GHOST VILLAGE
PART 4 THE SPOOKY HOUSE OF PAK SATAR
Sunlight has begun to show itself, my village looks beautiful in the morning. Usually the fathers go to the rice fields to work their own rice fields or have people or become building porters to the city like my father used to but the difference is the father settled in the city, the father settled in the city, while the mothers are more housewives or help her husband in the fields .Usually mothers work in the fields when the tobacco season arrives for mulong (harvest) or aghulung (roll)tobacco while the fathers usually masad (slicing tobacco leaves) at night until morning before . In my village has not been accessed asphalt at all is still in the form of soil so when the rain will be muddy and slippery then it will be given stone in the middle of the road with various sizes, so that the rain will be muddy and slippery then it will be given stone in the middle of the road with various sizes, people in my village if there is a passing this road usually in the say pal keteppal because it has to slip to the right left or to the middle so that when I go to school I have to use sandals first and in replace when you get to school, if not this way then the shoes will be mud and feel heavy when walking.
While at school we told Subhan and his friends they felt guilty and would take a day off first. I had to go tell kyai rahman because I felt it was strange why there was a offerings in the bamboo grove despite a glimpse but I was sure of my vision.
When I go home from school on the road to my home.
"You don't forget about my last night plan "many. Last night while on the road delivering subhan and sumbri we want to eat rojak ask mango on Mbah karno which usually mango fruiting earlier than others in this village.
"remember dong, I brought masako "ujar sumbri.
"i brought a little knife "reply subhan.
"while I bring "pronounced water
"if I bring candy for dessert, what do you bring? "tanyaku.
"i bring my mouth" he answered the plate.
"ck "our brood is upset. Our friend is indeed if there is nothing you can not rely on but if there is no him like there is less like the word people if there is nothing less if there is a cumam as a complement that is not too handy.
"In he said you want to wake up the house "asked sumbri.
"Not wake up the sum, just improve from the results of the father working in the city "my word.
"Good I'm happy "suggest.
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Mbah karto's house.
The house is made of bamboo but not too big because it lives alone,his house is right on the side of the road with a rice field house around all a bit far away with the house in front of his house there are some mango trees on the left right side of the house in the dominance of banana trees while behind the house bamboo groves though not too much.
"assalamualaikum mbak karto, which means glun in madura excuse me. "yelling me in front of the fence of the house of Mbah karto made of bamboo rattan.
"like there's no one, how?"my many.
"ah, you don't know just call in let me just "subhan said.
"bak karto, ask for the fruit of the mangga mbah "yell subhan.
"take yourself cong" replied bejo imitating the sound of mbak karto.
"thank you Mbah, you've been allowed to" Subhan said
Finally we climbed a fence that was about the size of an adult waist.
"Who will ride "ask dimas
"let me, since I brought nothing "call bejo proposes himself. After finishing taking the mango we went from the house mbak karto looking for a place until we chose under the banyan tree with a breeze sepoy sepoy, a good time to eat.
"Woy y'all stole my manggu!, you bad boys "pronounced mbah karto who walked pedaling his ontel bike towards us until I choked yet to drink maybe karma for eating the stolen goods, he said, we also ran which remained in pursuit of Mbah karto.
"We split up, let's get karto confused!"propose bejo with his crazy idea. Finally we split up but it is true mbak karto is no longer chasing.
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In the evening of prayer Isya', bejo poked me.
"Adi's with me, stomach ache" said bejo as prostration took place, really child. I heard what Bejo said but pretended to be deaf because it was praying. I closed my eyes to add to my silence so as not to disturb the demons, which are usually on the left eh instead of the bejo on the left huh.
After the prayer isya'bejo directly ran out maybe the child was indeed a stomachache I thought. I'm avoiding the dimas hand that's coming home.
"What's up at? "thank you dimas.
"We should discuss this matter to kyai rahman, pity sumbri and subhan" I said .Dimas nudged assented until the end of his all the children came home.
"Eh, why don't you guys go home "ask Kyai rahman who saw we haven't come home yet.
"Look at kyai.. "my story to kyai rahman from the beginning to the end I saw only nod and shake my head, making me confused to see it.
"We have to go there" Seru kyai rahman when I'm done telling the story.
When we leave.
"Hey wait.
"Huh huh you guys want why?, I'm coming" said bejo.
"It's an adult business, you're still a jo, go home!"throw dimas in a joke.
"About "pronounced bejo.
"Already, we should go "pronounced kyai mediate.
We followed him until he went to the back of Mr. Agus' house .
"That yu minah "speak bejo.
"Yu have no idea who jo is"tanyaku.
"Ituloh his son Pak agus who came to wander from the city "answer bejo.
"Seriously you ki?"ask kyai to make sure.
"Although I'm like this, but I never lie kyai" cried bejo
"Good, let's go to Mr. Agus' house" Kyai said
"inggih kyai"talku.
"Assalamualaikum "ketok kyai to pak agus' house.
"Waalaikumsalam eh kyai, monggo enter "said pak agus please.
"Minaah make 2 cups of coffee and 3 teas" said Pak agus.
"Yes" answered from the inside.
"Already, don't bother" said Kyai.
"Don't bother just water" said Pak Agus.
"Eh there's kyai, tumben night - night here, what's up kyai?"she said she went out and sat down next to her husband.
After the yu minah comes , card the coffee and tea on the table.
"Where am I here to see you?"kasi.
"What do we need ?"ask mama minah. Kyai finally told me....
"Minah.
"What's the matter, sir." wondered.
"Sit here. "say mr. agus.
After sitting.
"Is it true that you put offerings under the clump of minah bamboo ?"ask mr. Agus, I'm just silent not answering.
"Jawab Minaah "snaps pak agus, yu minah cries prostrate holding pak agus' feet.
"Relax gus, cold head cake "say kyai.
"I'm sorry sir hiks.
"Why did you do that, huh? "ask mr. agus with lower intonation.
"Actually pregnant minah outside marriage hiks hiks.
"Who's got you, son ?"tanya mama minah, hold the shoulder.
"Minah is pregnant by her boyfriend minah sir hiiks ... she does not want to be responsible hikks "sap minah sobbing - sob.
"When are you the father ?what are you doing with that baby?"cecar my mother is interested in many questions .
"Minah was born in the bathroom hiks... hiks.. minah the baby's body was alive under the bamboo grove south of our house hiks.
I do not think, there are mothers who can finish their children when they bet their lives to give birth to their children and there are those who do not love astagfirullah children.
"Astagfirullah minahh" shouted bu minaah hysterically.
"Why do you keep the offerings under the bamboo ?"pak Agus asked, rubbing his chest holding his anger and often taking a deep breath.
"The baby often disturbs the minah.. eventually minah went to the shaman not to be disturbed again hiks ...hiks ..dukun told minah to card offerings every day" said Minah.
Bugght
Minah fell unconscious.
"Eboook(mother) forgive mina buk hiks. hiks "say minah incessantly crying.
Until the silent ambulance came and we were sent home.
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