TRAPPED IN THE MAYIT VALLEY

CHAPTER 37. THE PHOTO I KNOW

Hopefully Tifano kuntila no problem, because according to the myth that I heard it is very dangerous when urinating in a place that is rather terrible, well that sort of thing was possible.

Novi, Ivon, and Bondet are here…. The three of them heard a grin when they entered the house.

“Why Ndet, something strange ta, why are you laughing that way?” ask Broni

“No papa Bron, just ngabari, as long as we are here we do not want to pee carelessly. Can anyone will follow and tell us to lick the urine we throw away hihihi” Bondet replied

“C*k Ndet... jare sopo Ndet (who said Ndet)?” tifano was terrified

“Yo jare Pak Dikan lah hihi, opoko (why )Tif, you nguyuh nang endi? (you pee where)” asked Bondet

“Janc*k your rating Ndet\, don't bother c*k!” tifano

“Hahahah no-no Tif, relax ae hehehe, Oh yes rec after our night to the house of Pak Dikan yes..Wife sir Dikan has cooked a lot for us.” Bondet said again.

Bondet ngawur speaking carelessly, explained Tifano afraid, but yes the danger is also actually Tifano , pee there and not watered too.

Dinner at Pak Dikan's house, why do I feel like eating dinner at Pak Sapudi's house…. But at that time I dreamed we were having breakfast, now we are having dinner.

Petromak lights have been turned on Broni, there are two lights, one is hung inside the house, and the other is hung in front of the house, so that the current state of the house is bright.

Cold air and fog still envelop this area, this fog is not thick, but of course makes the atmosphere here a bit semriwing.

The night has begun, and we are ready to go to Dikan's house…

“I think about Gilank rek, he tonight nginap where and eat what ya?” ask Bondet

“Relax ae Ndet, he can be begging, passi he will definitely be begging in the market or in the store, calm ae Gilank it can live even though it does not hold money at all hihi” replied Broni

“C*k Ngawue ae mas Broni this, do not do it mas, although mass Gilank it is ngggilani, but do not equate to beggar” replied Novi

The cold whipped us when the door of the house opened.. It was cold even though I was wearing a jacket.

The fog that I saw this afternoon when I turned on the petromak lights, is still enveloping the region. This fog caused our visibility to be limited.

But from a faint distance I could still see the light of petromak lights that were lit in front of each house, so even though it was dark, but we could still see the shadow of the lights that were in front of the house.

Well as in my dream, the distance of the house in this village is a bit far apart, but fortunately there are petromak lights in front of the house, so I can know that there are houses.

We walked to Pak Dikan's house, which was a short distance away.Yes it might be close for the villagers here, but for me this distance could not be said to be close, maybe about fifteen meters.

That was noon today, then, walking from Pak Dikan house to where we live is not so terrible even though we have to pass through asem tree and some bamboo groves that are not so large when compared to the bamboo clumps in the river bank.

But at night kayak gini of course different hawanya, especially coupled with the fog that always hangs.

Bondet and Ivon were in front of us, and Broni, Tifano and Novi were in the same direction.

But there was something strange about Tifano, several times he looked back, I counted him three times looking back.

“Why Tif?”

“It feels like someone is following us from behind Wil”

“Ah that's how you feel Tif” said as I looked back

“Nothing, just fog and dark alone Kok Tif”

“Iyo.iyo Wiiil”

“Mas Tifano feel or see something?” ask Novi

“Eh just feel Nov”

We stopped talking about what Tifano felt because we had arrived in front of the Sudikan house. In front of the house is also installed petromak lights so that the situation is not so terrible.

“Excuse me sir.. Assalamualaikum.

There was no reply from inside the house, but the door was open and Dikan was out of the house.

“Come in.. Do you guys not get cold out there hehehe, let's go in” take Pak Dikan friendly

“Thank you sir..” replied Broni who entered first than us

Inside Pak Dikan's house is quite warm than outside..

The mat is held on the floor, in the middle there is a rice basket and there are also banana leaf sheets that have been formed…

Well naturally, maybe Pak Dikan does not have a supply of dishes much, so with the arrival of us six of these wives Dikan must make a kind of container substitute dishes made of banana leaves formed lime.

It should be better to eat with banana leaves than heheheh plate.

Next to the rice basket whose rice is still hot there is a tray filled with lots of fried meat. There is also a bowl that contains terasi sambal.

This plentiful stir-fried meat reminds me of my dream, but I hope all this is wrong, hopefully there is nothing strange about it here.

“Come sit, don't just stand and stare at the food.. Come sit down and enjoy my wife's dishes hehehe”

“Oh inggih pak hehehe, wah luxury once food pak” said Broni

“Ya not also Masoni..food like this is good for cold air, let alone fat from meat..our energy will be maintained during the activity in this cold air” said Pak Sudikan.

Finally we happily ate fried meat with a lot of fat.. Surprised also beef or goat is usually not this much fat, but stupid.

While eating I looked at the photo on the wooden wall of this Dikan pack house. I think I know one of the photos there, but what the hell….

I watched as I chewed the meat….. Yeah, I know one of the ones in the picture!

My hair immediately bristled, I stopped chewing on fat or meat!

“Why do you like to see that photo?” ask Dikan suddenly

“Eh heheh no papa sir, I think I ever know one of the faces in the photo sir... uh sorry sir, is the one in the photo still alive sir?”

“Hahahah yes obviously dead.. That's my father and my mother, the others are brothers of my mother…and of course he has no” replied Pak Dikan while pointing one after another of the four black and white photos on the wall of the house.

I was still silent while looking at one of the photos on the wall of the house….

“Is that one named Mr Sapudi?” ask me slowly

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“Janc*k Wil... You were at home Pak Dikan made the atmosphere of eating so bad!”

“Pak Dikan become less friendly when you speak the name of one of his mbah it c*k!” broni said with emotion

“Lho is my fault where Bron is, I know one of those faces..it's Mr. Sapudi, whom I met in my dream C*K!”.

“What's wrong I called the name of the one in the photo..?”.

“Iya is not wrong... absolutely not wrong your eyes are asu!.. But we're in people's homes, so don't call it something Wil”

“Look earlier, after you said that name, he suddenly told us to eat quickly and then told us to go home, his face also looks angry right..onok-onok ae you are Wil!”