TUMBAL SEVENTH

Until Destination

I feel a pat on this shoulder. I blinked, cleaned the corner of the eye and became literate. I took off the headset that was attached to the ear. Yes, throughout the trip I chose to listen to music with a headset and sleep. Avoiding the terrible scene that until now I have not been so used to.

“Already arrived, let's get down!” take Pamela who has gone down first and stand by the side of the window where I sit waiting for me to come out. Even with Mang Ule, he had already come down while stretching his muscles. He must be tired.

I opened the car door, then went down and stood in front of the gate of the house I used to live with Dad, also Tania. I retreated alon-alon as my brain re-reviewed all those tragedies. Sajen, then the shadow of Tania who asked for help, the last shadow of Tirta when grasping this hand moments of farewell five years ago.

My tears can't hold me anymore. Pouring. I leaned against the side of the car parked in front of the gate of the old ancient house. Everything is the same as before, not much has changed. Looks like Dad told people to take care of this Dutch-style house.

While Mang Ule and Pamela are now looking at me concerned.

“I don't want to stay in this house, Mel. Don't want!” These ears seemed to hear Tania's screams and giggles. Also crying. I closed my ears to the strange sounds that continued to disturb my hearing.

“How come, if you keep going and do not dare to enter the house, Ran?” Pamela rubbed this shoulder and hugged me tightly. Amplifies.

“We are looking for another accommodation,” my door. Pamela let go of her embrace, then asked Mang Ule's opinion. Then we got back in the car. Before the car drove, the tail of my eyes caught several figures standing in line in front of the gate, but I chose to close my eyes not to see it. Then put the headset back on and listen to the song.

***

After surrounding the village, finally arrived at a small and simple and beautiful inn. Lots of roses and jasmine around. Its distinctive aroma oozed out as if it were a natural therapeutic scent. I love it, and so remember someone's house. Tirta's.

A middle-aged woman greeted and welcomed us with a friendly smile. We managed to pocket the name of the owner of this inn after getting acquainted. Namely, Sumini's mother. “So, you guys from the city? What purpose is coming here?” tanyakanya. Pamela explained everything, while I only listened while occasionally reviewing the smile as Bu Sumini looked at me.

“Oh, so this is his son Mr Devan, the owner of the yam factory?” exclaims Bu Sumini after Pamela explains. I smiled while nodding in confirming.

“But, sorry, this inn only has two rooms,” explained Bu Sumini. “While you three,” he continued.

“It's okay, Mom. Later, let me and Rania sleep in the room. Our driver will sleep in the other room, ” Pamela replied. I nodded in agreement.

“Alright then,” concluded Bu Sumini. Then he showed Pamela the ins and outs of this house. I heard that Ms. Sumini also asked why we didn't live in the house that Dad bought.

“Yes, I get it. Surely the events of five years ago still imprint on Non Rania's memory. Until now, the nose stems Mbok Tini and Pak Ramat are not visible. I don't know where it went. Very mysterious,” explained Bu Sumini, after Pamela explained why we chose to stay in the inn rather than in the old house.

So, until now all residents here do not know where the whereabouts of Mbok Tini and Pak Ramat. Bizarrely. Where did that motherfucker duo go? Just watch if I see you. I'll finish you off!

I try to remember the area around. Fix, no doubt, the location of this inn is not far from the house of Tirta. This heart is beating above the normal limits. The fear that had originally enveloped the heart momentarily disappeared.

“Mel, I'm permission to exit for a while, yes,” my message.

“Where are you going? Need I accompany no?” from the next room.

“Neventless. I'm alone. Just want to get some fresh air, kok.” I immediately walked down the road that had started to be casted. Leaving Pamela with Bu Sumini and Mang Ule who are still busy cleaning up.

Thankfully, development has begun to spread to this village. I remember very well the road here was still rocky, and the bridge was still made of wood. But, now that it has been casted, the bridge has also begun to be built.

I headed north for about a hundred meters, and there was Tirta's house. The closer to the goal, the heart is increasingly uncertain. I can't wait to see his expression when I find out I'm back in this village.

I sped up the pace, already impatiently wanting to meet and embrace her spilling this longing. My pace slowed when it was near, and the housing conditions were much different from my shadow. Tirta's house is absent, leaving debris strewn about covered in scrubland. Looks like it burned out.

This leg suddenly limp, can no longer support my own body. I was sitting on the ground. Can no longer imagine what happened to Tirta and his family.

“Aaaaaak!” my screams as the deathly pale hand just now continued to stick to this shoulder. My steps were shaken, as hard as I could continue to ask for help, but the condition of the streets was quiet. No one is passing by. The houses on the side of the road were closed. It seems like the residents have not returned home from gardening.

Not long ago there were fathers of bikers passing carrying sacks filled with full in the back seat. Probably the harvest. Seeing me scared, instead of helping, the biker even gasped. And sometimes I look at me in wonder. Maybe he thinks I'm crazy. Come back.

Seeing that I was struggling to enter the inn court, Pamela immediately ran to greet me.

“Ran, what's wrong? You why?” scatter while holding me. I can't answer. Sultry.

“Come, sit!” his orders later, when we reached the terrace of the inn. I'm obeying. Then sit on a chair made of bamboo.

“Mel, where are you going?” I'm stuck with his arm. My breath is still hunting as a result of running as hard as it was.

“Take a drink, Ran, for you.”

“Don't be long, yes.” Pamela nodded, then I let go of the check slowly.

“This drink!” I took over the glass from Pamela's hand and I gulped it down to the toilet.

“Actually where were you going? And why go back and forth to the people in the demon-jacker?” pamela's pedicar. I nodded.

“Meanings lo? Really in the devil?” Again, I just nodded.

“But the devil didn't come here, right?” Pamela moved her eyeballs glancing left and right. I put my shoulders down.

“What's the matter, Mel? How did you become a coward of gini?” my many. Strange with the attitude of Pamela who suddenly became a coward. When in town, he was notoriously brave.

“Oath for whatever, the cave doesn't know either, Ran. Since entering this village, the aura is mystical. Cave so ...” Pamela hung up her words and then rubbed her nape.

“I asked you to, but I thought you were brave. If you are a coward also lies dong.”

“Seriously, the mystical aura in this village is wreaking my courage, Ran.”

Bener what Pamela said, about development has indeed advanced a little. However, it did not fade the mystical aura in this village, remaining viscous felt. The cold, adding to the impression of more horror only. Though it was still day. What if the night had come to blanket this village? What will the situation be like?

***

I took a shower and took a break, then went around looking at the inn. There's something weird. I think there is less, but what? I tried to remember, until I finally realized what was missing. Ule Mang. Yeah, she hasn't been seen since I got home from seeing Tirta's house. Where the hell is he?

I shouted Mang Ule's name repeatedly no one replied. The car is not on the front page either.

Pamela was also suddenly invisible. This place feels empty and horror.

“Mel! Mela!” Where the hell is he? Kok is not nyahut.

I tried to call Pamela and Mang Ule once again, but still no one replied. Silent.