SAWMILL
121.TAKE IT EASY, SANTI

“I already remember what was once mbak” mbak

“But I was too afraid to tell Tina...”.

“Indeed what did Mr Solikin suggest?”

“On one night when my mother was coming home, I was delirious again.”.

“But this delusion is different from the usual one..”.

“She said...’ many corpses are split!’...”

“When I was still trying to digest father's words.. suddenly he said..’don't kill my family’...”

“After it is connected again...’I will not interfere with your corpse business..... don't kill my family!’...”

“What is meant by Santi... why do you suddenly deal with the corpse problem?”

“Iya it mbak TIna.. I do not understand what the father said.., I just keep quiet and try to think what my father has done, and why anyone wants to kill our family”.

“I told my husband..my husband was confused and just said better mom and dad stay in town first for a while”.

“Then about the incident father was hit by someone when he was at home.It also became a big question mark, because my husband and I were not told why until my father was hit man”.

Waduuuh. turned out that Mother Solikin did not tell her son what happened.

Do I have to frankly tell you about when I and mas Agus were at Mr. Solikin's house?

Or do I just let this thing roll like running water?

“Tina's mother must know something right mbak?” search Santi

“Eh.. mbak Santi... uh bu Solikin what story about mr Solikin's condition?”

“Mother is just a story about the father who suddenly hit people, and then the alleged thief ran away and was not caught at all.

“Eh Tina will tell Santi what happened actually, because Mr. Solikin's dream is already terrible like that”

“But on condition.. mbak Santi must respond to the story I tell this with adults and we better think of the way out”.

I'm telling you in outline what's going on at the sawmills…

Just in outline, because I am afraid of the reaction that will arise from this Santi.

And it turned out to be true.The reaction arising from Santi's face was really surprising.Suddenly his face was pale and sweaty.he would cry but still be held back.

He will move inside, but I hold back so that nothing unwanted happens in the room.’

“Mbak Santi.. please do not be rash..

“T..Can not mbak Tina.. I have to save father and mother!” Santi stood up from his seat

“Remember what I said mbak Santi... do not be rash.. better we think about how the best way out. let's not panic first mbak”.

Santi sat back down after I held his arm.

His breath was hunting with sweat drenching his forehead.

His face was still pale with slightly trembling lips.

“Tenang used to be Santi, all these events seem to have happened a long time ago, but because mas Agus began to investigate so that some people began to overheat”

Santi was still speechless with his face looking far ahead, he was probably a bit shocked by what I was saying..

Because it could be that what I'm telling you is related to Mr. Solikin's delusion.

“Mbak Santi already Pray?”

“S..already last time adzan isya finished mbak”

“Ya already.. Tina pray first yes mbak, than kemalaman”

“I..iya mbak Tina. eeh later after prayer mbak Tina here again?”

“Iya mbak Santi, Tina will be here, we try to chat what we should do mbak”

Adhan Isya time has been almost an hour ago reverberating…

This means that the current state of the hospital mosque is in a state of desolation, because surely there is no longer anyone who prays there at hours like this.

I walked in the hospital hallway feeling was was. because the condition of the passage leading to the mosque is currently quiet.

I could only see a nun who was in the administration room or whatever room I didn't understand.

Ah .. safe too, it turns out there is still a nurse here…

I hastened my steps towards the mushola, which was not far from where I was walking.

When I arrived at the mosque whose lights were not so bright, it turned out that in the front corner there was still a father who was sitting together facing the Qibla.

“Fortunately there is still a father who is doing worship”

I took the water of Wudhu which is located to the left of the mushola, after which I entered the mushola.

It turned out that the father in a blue shirt with a picture of a battery and gloved advertising was still there, he sat quietly in the corner of the mosque.

I feel calm because there is someone else here.

Immediately I performed Isya prayer…

Finish the first rakaat from the corner of my eye with the body pointing to the qibla it can still see the person in blue shirt with the picture of the battery is still there.

The two men are still there.

At the end of the third prostration when I stood up. Through the corner of my eye.

My concentration began to be disrupted, but I quickly returned to concentration until it was over.

I looked in all directions, but there was no one around.

Mushola is quiet.I am alone here.

Lights that are not so bright also add to the impression of gloomy…

My hair began to bristle.I began to think that not until then I heard the sound of footsteps outside the mushola.

Hurry up I hook up the sisters who are already a little far from the room used as a mushola.

