TUMBAL SEVENTH

Farewell

Super long last part.

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I can't afford to be in the house. Tania's shadow continued to mill around. Even the giggling sound of his laughter seemed to sound obvious. I walked half-run towards the terrace. Then sit in the chair waiting for Mama and Dad to come.

Sometimes I look inside through the door I left wide open. Tania seemed to be playing a doll on the living room sofa. Immediately I turned my eyes to the front page. Seeing the flowers blooming.

I heaved a sigh of relief as Dad's car entered the yard and went into the garage. They finally came.

“Loh, how are you outside? Why?”

I just answered Mama's question with a slit.

“Dad apologized yes, earlier until forgot to pick you up. In the factory a lot of problems earlier,” explained Father who is now standing by Mama's side.

I nodded in understanding. “Yes Well, no papa really. Lagian Rania can go home by herself.”

“Come in!” Mom put her shoulder down. We also walked into the house.

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“Yah, eum ...”

Mom and Dad looked at me. The two of them stopped feeding the rice, enthusiastically waiting for me to continue the paused sentence.

“Why?” ask Dad, when I don't finish. The spoon that was originally held was placed on the plate again. So too with Mama. For a moment our dinner was interrupted.

I took a deep breath trying to muster up the courage to talk. “Ma, Well, we should not just move from this house,” suggested.

Mom and Dad looked at each other. Then Dad took a long breath. “What's really why? Are you uncomfortable living here?”

I nodded. Because it is so. I'm not comfortable living in this house. The memories of Tania always disturbed the peace of my soul.

“I'm tired Well, keep haunted by Tania's shadow keep.”

Dad nodded, “dad did, but we still need to consider a lot of things, son. Your school, dad's factory.”

I looked down sad. True too, if moved again then who will manage Dad's cassava factory. What about the noble ideals of Father, who wants to prosper the villagers here by building a job land in the factory that he cultivated for a long time.

I took a deep breath and leaned on the back of the chair. Baffled.

Mama touched the back of my hand that was still resting on the table. “Let's think about the best way out, son. Now we eat first yuk!”

I nodded. As much as energy to hold the glass that bathes the eye fertilizer. Then continue the dinner lazily.

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I couldn't sleep last night. I also ate breakfast lazily. Confused after that, do not know what to do. School is off, it's Sunday. There are usually extracurricular activities, but today it is a total holiday. There was no notice yesterday. I don't know if I'm not focused.

I was struck by the touch on these two shoulders gently. Seconds then ascertain who the owner of the hand is. Mamma.

“You better go out for the wind. Looks like a big blow to your mind.”

I tried to think about Mama's proposal. Seconds later nodded. “Good Ma. I'm out first yeah, find wind.”

After Mama nodded, I went down the village road. While looking at the scenery on the side of the beautiful road. The morning leaves are still wetting the leaves. The chirping of various birds sounds melodious. Until he reached a hut located in the middle of the rice field. The hut I used to go to with Tania. My steps stopped and I sat down. Remembering every scene with Tania here.  I looked down, crying so hard.

A hand suddenly stretched out in front of my slightly lowered face, a square piece of cloth tucked between the fingers of the owner's fingers. Slowly I looked up to make sure it was whose hand it was.

There was a strange rumble as he looked at the cold face of the owner of the dark blue handkerchief with white stripes on his front. Tirta's. My forehead is in disbelief. How could he suddenly be here? How did he know I was here? Or just by chance?

“This, wear!” said flat. I grabbed the kacu. Then I use it to wipe away the tears that run down my cheeks. Tirta then sat by my side.

“Thank you.”

He only glanced at her while curling his lips slightly. Seconds later he looked straight ahead. Where in front there lies the green rice field. In the distance, there were some farmers working.

With me. I looked in the direction Tirta was looking. Tangisku. I played Tirta's handkerchief. I fold and then open and fold again is not clear. Until found a name embroidery of white thread in the corner. Tirta's.

“Good,” mumbled. While I rubbed the embroidery of his name that looks neat. He looked and saw the same object.

“This is you who made?”

She shook her head. “Not.” A moment later he turned his gaze towards the rice field. “That's my mom who made it. It used to fit me still in the womb,” he explained.

“Means this handkerchief legend dong.”

Again, he looked at me. Our gaze met a glimpse. Then throw your face in the other direction. “Ya, you could say so,” he said.

Seconds later silent. We both fell silent. Enjoy the beautiful and cool rice fields view.

A few moments pass by Pak Tani. “Eh, what is tandem here?” sapana. “Pamali loh, both-dua in a quiet place like this,” he continued. Until I explain.

“You two better hurry home, before the devil comes instigate your thoughts,” stressed Mr. Tani.

I nodded. “Iya Sir, thank you for reminding.”

Mr. Tani then continued his steps. Passed from before us without excuse.

I stood up with a single blow. “Eum, I'd better go home now.” Seconds later I swung a step.

“Let me inter.”

My steps stopped at once hearing Tirta's words. He looked back where he was a step behind me.

“Not even troublesome later.”

He didn't touch my words. Then walk ahead.

