TUMBAL SEVENTH

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Ever since meeting Dian at the lake yesterday afternoon, my feelings have been less and less. My mind kept on turning to Tirta, and kept thinking of ways to free her from the clutches of that shaman family.

“Tomorrow, we go find Bayu's house, yes, Mel!”

“Iya.” Mela agreed to my invitation. Seconds later he was again engrossed in fiddling with the screen of his phone. While Mang Ule was in the next room calling his family.

I who was originally standing back and forth restlessly sat back down to sip coffee and siphon chips ready for me to evaporate into the mouth. But when I heard someone knocking on the door. The chips that were already in my hand were put back in the jar.

Mela stopped her activity and sharpened her hearing. “Who are the gini nights to visit?” I just responded with a shoulder twitch. “Don't ghost knocker that door again,” he continued.

Me and Mela left the middle room to the front door to open it.

“Hai,” greet guests, once the door is open.

“Wood!” pekikku and Mela compact.

“As soon as you miss, yes, you guys are the same as me?” The next instant Bayu raised his eyebrows. Tengil, nyebelin, but I admit he was agangenin and gemesin too. Gemes wants a nabok. Kulirik Mela, she was like she was holding back a smile. “Not told to come in, nih?”

“Ah, yes, until forgot,”. Then I let you come in and sit down.

Bayu thrust the package in front of me. “What, nh?” my question while reaching for a pocket of crackles containing a small box.

“Hyrup aroma!” titah Bayu's. I'm natur. From the smell I know what it is.

“Martabok!” my guess.

“One hundred!” sahut Bayu's.

“Yes already, I take a plate all for a drink first, yes.” Just now I was standing in the kitchen, Mela blocked my arm.

“Let me aja!” he nodded, and rushed straight to the kitchen. How the hell, given the opportunity to talk a lot with Bayu even run away. Basic Mela. Bar-bar chicks like her can have some embarrassment too apparently. I also sat back.

“Your lifespan, Bay ...”

“Hem, you guys must have talked to me, huh?” seems fast.

“Yes, the plan is tomorrow I will be with Mela to go to your house. Uh, you're here first.”

“What's going to my house? Not strong yes, nahan misses,” chirpnya kepedean.

“Iya. I don't want a nabok!” my ketus. Bayu chuckles.

Mela comes to serve martabak who has moved places on a plate and a cup of coffee for Bayu.

“Loh, coffee coffee is just one. You guys don't copy either? It's not good if I'm the only one who coffee,” Cerocos Bayu.

“We still have, in the middle room,” reply me.

“But, I took our first.” Mela immediately took my coffee and coffee. Then back in the living room.

Bayu. “That's who's voice?” tanyakanya.

“That's Mang Ule, my driver. Again phone his family.” Bayu nodded while oozing.

“Diminished coffee!” tell Mela, Bayu nodded with a smile towards her.

“Oh yes, earlier you said you want to go to my house ... what do you want, yes?” continued Bayu.

“I want to ask you to help nemenin bebasin Tirta.”

“Emang do you know where my house is?”

“That's it, Bay.”

“Know? Who told you my home address?” Bayu continued to sip his coffee. With Mela. Compact.

“Dian.” Bayu choked after hearing my answer. Mela swiftly thrust the tissue in front of Bayu.

“Thank you,” said Bayu while taking over the tissue from Mela's hand.

“Dian? Have you met Dian?” tanya Bayu after cleaning her face. I nodded.

“Why are you, anyway? Denger Dian's name was immediately shocked. Don't tell me you're still harboring the same feeling he is,” my god. Then glanced towards Mela whose expression turned sour.

“Not that, just did not expect that you have met Dian. In her right, now she has moved to the next village,” kilah Bayu.

“Iya, I deliberately searched her house before meeting you yesterday. Want news about Tirta,”, I explained.

“How's it going? Now you know the story about Tirta?” I nodded at the question Bayu asked.

