TRAPPED IN THE MAYIT VALLEY

CHAPTER 56. THE STRANGE INHABITANTS

I can only glance at it, I'm sure that the three-quarters pants are like what Gilank usually wears, but cook it was Gilangk's.

The man who was carrying the produce walked further away from the position of the four of us…

“What is it like Wildan, how do you keep watching the Kimpet?”

“Eh that guy's name Kimpet sir?” obviously I wonder why that guy's name is Kimpet

“The resident here calls Kimpet, because he is a bit strange, he likes to disappear, but suddenly appears alone, he likes to hide.lah” lah replied Mr. Sokran

“Oh is so sir, so the origin of the word from Kimpet is ngumpet, something that is located mengumpet?”

“Betul nak Wildan…. Let's keep going” take Mr. Sokran

Janc*k is Kimpet.. Basic ashu!

We walked on, and I knew we were going to a place similar to a field in the middle of which there was a strange pile of rocks, where I used to see a lot of corpses.

The closer we got to that place, it turned out that what I had thought before was wrong, this place was not a sacred field and in the middle was a stone…

“Side is where we do the buying and selling son.. The term local market, here is also sold garden products that will not be marketed outside the village”

“This is also our food shopping in addition to the market in the city of sana”

“That there is a stall that is the mainstay of this place, son, let's have breakfast there” take Mr. Sokran

Novi only saw me when he knew a place that was once a sacred field, now crowded with residents who were trading food needs.

Indeed in the middle of the field there is still a pile of stones, but the pile of stones is not considered sacred, because around the pile of stones stacked various vegetables and meat.

Yes. meat!  There's a lot of meat here.. Red and fat red meat.

No fish, only meat, vegetables and tubers are large.

Buyers who are residents here like meat very much, they scramble to buy meat that some do not look fresh, because the color is black.

Now I turn my eyes to the stall in front of us, a small stall with tiled buyers..

“You just wait in front of the stall, let me and my wife who came in to order food for you guys” said Mr. Sokran

“If someone asks who you are, just say you are with Mr. Sokran and his wife, then shut up and do not answer their questions son.

“Please remember son... You are safe with me and my wife, but you will not be safe if you walk alone here” said Mr. Sokran in a rather threatening tone

“Iya sir.. We wait here”

Mr. Sokran and his wife entered a rush into a small shop….

I don't want to have any trouble with the people here first, my mind is messed up with a kimpet wearing Gilank pants.

Is Gilank and Bondet ever here, but why are his pants worn by that guy named Kimpet.

Whether there is something going on with my two friends, or take it. My mind is full of uncertain estimates.

But for sure, I have to see Kimpet, I have to talk to him, how he can wear Gilank pants.

As we were looking around, suddenly there was an old mother or grandmother with her fair white hair and blood-red lips that might have been the result, she approached us.

He grinned and looked at me and Novi, the way he looked at the two of us like he was judging us.

The horrible woman kept looking at us from the tip of her hair to the tip of her foot…

“HEEERRKKKSS….. WHO DO YOU BELONG TO!” suddenly shouted

I was shocked by the female voice that more closely resembled the voice of the magical grandmother in a colossal movie…. His voice was so loud it was deafening to the ears.

Not yet I and Novi answered, suddenly Mr. Sokran came and drove the terrible grandmother.

“HHHSSSSSS... HAAAH!... THEY'LL BE MINE! HAAAH!” she shouted, then stood up and went away

“S.who is he pak”

“He mbah Ewwe’ nak Wildan” replied sir Sokran

“Mbah Ewwe’ that is not normal.. He was crazy from birth, said the person here he was born from the anal hole, not from the hole that should” continued Mr. Sokran again

“Let's find a good place for breakfast, uh there on the sidelines of Ningrum's shafts, a beautiful little lake nak” invited Mr. Sokran

Vick*k.. His name was Kimpet, now there is another named Mbah Ewwe’... not even here if you give a name, is there no other name that is better heheheh.

The four of us headed to the sendang ningrum, the sendang that Pak Dikan said was very sacred and no one could enter there without being accompanied by a pack of his own.

Actually strange also with Sokran and his wife, they are too kind and too attentive with me and Novi, until they invite us to recreation to the place that is here, they brought us food too.

“Well in front of it later there is a path, not far from there there is a small lake that is favored by residents here for swimming or just recreation” said Mr. Sokran who pointed towards the path in front of us.

“Didn't papa go there sir, is it safe to go there?”

“You guys are scared? There's nothing there, we people here come here often. My wife and I will puck showing you a beautiful place and special food here.

I feel strange, I don't know where I am now or at what time, but obviously all the more abnormal, Novi from then on just shut up and held my hand, he didn't say at all.

“Mas.. don't go there” Novi whispered.

“There's no Novi” ask Mr. Sokran while turning towards Novi suddenly

“Tan easy…. There is nothing, try to hear the sound of water fluttering and the screams of children bathing there hehehe…. Let's go there, hunt in the afternoon ya” said Mr. Sokran again

Novi immediately fell silent as soon as Mr. Sokran answered Novi's hesitation to enter the lake area which Mr. Dikan said was an area that was very forbidden for us.

After I half pulled Novi's arm, he finally wanted to go into the lake area which he said was terrible.

We set foot onto the path leading to the Ningrum junction….. It turns out to be true said Mr. Sokran, in the area of many small joints and teenagers who are bathing..

The water that the edges are very clear greenish color that shows the shallow bottom. But not the part is a bit tight to the middle.there the color of the water is dark blue black!

“Hehehe lovely not son Wildan and nak Novi” said sir Sokran then looking for a place to sit

“There alone sir, under that tree” said Pak Sokran's wife

The place appointed by Pak Sakran's wife is shady, because it is under the umbrella of twigs and leaves of a very large tree, the place was clean and somewhat quieter than anywhere else that was bustling with teenagers and children.

“Nah, now let's have breakfast plus lunch which is kesorean heheheh” said Mr. Sokran then shared the rice that was purchased at the stall that was wrapped using teak” leaves

“Mari please eat”

Actually, I was a bit hesitant to also receive food from Mr. Sokran, a package of food wrapped in teak leaves if I hold a chewy kayak.

It might be a gelatinous kayak, but it's much harder. And the smell is kind of pungent, but I still don't know this pungent smell coming from food or from around here.

“Come opened son…. It's food, don't be afraid” forcibly sir Sokran

“I.iya pak”

I opened a package of teak leaves that were a little soft but hard with slowly land, while Novi just saw what I was doing.

The pungent smell grew sharper when I opened one by one the teak leaves that wrapped the food given by Mr. Sokran.

When everything is open…. The pleasant smell, the smell of spices and the tantalizing smell for a dish smelled in my nose.

Wrapped in teak leaves was a lump of fatty meat with a sweet yellow sauce, the savory smell of a lump of yellow cooked meat really made me have to taste this food.