It turned the nurse to the right, towards the rooms…

“Oh the nurse turned towards the rooms..”.

I've started to feel a little relieved after I was in front of Mr. Solikin's room…

It turns out Santi wasn't in front of the room, maybe he was inside.

I'd better call him, 'cause I need to talk to him.

I slowly opened the room occupied by Mr. Solikin and three other patients.

Turns right. Santi was sitting alone in the chair next to Mr. Solikin's bed, and it turned out that Mr. Solikin was no longer next to Santi.

“Mbak Santi..” call me by Whispering

Santi turned towards the door, and walking slowly he headed towards the door where I was.

He briefly looked at Solikin, who appeared to be sleeping.

“Ih mbak Tina kok long time anyway Prayer...”

“Yes not long ago Santi, his name is also a worshiper, yes we have to concentrate and worship really”

“Eh by the way.His mother mbak Santi where?”

“So I went home with my husband mbak, but I had a chance to talk with my husband to be careful on the road, and accompany the mother at home”

“Tadi Tina also had time to think, how bu Solikin home, but it is needed by the bad people today is not the family of Mr. Solikin, but mas Agus.”.

“So according to Tina anyway.The family of Mr. Solikin remains safe only, and will not be disturbed by them”.

“So Santi just calm down, as long as Mr. Solikin does not do what they do not like, surely the family mbak Santi will be safe kok”

“Hopefully like that mbak Tina, I remain worried about the state of ibu”

“Ya already mbak Santi.. now mbak Santi enter the room only, accompany mr. Solikin, I will return to the mas room Agus”

“Iya mbak Tina.. It's been around nine o'clock at night mbak”.

After encouraging Santi not to keep thinking about the situation of his mother, I ventured to walk back to the room mas Agus.

The hospital was completely deserted, even as I passed through the guard room that was usually occupied by several guard sisters at this time seemed empty.

As far as the eye could see towards the very end of the room there was no one outside.

“Lha was the nurse who brought the file to where ya?”

But for sure he is now in one of the inpatient rooms.

But strange also you know, usually the nurse if bring the file is usually for patients who will be out of the hospital, or it could be patients who died.

And the file may contain a history of patients who will be discharged from the hospital or patients who died.

In the distance..in front of the last room, in the outside seat of the room there is someone who is sitting.

Fortunately there was someone in front of the room, so I wasn't so scared

I kept walking until I approached the last room…

The figure of the person who was sitting in the long chair in front of the room was getting clearer with lighting that was not too bright.

“Lho are the fathers who were in Mushola”

The fathers in blue battery t-shirts sat pensively in front of the room, the old man's face facing the small garden in front of the room.

The closer I got to that person the clearer it became. That old, tired-looking face just looked in front of him without looking at me at all.

“Better I enter the room only..”.

The door of the mas Agus room was not closed properly, rather open a little, indicating in the room there was someone who was visiting.

When I pushed the door, it turned out to be true, there was a nurse who carried some files talking to mothers who were tidying up a number of clothes.

one pair of shorts, one blue t-shirt and one holster have been folded neatly in bed and ready to put in an open cloth bag.

The nurse was silent and occasionally helped put the clothes on the bed.

I knew the old woman was sad because maybe her husband had just died, because I had seen her crying when I was going to buy food.

I better not interfere with their business….

Kulirik once again the old woman was putting shorts, blue t-shirts that I saw at a glance there was a picture of the battery and a holster into a cloth bag.

What……! blue battery t-shirt!?

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Again I apologize…

I have not been able to maximally write, because my busyness during my time in Bali to prepare my mother ngaben until the completion of all the traditional ceremony process.

And thank God my mother's ngaben event was completed on Tuesday, after a series of customary events that took my time from morning to night.

But of course after finishing with ngaben there are still a series of other customary activities that of course still take up my time.

To note.I was born from a Balinese Hindu family with the prefix of my name Dewa, I come from the town of ubud peliatan village.

I was married to my Muslim husband…

With the death of my mother, I continued to follow the customary process step by step until all customary events were completed.

And the customary process that is really tiring from my mother died to the burning process, ash disposal on the beach sunrise sanur, to the traditional house show ubud peliatan village.

so I apologize if I have not been able to update as long as I am still in Bali.

Maybe I will update normally when I have returned to our residence in central Java.

Salutations

Brother Bashi/God Ayu Yudhari