“Bay, you want, ‘kan, help me make free Tirta?” This time replace Bayu who nodded my question.

“Yes, later we try to free him, yes!” say Bayu later. We enjoyed the martabak and sipped coffee.

“Oh yes, how is your mother's condition?” ask Mela.

“Oh yes, until you forget the news of your mother. Yesterday I wanted nengokin, but I don't know which hospital I was in?” sahutku.

“Nothing. My mom is better now, kok.”

“Continue now at home?” ask Mela.

“Iya, already home from the hospital this morning,” replied Bayu.

“Now in the same house who?” my many.

“There are a lot of families coming by. Rame in the house. That's why I can come here,” explained Bayu. Me and Mela nodded.

“Oh yes, Bay, the shaman's house where Tirta is located, yes?” my many. Back to the topic.

“There in the middle of the pine forest. On the edge of the village. The shaman's house is located in pencil, Ran.”

“From here, far away, Bay?”

“Lumayan. At most range sekilo away.”

“Away too, yes.”

“We must prepare as mature as possible if you want to go there. You see Sekar's parents were not shamans abal-abal.”

“Iya, Bay. Dian also told me everything. He also told us what we should do before releasing Tirta.”

“Good if that is so. Means we just think about the strategy if you have been told what to do.” I nodded. While Mela silently watched.

“What do you think, yes, how can we get into the shaman's house?” my many.

“That can enter the shaman's house is just you with Mela and your driver, Ran.”

I scrunched my forehead. “Why is that?”

“The shaman already knows who I am. If I come in, it will be found out. I also tried to free Tirta, and was found out. I was given unnatural pain for 40 days, Ran.”

“Ngeri also, yes,” Mela said.

“Yes, luckily I can still recover. If it does not heal, it will not be able to meet you guys like now,” continued Bayu.

“But, how do you do, yes, Bay? So we can get inside the shaman's house?” I'm just impatient.

“Eum, gini aja, you guys are from the city, say just get lost and get there.”

“Good, the idea Bayu, Ran,” Mela said enthusiastically.

“Yes, I agree. Then when do we start rolling out our plan, Bay? If it can be soon. I don't want to let Tirta stay any longer in that shaman's house.”

“Yes, if you are, Ran. I'm the one, just follow.”

“What tomorrow, Bay? You ready, aren't you?”

“Bby. Faster better,” sahut Bayu.

***

Me, Mela and Mang Ule stood firm to go to the shaman's house, accompanied by Bayu as a guide.

“Where? You guys ready?” ask Bayu.

I took a deep breath and then nodded. Then Mela nodded along and lastly Mang Ule.

“Oke, we're leaving!” bring Bayu.

The four of us got in the car. After saying basmalah, Mang Ule drove his car following Bayu's direction. Intentionally choosing night time to make it look reassuring that we were lost. Huf, hopefully there won't be anything terrible there.

The further away it left the countryside, the more desolate and dark the atmosphere became. No lighting at all. The left and right sides of the road we passed overgrown with lush trees, no matter what trees. It looked like a giant standing in line to welcome our arrival. The deeper he entered the forest, the more vivid the impression of horror. The sound of owls and other unpretentious night animals adds to the gripping impression.

“Bay, are you sure we're not going the wrong way?” mela asked breaking the silence.

“This is indeed the road to the shaman's house. Not wrong, kok,” explained Bayu.

“Aaak!” my screams along with Mela as Mang Ule braked suddenly while Istigfar. Bayu who was sitting in the front seat beside Mang Ule immediately looked forward again after previously turning towards me and Mela who was sitting in the back seat.

“What's up, Mang?” ask Bayu. Mang Ule was still silently holding onto his chest area, he looked shocked.

“Ta-tadi a-there beb-beb-shadow big black once crossed,” clearly Mang Ule stammered. Mela was immediately fluttering in my arms.

“All stay calm, yes! While continuing to pray!” titah Bayu's.

Honestly, my guts are shrinking. However, I should be able to fight this fear for the sake of Tirta.