VILLAGE END

14

"It's okay Mom, sorry for hitting you and the wagon..."

Hasan raised his head as he stared at the old-looking woman.

"Mak Sanah?" said Hasan, surprised, and the old woman looked surprised.

" A Aden?," he said a little nervously and was about to leave but was held back by Hasan.

"Mak, finally O Allah" Lirih Hasan.

"Beyond Aden, let Mak go," Hasan shook his head. "Mak dengerin Hasan Mak," Hasan lowered his head while dropping himself so that Mak Sanah would not leave him.

"Where have you been with Kasim?, Hasan looking for Mak did not meet,"

Mak Sanah finally fell silent to see Hasan who dropped himself while holding both hands to hold himself back from leaving.

Mak Sanah took a deep breath, looking at the figure of the young man who was already considered as his son.

"Stand, son," he said, but Hasan shook his head.

"Then go back,"

"Mak won't go, but Mak's wagon is still rolling down the road, pity is passing by" he said and eventually made Hasan aware of the overturned wagon.

He pulled over Mak Sanah's wagon and his bike. "No one got hurt?," asked Hasan worriedly.

Mak Sanah shook his head slowly, "No one, just Aden who fell was injured?, Try Mak see, there must be scratched," he said with attention to keep Hasan quiet while the attention was still the same nothing changed even though he had not seen each other for years.

"Your arms are bleeding Aden, your legs are too" he said in a panic.

Hasan held the sweat in his eyes, "Mak don't worry this is only a minor wound later also healed,"

"The light, bitter e Ndak stagnated," he said.

(Blood does not stop)

"Ke Puskesmas yak Aden,"

Finally they went to the nearest puskesmas to treat Hasan's wounds which turned out to be quite severe in the arm.

The motorcycle stayed, there was already a guard secretly. The news of his accident must have been heard into the ears of Mr. Agus.

Surely just finished talking Hasan's phone has rang several times and it's from Mr. Agus.

Hasan shifted the green button and lifted it.

"How did you get into an accident?, was it severe?," A row of Tampa questions stopped from across the phone but Hasan Engan answered.

"Hello?, Young master?, you heard me?, you are alright?," asked back.

Hasan took a deep breath, "Alhamdulilah is not severe old man, just hand stitches,"

"What?, how can?,"

**

A car stops next to Hasan and Mak Sanah. The car door opened, the private driver came down and approached Hasan and Mak Sanah.

"Please sir" he said, opening the car door.

"Let's go Mak, we go in first" he said, inviting Mak Sanah who looked a little confused and hesitant.

"No Mak, we will go home to my house and after that pick up Mr. Kasim together," he said making Mak Sanah speechless.

Hasan did not know the departure of Kasim sir, a few years ago. Mak Sanah was confused to say how. If said now clearly he would be surprised to see so familiar they used to be.

The car entered the spacious courtyard of the house, until the view of Mak Sanah was never attached to the luxury house.

They're down.

"Aden, this is your house ?,"

Hasan nodded slowly, "True Mak, let's go in," he asked as he led Mak Sanah into the house.

"Oh, please prepare a drink and a snack,"

"Okay sir,"

"Let's Mak, sit here," he said.

"But Aden, is it appropriate for Mak to sit there?, Mak's clothes will dirty Aden's chair,"

"Don't be so Mak, this is just a chair and just like the function of the other chairs to be occupied" he said, inviting Mak Sanah to sit down.

Not so long a waiter came and served drinks and snacks on the table.

Hasan invited Mak Sanah to drink and eat snacks while telling stories.

"Since when was Mak in Jakarta?," asked, curious.

"For a long time Aden, it's been almost four years, and well here Mak only sells vegetables around,"

"Why don't I think, Mak, if Mak is here, I used to go back to the hamlet, but Mak Sanah and the eunuch sir are gone, and Tampa disappeared, I'm so worried about you guys, Mom,"

"Oh yes Mak, how is Kasim sir ? He is healthy right Mak ?, It has long not met me miss his stories about folk tales," he said making Mak Sanah confused to answer how.

"Gusti, must not answer kepiye Iki tole,",

(God, should I answer how this is a child?) he said inwardly.

[[Tole: A term for boys in Javanese]]

"Your father's up to Le's action,"

(Your father has gone Le,) he said softly with his motherly voice.

Hasan was silent to Mak Sanah's words.

"I mean Mak ?,"

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