TUMBAL SEVENTH

Sesajen

Tirta and I walked along the beach barefoot. Our hands are linked. Not a second apart. Sometimes we stop to take pictures. Then continue walking while enjoying the cool air and the soothing aroma of sea water. Our steps stopped when we saw the offerings placed under a tree on the beach. Just north of our inn.

“Sesajen this reminds me of the old High School days,” chirps me.

“It's been a long time ago.” Tirta doesn't seem to like me asking her to reminisce. In that village besides there were sweet memories of the two of us, he also had bitter memories. I tried to cover it up and chose to change the topic.

“But, who is it, who installed the offerings there and what is the purpose?” I'm curious.

“Already. That's none of our business.” Tirta chose a stupid time.

“Oya, said you want to tell me about what happened to me last night?” todong.

“Whatever still needs to be told, yes?”

“Need. I have to know what happened,” my whine is curious.

Tirta finally told me. It turns out I was possessed last night by a woman's spirit.

“There is anger and resentment from the look in the eyes of the woman who possessed you. He keeps looking for a guy named Hendarto and Rudi,”. I suddenly remember what I saw last night. What the woman who possessed my body was ... Maya's?

****

Tirta told me to get ready. This afternoon we will enjoy the sunset on the boat. With some other tourists.

We also headed for the boat. Medium size cruise ships. Several other tourists were already on board. Others still climb the stairs with me and Tirta.

We both stood on the side deck. Hold on to the guardrail and see the view of the sea that stretches in front there. We forgot to take pictures for memories.

“We go to the top deck, yuk!”

I nodded to my husband's invitation. He took my hand and we climbed up the stairs to the top deck. The ship started to go. A gentle breeze waving my broken hair. I spread my hands and closed my eyes. Enjoy this atmosphere of shahdu. I flinched as my husband's hand coiled around this waist.

“Ayang, shy to see people,” lirihku.

“Why embarrassed? We are legitimate. Aja sans kali.” He was a fool and still wrapped his hands around this waist. Like the scene from the movie Titanic.

After being satisfied to stand and hug each other while enjoying the breeze, we sat down side by side. Our hands hold each other. I held my head on the side of his shoulder.

I am so grateful. After a very long journey, it finally arrived at this phase. Love will find its way. Yeah, that's true. I've experienced it.

“Who wants coffee?” bargained for. I pulled away from her side, then looked at her and our eyes met.

“Bby,” answered I agree.

“Oke, Ayang wait here, yes. Let me into buying coffee.” I nodded in agreement. He left me sitting alone hugging my knees.

“Ah!” I was suffocating in shock when suddenly someone closed these eyes from behind. I touched the hand that covered these eyes. From the texture of his skin and the shape of his finger, it was clear this was not Tirta's hand.

“Who is this?” ask me when I can't guess.

“Try guessing!” reply with a made-up voice.

“Aaa, who, anyway? I'm playing guessing again,” ketusku.

“Baaa!” Finally he showed himself.

“Mela!” I cried after a few seconds.

“Yaaa. This is me your best friend.” He stretched out his arms and I immediately stood in his arms, while Bayu and Tirta were silent watching our drama.

“Btw, how are you guys here too?” I don't have the power anymore to stem the curiosity.

“I also just found out that you are here too after accidentally breathing the same Tirta,” explained Mela, and Bayu confirmed it.

“Oke, so the story is not just a marriage that congregates, but now the honeymoon is congregated again, nih?” my chirping. Everyone was open, then we enjoyed coffee and snacks interspersed with laughter. Waiting for dusk to arrive.

****

And in the end the twilight succumbed to the darkness of the night. The sun has hidden in its quarrel. Leave a light evening. We got into the boat, looking for a rumbling stomach snack. Just finding bread, it's okay to at least delay hunger a little.

The ship had been leaning back on the dock near the inn. The four of us went down and immediately looked for a place that provided a dinner menu. We haven't split yet, still eating at the same table together.

After eating waiting for food in the esophagus to go down to the stomach, we talked while enjoying a warm drink again. Do not forget we checked the results of the camera shots while on the ship earlier. Remove some of the ugly ones and leave the good ones alone. Not to fill the memory space.

“Oya, what room is your inn number?” my many.

“Tulip Room number 36,” Reply Mela. My husband and I looked at each other. Seconds later we broke up. Mela and Bayu looked confused by our behavior.

“Why, anyway?” ask Mela to know.

“Where am I with Tirta not trying? Without any element of intentional aja our room adempetan.”

“Hah?!” Mela was flabbergasted in disbelief.

“Fucking!” aspersion.

“Awas ya, ntar don't be noisy!” Husband.

“Yeee, we mah, silent mode. You guys times, the fashion bar-bar,” taunted Mela. Tirta and I looked at each other suddenly wanting to go back to the room. Uh!

“The room is soundproof. So it's safe to scream too,” said Bayu.

“Yodah, ntar yell aja aja fast, Mel!” my word.

“I'm a regular time. No, it's not the first night anymore. Udah umpteenth night,” said Mela arrogant.

Ah, means I stay here, who is still a newbie. “Means I have to wait, same senior,” chirped me.

Bayu and Mela's eyes compactly shot at me, then turned toward my husband. “You ... haven't unboxing?” ask Bayu kepo. His index point was towards me, then to Tirta.

“We mah, diarrhea. You guys are wasting!” husband's lips. He then grabbed my arm towards the room leaving Mela and Bayu who were still at home in his place.

****

Sleeping well again, my husband shakes this shoulder. I nodded with a mutter. These eyes are still closed. It feels like there's glue.

“Yang, we continued that kayak yesterday, yuk! Second part,” said. His voice sounded a bit hoarse. I opened my eyes and immediately found his face in front. His eyes looked expectantly.

“Tuk lo, Ay. The rest of yesterday is still sick, my whine” is clear. But my efforts are in vain. Eventually my defenses collapsed as well. I can't refuse his will.

Again, the phone rings. Tirta asked me to pick him up, while he stayed in his position. I answered the phone that turned out to be from Mela.

“What says Mela?” asked my man while taking a short break from his activities.

“Melajak fishing to the sea by boat. We are told to be ready if you want to come,” explained. He hurried to complete his mission, and we prepared to go fishing. It's gonna be exciting.

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