“Come, you want to go home or want to be a scarecrow?” the strangler, when he turned to me and I was still staring at the place before.

Huh, he doesn't know that I'm here trying to stabilize the heartbeat. I took a deep breath and then I exhaled slowly. Then a small run followed him who was already several meters ahead.

Uh, wait. Isn't he gonna drive me? Why is he walking in front. It should be ladies first. It's even upside down I'm tailing. But it's fine. In this way, I can be content to look at his back.

“Aduh!” peekikku, when Tirta stopped suddenly and as a result I hit his back.

“Ck, if the road is clay-wild!” his nag. Dih, he who stopped suddenly continues now I am the one he took. Fuck up!

“You who stopped suddenly. What's the problem?”

“There's a snake.”

I screamed hysterically and then swirled on her t-shirt until she was molested. “Mana? Where's the snake?” I asked, looking around where I was standing. Still holding the tip of Tirta's shirt.

“It's in front. It's past crossing the rice field. Let's continue the road!”

“You sure? The thread has been crossed.”

He just nodded while muttering. Then we continued walking down the rice field which was indeed used as a road by the farmers.

I deliberately stopped still while holding the tip of Tirta's shirt. I want to see how he reacts. When his clothes were attracted by me. He just stopped without even looking back let alone protest. I put my lips together to hold my laughter. The polar human base. Can't be joked.

“Can you please take off, no, my shirt.”

“Eum, yes, sorry.” I took it off too.

“That's what flower?” I asked, when a purple flower blooming in the middle of the bush attracted attention.

Tirta stopped his steps. Then turn around and follow where my point is pointing.

“That's a wildflower.”

“Good,” guamamku. I was not stopping to look at that beautiful flower.

“You want those flowers?”

“Hah, eum ...” I'm clumsy. Then shake when in the heart want.

“Wait here!” her word.

“Where are you going?”

He immediately walked up the waist-high rice field. Then pluck the purple flowers. Then came back down the rice field, and handed the flower to me.

I'm shaking not playing. The heart feels like it's going to be broken. Feels like getting shot again, no.

“Te-thank you,” I said, when the flowers had moved into my hands.

Again, I thanked Tirta when he arrived at the gate of the house.

“Oh yes, handkerchief let me wash first, yes.”

“Serah.”

Without saying goodbye, he immediately turned back, stepping home. I was still trembling watching his back that was getting away and disappearing. I smiled indistinctly while looking at the flower that Tirta had given earlier.

“Where are the streets?” My mother greeted me with questions.

I muttered while raising my shoulders. My mother seemed a little confused by my behavior.

“I go to the room first yes, Ma.”

Leaving Mama sitting on the porch watching Dad wash his car. I went to the room. Put a purple flower in between the sheets of the diary.

I just got a little soul peace.  Tania's voice was back. The shadow seemed to mill around running to and fro.

I can't stand all that. I decided to follow Mama to the terrace.

“Ma, anyway we have to move out of this house immediately. I don't want to stay here anymore.”

Mama looked at me in confusion. “Sit's sitting!” he told me, pulling my arm gently, to sit in the chair next to him. I am also a manut.

“Iya, mama was talking to Dad. And we agreed to follow your will.” Mama rubs this shoulder gently. “But we can't move quickly. There are some things I need to take care of. Patience yes!” coined. 

I can only take a long breath. Then nodded languidly.

It feels hard to leave this village. I'm comfortable here actually. However, it will hurt even more if you choose to survive here and continue to be haunted by Tania's shadow.

Especially when recalling the police's story that all evidence of Tania's murder leads to Mbok Tini and Pak Ramat, but the alleged perpetrator is still unknown. They both seemed to have vanished into the earth. The police have deployed all their capabilities. But still to this day. Haven't found a bright spot where the alleged perpetrator is.

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Letters moved and so forth have taken care of. Even my school transfer letter is in hand. The factory has been handed over to his confidant. Some items such as clothes have been packed.

It's the last day I go to school to say goodbye to all my friends and teachers.

Arriving at school, I immediately looked for the whereabouts of Tirta. To talk about my transfer tomorrow. I want him to be the first to know this.

I happened to see Tirta sitting on an elongated bench in front of the library. I immediately approached them and sat in the middle of it.

“What's up?” cecar Dian's. He must have read my restless body gestures.

“Touch me and my family want to move again to the city.” After speaking I glanced towards Dian Dan Tirta. Both stunned. Seems shock. I don't know.

“You're not funny know, no!” ketus Dian, while pushing this shoulder so that my side almost hit the side of Tirta's body.

“I'm not kidding anymore. I'm serious.”

Dian looked at me in such a way. “Why?” tanyanya. His voice sounded raucous. His eyes glazed over.

Kulirik Tirta, he just remained expressionless as if no matter I was going to leave or stay.

“In that house I could not calm down. Shadow Tania always comes haunting at any time.” Dian rubbed this shoulder. A second later he hugged me tightly from the side. We sobbed.  Tirta was still flinching.

“Then after school we will carve sweet memories,” said Dian, in between her tears. I just nod.

