SAWMILL
10.A STRESSFUL NIGHT
“Alhamdulillah.. finally arrived at home"
I said in a rather loud voice for Mamad to hear my voice
“Virulent that why the front door is not locked, is it deliberately Mamad did not lock it so that I was easy to get inside?”
The door of the house was wide open, and it was very dark inside…
A set of empty old chair tables that were in front of me welcomed my arrival, but there was something a bit strange about this situation.
The house is pitch black, the petromax lights are not on, but I went after Maghrib and the situation here is already bright because the oil lamp and petromax lamp have been lit.
My front room door opened, and it turned out that the room's oil lamp wasn't turned on either.
“Why die.. but this afternoon it was a flame. Is it possible to be accidentally turned off when I leave?”
I stayed between the room and the living room, and then I came out. It was dark outside, all dark…
I closed the door to my room, then walked to the bathroom, but a second later I paused because I remembered the state of the bathroom here which was rather horrified by the new closet.
I turned to Mamad's room, when I was about to knock on his door. Suddenly I heard a slurping sound from inside Mamad's room, so I told him to knock on his door.
I went back to the living room to close the door, and did not forget to lock it also by installing a grendel or door lock slot.
“It turns out Mamad is sleeping again, yes whislah I just go to the room, but I have to find a match first”
“She put where the match was, duh.why I never asked Mamad sih”.
“Ah goblok, in my backpack there will be a flashlight, stupid really why not think of that sih”
I entered the room without looking at the table of the chair I had passed to go to the bathroom. But things are different, I feel there is something a little different here, but until now I have not been able to feel what is different.
I unloaded my backpack that I had at the end of the room, even though it was pitch-black, but to see where my backpack was, of course, was easy.
“Naaah this is a fucking flashlight, fortunately I brought this flashlight from home, try otherwise, could-could die dark fear gelapan I hihihi”
“Now you have to find where the matches are stored Mamad”
“Sik..sik, he usually takes the match in that sideboard on that old-school radio tape”
Then I shined the flashlight on the old radio tape that was never turned on
“Aaahh the her hehehe”
Now that the oil lamp in the room was finally on, it wasn't completely dark now, but there was something different, and I couldn't feel it yet.
I threw my body into a cot with only a cotton mattress on it, but it was better than nothing.
The quiet atmosphere in the room where there was only one oil lamp that sometimes cast a rather terrible shadow felt a little different.
“Alhamdulillah can finally sleep on the mattress..”.
From what I missed was just this rotten mattress, lha what else I missed, Boyfriend is also far away.
“Why didn't you call my girlfriend, ah jangkreeeeek!!!!!”
I said in a rather loud voice...
“Ssssssssttt!..”
The hissing sound which means “diam” and comes from the next room that might be disturbed by my voice.
“Ah means there is Mamad in the next room, mangange ngoroknya not stop from earlier”
I stared at the sky of the room which sometimes formed a shadow of a strange silhouette because it was exposed to the light of an oil lamp, the calm atmosphere of this room made me sleepy, and finally I slept…
…BRAHIM…
“Dark…. “
“Maybe the oil inside the lamp was up”
when I started to realize the dark atmosphere of Gulita's room like the time came earlier.
“Jeez I only slept two hours in this”
when I saw the digital watch, it was 02.15
“Mas Mad...mas Mamad....” I call Mamad.
There was no answer from the next room, even the snoring voice that had always been heard now was no longer there, quiet was no one after the crackling sound.
My mind was trying to process the data that was here, what was going on, and why it was all quiet, and why the oil lamp was also off, I can't think straight because my brain is covered by my own thoughts.
The first thing to do is to find the light, find the flashlight that you were holding, let's not think strangely first.
I tried to talk to myself so that bad thoughts would disappear from my brain.
“Alhamdulillah this flashlight meet”
Now the second step is I have to check the oil in the oil lamp, lest the oil in it run out!
With the courage I gathered, I got out of bed, and I walked up to the wall with the lamp of oil hanging, and with the light of the flashlight I saw the oil in the lamp
“Jangkrek!…, indeed out c*k, manggane kok lamp iki die dewe asyuu”
“Yo wislah, do not stay turu ae nek that..”.
Actually mbangunin Mamad and ask for help to be told where the supply of kerosene for oil lamp can be.
But I didn't do it, pity Mama if you just get up to show me where the oil supply is.
I tried to keep talking to myself to fight the fear of the dead oil lamp, I also tried that no one would bother me after this
I kept the flashlight light on and put it next to my bed, slowly I drowsy too….
*****
“ASSALAMUALAIK….MAS AGUUUUS”
Samar-sama Mamad's voice was heard in my ears repeatedly, it felt like a dream, there was Mamad's voice saying greetings
I opened my eyes, and I was in bed with a flashlight still on. I saw the watch turned out to be at 05:30 in the morning
“ASSALAMUALAIK…..
ASSALAMUALAIKUM.
But I still did not realize very well, Mamad's repeated screams and heard from outside this house that made me sit on my bed
“Waalaikum greetings…. Mad, why the hell yell Mad”
I was still in bed and could not think clearly
“ASSALAMUALAIK….MAS AGUUUUS”
Mamad's shout was heard from outside the house, I stood up and walked into the living room to open the door lock grendel or slot
“You're outside, did you just come out..eeennghhh then why did the door lock itself Mad?”
“Lho mas, I just came mas hehehe, last night I picked up my friend, because there was a circumcision event my friend's son mas"
"Then because I did not go home all night mas hehehe sorry mas Agus”