TUMBAL SEVENTH

The Mystery of Tirta's Existence

After buying supplies for the pilgrimage, such as flowers and rose water at the seller who sells near the cemetery. I asked the grave guards to deliver me to Tania's grave.

The closer to the gravestone named Tania, the weaker the knee. I was swept away by Mela. The condition of the tomb was very clean and orderly. Looks like Dad told people to always take care of this tomb.

The feet no longer support the body. I sat down beside Tania's grave. My tears are unstoppable no more. The longings and regrets piled up in my heart coalesced into a sense I found hard to explain.

I sprinkled the flowers and sprinkled the rose water over Tania's navel. Tears continued to accompany every prayer I offered for her there. The shadow when he was alive continued to dance in his mind. Her laughter, jokes, spoiled and crying are still evident in my memory. Even his voice was still ringing in these ears.

“I'm sorry Brother, Tan. Brother failed to take care of you at that time. Sister ...” Cuddle tightly and knead repeatedly his headstone, hoping that this longing melts a little. Actuallyno. I just miss him more and more.

“Already, Ran. Don't cry like this. Poor Tania, later there she will be sad if you see you like this.” Mela gently rubbed this back. Amplifies.

“True, Non. It is not good to drag on in sadness and regret. We recommend that Non Tania be calm there.” Mang Ule also hoisted. The tomb guard stood still.

“Here you are, Ran. Now we sprinkle the rest of the flowers and we go home. Okay!” bring Mela. I'm shaking.

“I still want it here, Mel.”

“Ran, we're home!” firmly Mela.

“A minute, Mel. I still want to be here,” reject me.

“Ya already, this. Sprinkle the flowers!” mela's orders, and I'm obedient. After the flowers are finished I sprinkle on top of the navel Tania. Pamela pulled my shoulder to her feet, and forced me to leave immediately.

“Come, Ran! We home. Enough already! Cities should not linger in cemeteries. Tomorrow or the day after, we'll be here again. Okay!” Mela immediately grabbed me by the shoulder, and rolled me away from the funeral.

“Yuk, get in the car!” tell Mela while slightly pushing my body in. After I sat in the car, I saw Pamela giving some money to the tomb guard as a thank you escort.

“Don't bother like this, Neng! This is my job!” The old man refused. However, Pamela insisted.

“No hassle, really, sir. This is kindly welcome to buy drink, sir!” concluded Pamela while slipping money in the pocket of the tomb guard shirt. Then Mela said goodbye, and got into the car after the man nodded.

“We want to go straight home or where to go first, Ran?” ask Mela when the car has driven away from the tomb.

“We go around the village first. Same we stop by Dad's factory, first yes.”

“Oke.”

“Tuh, Mang Ule has heard, ‘kan? What do you want Rania?” continued Mela. Mang Ule nodded. “OK, means I don't need to re-explain.”

I observed the scenery on the side of the road that still looked beautiful. There is a food stall that I used to stop at after school with Tirta.

“Mang, stop!” my peek. Mang Ule braked suddenly. Reflex.

“Aduh Non, if you tell stop do not ngagetin. Danger!”

“Sorry, Mang!” I replied while opening the car door.

“Loh, where are you going, Ran?”

“Shortly, yes, Mel. I'm going to see the food stall keeper,” point me out.

“Yes already, then we just go down and eat. How's it? Kan, we haven't had breakfast.”

“Bby. Yuk!” take me.

“Yuk, Mang! We're down, breakfast first!” bring Mela.

“Ready, Non!”

Pamela and I walked closer to the bar. After parking the car, Mang Ule followed.

The shopkeeper's mother greeted us with a friendly smile and greeting. Let us go in and sit down. Then ask what message?

“What do you eat, Ran?”

“As far as you go, Mel. Same with!”

“Oke.” Mela then ordered pecel catfish and iced oranges for both of us. While Mang Ule ordered grilled chicken and coffee.

While eating, I observed the mother of the owner of this stall. Make sure he's still the same guy. After being sure, I also intend to talk to the shop owner's mother.

“Ran, where are you going?” Mela blocked my arm.

“For a while, you continue to eat. I was full. I'm going there first.”

Mela nodded. “Oke.”

“Bu,” call me. The owner of the shop looked at me.

“Iya, why Neng? Anything less?”

“Oh, talk to me. Be able. What do you want to talk about, huh?”

“Eum, previously introduce, I'm Rania, Bu.”

The shop owner's mother welcomed my hand. “I'm Minah, Neng.”

“Sit, Neng!” continued Bu Minah. We sat facing the table.

“Mother has forgotten, yes, same me?” my many. Ms. Minah frowned, seemingly trying to remember.

“Which is this Eneng?”

“I used to live here, and school here. It used to be that after school me and my friends often stop by to eat here.”

“Oh, yes. Unfortunately, my mother forgot. Understand U.” factors Ms. Minah further chuckled. I chimed in with a small smile.

“Eum, if my friend named Tirta, did you also forget?”

“Tirta?” Bu Minah frowned as if trying to remember. which “Tirta, yes?” continued.

“That's a lot, Mom, Tirta who lives in the village here too. Who used to be famous as the sane boy.”

Minah was silent for a moment as if she was thinking. “Oh, that Tirta,” murmured later. However, it sounded clear in these ears.

“Yes, do you know where she is now? You see I went to his house, his house was like burned out.”

“Sorry, I don't know. You better get out of here!” he stood up and pointed the way out.

“Loh, why Bu?”

“Already, you better get out of here quickly!” Ms. Minah kicked the three of us out.

“Bu, if you know where Tirta my best friend is, please tell me!”

“Go!”

Mela immediately paid for the food and immediately took me away.

“What did you do until the shop owner's mother got angry, Ran?” cecar Mela, when we got near the car.

“I tidka do nothing. Just ask where Tirta is now.”

“That's weird. Time is just asked that his reaction is excessive. What's with that mom?” Mela and Mang Ule were astonished. I just put my shoulders down.

“Ya already, let's go ahead!” bring Mela. I immediately got into the car, even with Mela and Mang Ule.

On the way to Dad's cassava factory. I met a resident who was raising his crop on a pickup truck.

“Mang, stop first, yes!”

“Ready, Non!” Mang Ule obeyed.

After the car stopped and pulled over, I got off. Mela tailed.

“Pak, excuse me,” my bro to the group of busy fathers.

One of the fathers stopped his activity and approached. “Yes, why Ma'am? Can we help you?”

“Eum, I want to ask. Do you know where Tirta lives, now?”

“ Which one, yes, Mbak?” ask the father again while frowning.

“Tirta, who used to be famous as an insane boy in this village.”

“Unknown. You better go! We are busy!” The father who was friendly was suddenly angry and upset. Even yelled at us as Pamela and I floundered in confusion with her attitude that turned strange every time I mentioned Tirta's name.

What the hell is going on?

“Ran, why are they? How come every time you ask about Tirta your best friend is so strange?”

“I'm also confused, Mel.”

“Ya already, yuk, we are back in the car!” bring Mela. I nodded.

When I met other people, I asked about Tirta. The reaction of the citizens was the same as the one I met before. The people became angry and frightened when the name Tirta was mentioned.

Fix, something's wrong, but what?

What happened to you, Tirta?