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“APA?!” pekik Bayu when told of my move tomorrow.

“Why Ran? You just moved to this village.” Bayu's tone of voice sounded heavy.

I can't explain. Dian seemed to be my mouthpiece, he explained everything. Bayu tries to understand. Then we continued our steps home.

Along the way we talked about a lot of things. Except for Tirta who was just silent. I didn't know he was broken or indifferent. I could barely discern his expression.

As agreed after returning home each changed clothes and got permission from parents. The four of us spent time together. Visiting places that we often go together. Carving out sweet memories.

Dian and Bayu seemed to compromise giving time for me to talk to Tirta. The two of them moved away from my place and Tirta sat down with the excuse of taking pictures.

“I'm sorry if all this time I was wrong with you.” I'm trying to start a conversation.

“I'm also sorry,” the answer is heavy. That'sallthatis.

I couldn't stand it anymore and didn't know what else to say. Then we both fell silent. Staring straight ahead saw the ripples of the lake water. Our favorite places.

I reached for the lackey that was in the pocket of my jeans. Then I gave it to him. “Oh yes, this is your handkerchief at that time. I washed it.” He turned his head and changed his seat to face me. Seconds later he clasped my hand.

“Make you alone. For mementos,” he said. Our eyes clashed in a matter of seconds. Then he turned his eyes back in the other direction.

“Thank you. Then I'll keep this handkerchief fine.” He looked up and smiled as if he was happy to hear my answer. Then I put the dark blue glass back in my pants pocket. Although we don't talk much we enjoy this togetherness.

Before the magrib we just returned to each other's homes.

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It is time for me and my family to leave. Many people who come just say goodbye and warning to be careful. Including the village pamong, and of course Tirta, Dian and Bayu.

Dad and Mama had entered first into their cars parked in front of the gate.

I asked for a minute to talk to my best friend. Dian hugged me tightly and long. He returned sobbing.

“Don't forget us, yes!” he said while hugging me. I nodded.

“If you have made peace with the tragedy that befell Tania. Don't forget to visit us here,” said Bayu. Again, I can only nod. Still hugged by Dian.

After being satisfied to hug me until it felt tight, Dian released his embrace. Then handed me a small box of mementos he said. I'll take it. Then shake hands with Bayu, and finally with Tirta.

Long enough Tirta and I looked at each other while shaking hands. No meaningful words were spoken, but our eyes were enough to convey an unexpressed message. I saw a deep sadness in Tirta's eyes. Even shady eyes like the lagoon were glazed.

The longer I felt Tirta's handcuff getting tighter as if to make me stay. The tears that I held back earlier also shed. I let it just break up.

Bayu touched both sides of Tirta's shoulder. “Ta Already. Poor old man Rania has been waiting for a long time.”

Slowly the grip of his hand loosened and then the position of our hands was released. Tears that flow in the river. “I go,” I say raucous. The three of them nodded in lethargy.

I hugged Dian tightly again. Our crying broke again. Then I stepped closer to Mama's parked car not far from where Dian, Bayu and Tirta were standing.

Before actually getting into the car I turned to the front of the gate where my three best friends were standing lined up there. It was about 3 meters from where I was. They looked at me with a difficult gaze especially Tirta's eyes. I can barely guess. For sure our feelings are mixed at the moment.

“Tenam Ta, if a soul mate surely you will meet again,” said Bayu, while rubbing Tirta's shoulder. I heard that, and somehow after hearing Bayu's words, my heart became relieved.

Yes, it is true, if I and Tirta are destined to mate, they will meet again. Somehow. Still a mystery.

I watched my three best friends still standing in their original place from the rearview mirror of Mama's car, which crept further and further away from the three. The longer their shadows are no longer visible in the rearview mirror.

Mama rubbed my shoulder. Amplifies. I signaled that I was okay. Even though I'm not really okay.

Kurogoh Tirta's handkerchief. I observe in such a way. Especially in the embroidery section of his name. Then I put it back in my pants pocket. So that it doesn't disappear.

I looked around through the car glass. Apparently Mama's car has crept further and further away from the village. While Dad's car was tailing in the back.

“Journey is still long. You better get some sleep. Mama knows last night you didn't sleep, ‘kan?”

I smiled bitterly at my mother. Then I leaned my head on the seat back and closed my eyes trying to sleep. However, even tingling said Bayu earlier, ‘if a soul mate would meet again’. 

My concern is back in the distance where Tania was alive. A lot of his cheerfulness and innocence is clearly drawn in the mind. His giggling giggles ring in my ears.

My poor sister Tania was made the seventh victim by Mbok Tini in order to raise her long-dead son.  However, instead of succeeding in raising his son, Mbok Tini instead managed to kill seven other innocent children. After that he and his devil worship partner (Pak Ramat) disappeared somewhere.

To raise the dead is the right of God. Man should not go beyond his limits.

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Wait for the second season, man. God willing, weed out. If not forget. Hehe.

In season 2 about Rania will meet again, no, same Tirta?

If we meet again about how yes, the beginning of their encounter?

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