TRAPPED IN THE MAYIT VALLEY

CHAPTER 55. HARVESTING AMAZING GARDEN PRODUCE

I was finally able to write this novel, although my condition still could not be maximized when I had to sit in a chair to face the computer.

at least I can still update this story...

please enjoy

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Nothing looks suspicious, this village is like a village in general with residents who go back and forth in front of the street of Mr. Sokran's house.

the faces of people who were walking in front of the house of Mr. Sokranpun not seen mingle at all, then what made Mr. Sokran had closed and locked the door of the house with a wooden crossbar.

Novi was next to me, he was still scared and astonished by Mr. Sokran and his wife, he still could not believe that Mr. Sokran was a corpse sitting in the front seat of this house we were living in.

“This village we want Wildan and nak Novi, this village is called Ningrum valley village. Residents here grow crops around the slopes of the valley.” said Mr. Sokran with a friendly and face that I can not guess at all

“Let's take a walk, happened to be this morning the residents here are harvesting cassava, and potatoes, and, and usually will be sent to the market in the city of Sana” point Mr. Sokran towards the bridge and river.

The state of this village is different.sik bentar, there is something different from when we were here before. It's not too cold and there's no fog!

The village was not foggy at all, the sun at ten in the morning shone brightly, until the cold air temperature was camouflaged by this sun that could be said to sting.

Another one that makes no sense. Sapudi sir…! Mr. Sokran said earlier, Mr. Sapudi has long died!

Then if I have died a long time now what time I am, and my friends are also where I was, my friends and I once got into a time machine, but I don't think so either.

Mr. Sokran with his wife walked to the front of the house, then he greeted some neighbors who were on the road towards the middle of the village.

“Let's go Wildan, I will show you the state of the village here, all of you will show the attractions here, who knows if you want WIldan and nak Novi will visit here again” invite sir Sokran with friendly

I did not answer his invitation, but I headed out of the house. But Novi held my hand, she just stayed in the doorway.

“Don't mas..don't follow him” Novi said while still gripping my wrist

“What is Nov?”

“Novi does not believe in the dead body...” said Novi who increasingly tightly held my hand.

“Nov... Remember, what we saw and experienced this is a Nov dream, and all is not real. Or it could be that we are on a journey of time.so take it easy, we go through together just like Nov”.

Actually I was scared, but I had to change my mindset, that what I now see is not real, we are in a dream that could change in time, and now we are in a better dream than ever.

Kugandenga hands Novi and steps closer to Mr. Sokran who along with his wife is talking while laughing with people who just passed this house.

“Nah.... mr. Samijan.. this is our guest from the city..... “ said sir Sokran introduced us to the person he was talking to.

“Hehehe hopefully kerasan here mas and mbak…. Monggo Kran, I want to go to the garden first” said the man named Samijan.

“Samijan is a rich man here son Wildan and son Novi, he has a lot of potato and cassava gardens..”.

“But he does not want to sell his garden to the people of the city, he prefers to sell to the residents here at a low price, so that residents who do not have gardens can sell to the city”

“Yah he really likes to do charity” said Mr. Sokran with a smile

“Yes obviously son Wildan, mosok must cross the river hehehe right haku, residents here sell only in front there, later there are many traders or middlemen waiting there” replied Mr. Sokran

“Can we go there sir, I want to see them trade?”

“Later on, usually during the day or afternoon after all collected, new traders and middlemen from the city will come and buy the results of our garden”

It is true what Mr. Sokran said, several times I saw residents pushing carts with carts full of crops.

The cart full of crops was walking towards the bridge.It is true what Mr. Sokran said.

“Let's take a walk, son, later in the middle of the village we have breakfast special food here. Food that you will not meet at your place of origin”

Mr. Sokran and his wife walked ahead of us…

Novi just stood still and held my wrist tightly, Novi's eyes looked left right, like trying to find a clue or a clue about something that was here.

I just enjoy the heat of the sun and no fog at all.

I took Novi and walked after Mr. Sokran and his wife who was in front of us.. They greeted everyone who walked in opposite directions to the river.

Then Mr. Sokran and his wife stopped and turned their heads towards us.

“Come nak Wildan and nak Novi, will hunt down the food in the stalls that we will go to” said Mr. Sokran with a face that is still sniffing

“Iya sir..” I replied without turning to Novi to get Novi approval

Now we walk parallel with Mr. Sokran and his wife.. I know we will turn to the left, while if it is straight ahead it is the house of Mr. Sapudi or Pak Dikan.

Ternya right we turn to the left, from here we also meet many residents who walk while bringing the garden to the other side of the river.

But strangely, no one walked from the house of Pak Dikan or Pak Sapudi, no residents walked from there to the river to sell their garden.

“Eh sir Sokran.. Which direction continues it where, why is the road quiet no residents walking from there towards the river?”

“Yes obviously no mas.. There is an old grave hehehe, no residents here dare to go there except certain days when there is time to clean up the bodies and graves”

I was touched to hear an explanation from Mr. Sokran…. There is a cemetery! Not ruman Pak Sapudi or Pak Dikan, and there are certain times to clean the bodies and graves that are there!

Suddenly Novi clutched my arm while looking at someone who was carrying the garden results…

Novi tried to tell me something about the person he saw me, but he did not dare to tell me, maybe he was afraid when he heard Mr. Sokran..

I saw the guy who just passed us, who knew something was off.. I looked carefully at the person who was wearing the upside-down hat with a shabby t-shirt and three-quarters pants that were also seedy.

I see with detail…..

Oh my god three-quarters pants!

The pants Gilank usually wears!