TUMBAL SEVENTH

Gaffes

I started to hear whispers. Inside the room that was supposed to be Mang Ule's room sounded like two or more people were chatting faintly. My heart was moved to make sure, and my feet made that happen. Now I'm at the chocolate door. Hand stalling ready to hold the door. I turn it slowly and open it. My eyes monitor all corners of the 4x3 space. Blank. There is only a bed along with other sleeping equipment, and a small closet located in the bed sambing storage of clothes and goods.

Bizarrely. It was very crowded. It's like there's a family meeting here.

I closed the door again and just as I was about to turn my tail, my eyes caught a black shadow darting behind me towards the window on the right. Even the curtains swayed as if being nudged by something.

I walked slowly closer to the window and pulled the dark green curtains with the red rose slowly. There's nothing behind it. My eyes monitor the outside conditions through the glass windows. Out there there are only various plants of roses and jasmine some are still blooming and some are malay. Also beetles and butterflies are still flying in search of honey.

“Kak!” I frowned when I heard the voice of a child calling me from behind. My eyes moved wildly left and right, but caught nothing. I dare to turn around there are small children around the age of 5 years. Long hair straight waist, and bangs. Her body was slightly puffed up so her cheeks were also cubby. Adorable.

“Iya. Who's it, huh?” tanyaku while squatting align with her tiny body.

“Ran! Where are you? Already awake yet?” I also looked at the source of the voice. Soon Pamela poked out from behind the door of this room. I changed my position that was originally squatting to stand up. Then turned back to the little boy I didn't know his name. “Here apparently. Sorry yes, I went to chase Mamang meatballs seller.” Pamela continued nyerocos. My eyes were directed to the meatballs package that Pamela was carrying. His special aroma was so strong that I could not resist hunger. My liur is uncontrollable as if to drool.

“Yes already, let's go to the dining room and we brush the meatballs!” take Pamela.

“Mel, this is ...” I stopped my words as the puffed up and adorable little girl who should still be in this room, but was gone. I don't know where it went.

“What?” kamir, he looks curious. I shook my head slowly, saying that there was a child afraid that it wasn't human. I choose to keep it a secret.

“Yes already, let's eat the meat. I'm already hungry.” I hugged Pamela's shoulder and I led her to the dining room to distract her. If not, he'll be looking for me.

“Oh yes, Ran, what did you say? What's up?” Shit, I think Pamela has forgotten the same words I hung earlier. Now that she's done eating meatballs, she's back to me.

“I can add, no?” I got a pack of meatballs sitting on the table. Pamela hit me slowly on the back of my hand.

“Racus!” his nag. “Don't that part Mang Ule!” continued. Actually I was full too, it was just my way so Pamela wouldn't question me. I'm afraid of mispronouncing, and I'm afraid it'll make Pamela lose her nerve.

“Where is Mang Ule going, huh? How come I didn't see him?”

“I forgot the story, yes, same you. That ... Mang Ule was shopping for groceries for our needs during our stay here,” explained Mela.

“Loh, does Mang Ule know where the market is?”

“That's it, she was accompanied by Bu Sumini.”

I nodded in understanding while making a fool of it. Before long the sound of Mang Ule Datag's car entered the front page of this inn. Pamela moved from sitting. “Bent a minute, yes, Ran. I help you down the goods first,” say goodbye Pamela. I nodded.

After Pamela came forward, I monitored the whole room looking for the boy. However, there is no. Makes me even more curious. Is he a real human or a ghost?

“Ran, help dong!” Pamela's shout broke my reverie.

“OK,” sahutku. Then go ahead and help bring down the groceries.

“All is done. If so, I go home, yes!” Bu Sumini. Pamela says thank you very much. Then Ms. Sumini really left. Now I, Mela and Mang Ule live in this house.

“Mang, it's on the dining table there's meatballs. Please eat! Later cold hunt.”

Mang Ule immediately slid to the dining table and ate his meatballs after thanking Pamela.

***

I woke up after a nightmare. Sitting on a bed with hunting breath. Pamela was still asleep. Looking at the clock stuck to the wall, the needle pointed to the number 02:15 in the morning. This throat was dry, seeing the water supply on the small table next to the bed had run out. Teak's empty. I decided to go to the kitchen and get a drink.

The sound of water I poured from the teapot into the glass broke the silence of the night. Then I gulped the water up to the toilet and put the empty glass on the side of the teapot.

My forehead waved in wonder. These nights are groups of children playing? Were they not sought by their parents?

Then the children formed a circle by joining hands with each other. Move around while singing dolanan song.

Cublak suweng

suwenge ting gelenterl

guambu ketundung

mr. empong lera-lere

sopo ngguyu ndelik - ake

sir-sir pong dhele

sir sir pong dhele gosong ....

The group of children sang the song at an increasingly fast tempo. The longer his voice seemed deafening. Although my ears have been covered with both palms still his voice as if piercing the eardrum. To the point that my head felt dizzy by the singing.

I groaned withstanding the pain in the head. Crouching under the window close the palms in both earlobes.

Puk!

A pat on this shoulder made me stop groaning. I slowly turned to ascertain who the owner of the hand was still attached to this shoulder.

Apparently Pamela. I let out a sigh of relief. The singing voice and noise created by the group of children had also disappeared. The atmosphere is calm again. Pamela after patting this shoulder, she went towards the back door.

“Mel, where are you going?” He was silent, silent without a word and kept going. His hand reached for the door. “Mel, don't go there! Mel!”

“What's up, Ran?” I auto turn slowly facing the sound source. My forehead frowned observing the figure standing in front of me.

“Pamela, instead of earlier ... you ..” I pointed towards the back door that was still tightly closed. The figure of Pamela who was about to open the door also disappeared. If Pamela's supposed to come out, the door's open, right?

Pamela's closing in, I'm retreating. I was confused as to where Pamela was my real best friend.

“Ran, you why, anyway? It's me Mela!” Pamela assured. Not long ago Mang Ule came. Maybe because of the noise we're creating.

“What's Non? Still night when I wake up?” Mang Ule continued to yawn.

“Eum, nothing, Kok Mang. Last time I drank and Pamela followed,” I replied.

“On sleeping again, gih! Still night.” Me and Pamela nodded. While Mang Ule directly returned to his room.

“What's really going on, Ran? Why did you call me?” cecar Mela's.

I chose to embrace his shoulder and herd him into the room. “Udah tomorrow is the story. Now we go back to sleep. I'm still sleepy.”

Arriving at the room, Mela went straight back under the covers. While I was still curious about the group of boys in the backyard earlier, also the same figure that resembles Pamela.

After a headache think about all the strange events in this village and house. I chose to lie down and look at the ceiling. Anganku back melanglangbuana. Thinking about where Tirta is now? Is he alive or not? Did not-don't ... event fire his house took his life?

Tomorrow after the pilgrimage to Tania's tomb, I must immediately find out where Tirta is. So that this curiosity does not continue to haunt me.