen to move outside the house? Fourth...”

“Tadi said only three,” trim Aisah.

The fourth question is actually just emerging, which is about the Iandang adhan that does not echo in this village. Nothing, the three questions were the main points that gripped my mind.

I sighed waiting for Aisah to give an answer. He just stepped a little away from me.

Aisah turned around, approaching me. “I accompany A around the village. On one condition, Aa should always walk behind me,”.

Hem! Conditions that raised savings a new question for me.

I asked Aisah to take me to the mushola. Not far behind the mosque there was my residence in the past. I get the belief that the only building that is not possible to shift in this village, which is a place of worship.

Justright. Mushola is still located in the middle of the village with a small pool marker. The shape and structure of the building is still like the last time I saw it.

But why does it seem abandoned? Did Mang Dendi lie to me?

I walked quickly to check things out. The newness is also marked in the heart.

Bukkk! My body immediately went limp, then fell to the ground. My vision went black until I lost consciousness.

Hmmm!!!

The splashing of water in the face and the voices of people talking woke me up. I set my breath while restoring my sight.

Huh huh? I was in front of the renovated mosque. My position is sitting on the terrace of one of the residents' houses.

“Nuhun (thank you) yes, Tea. Si Aa was probably exhausted,” said Aisah welcomed a glass of water intended for me.

Am I in another place?

“Drink first, A. Keep us home now,” take Aisah.

“This is where?”

“At the same place?”

“Means?”

Aisah pulled my hand. His face described worry.

I looked again at the sekelliling. Then, I raise my eyes to the sky because I feel that something is also significantly different. Yes, the sun is perched low on the Western horizon.

“Aisah, I really don't understand all this,” grumbled in a daze.

“Better Aa do not understand at all,” kesah Aisah. “A, please once again, listen to the orders and restrictions from me as long as Aa is in this village. Everything is for the good of Aa.” His eyes look teary.

How can I obey a rule, while I do not know the basis of that rule?!

But I also need to know myself. I have made others grieve over (maybe) my actions.

***

I enjoy the twilight in front of the room while holding a laptop. I gathered the spirit to read the journal related to my thesis. Indeed, this is a peaceful and comfortable place to gather knowledge, if there are no magical stories that shadow.

Nah! The brain leads the eyes to pierce the path. Hamid, Moses, and Rusman would appear again tonight.

Sorry, I still have to find the right moment to confirm your whereabouts. I said in my heart.

Suddenly someone passed by so hastily. Hoe on the shoulder, caping rhombeng on the head. I was a bit surprised, but chose to refocus on my intentions - sitting in the twilight.

A moment! He walked towards the rice field. Isn't this the time to go home?

Not only that. It's like I know him.

I did not see his face clearly, but his posture and manner of walking seemed so distinctive. Plus the attributes attached to his body just take me to the past.

I got up, put my laptop in my chair.

“Mang!” myrag.

He kept walking, even speeding up the foot race.

I tried calling again. He was running.

“Mas Yana call me?” asked Mang Dendi to surprise me. He appeared unexpectedly.

“Em…. Mang Dendi's..” I kind of stumbled across a diversion sentence.

Mang Dendi made a smile. I retorted in the same manner while trying to gather the memory pieces to name the middle-aged man who had passed by.