SAWMILL
13.THE APPEARANCE OF MR. KARYO
“Mas, it's good we don't have to go to the funeral 'cause, we're here or just go home mas” bisk Mamad
“Why Mad. Is it because of what I said about the grave in the middle of the forest at Mad?”
“Iya mas, well we will be in a community environment that is somewhat on the edge of the mas, so it is also natural that there are mystical things that they believe to be bad”
“As far as you are Mad, which is better for both of us, want to go back home yes ndak papa, later tonight we know here”
“Iya mas so mas, Let's say the same thing that has a house, all of you give a funeral fund to them mas”
“Later tonight we are here again for tahlilan mas”
Mamad then took me into the house after the corpse left for the burial area, we only delivered the corpse in front of the house.
After we finished saying goodbye and handed the envelope with a little money to the bereaved family, we returned home.
The cloudy sunlight that began to thick make the trip back is not hot, until we finally arrived at a wooden bridge that connects the sawmills with the village behind the river.
“Mad, we met earlier Bu Tugiyem, did he know if someone died?”
“Obviously tau mas, the villagers were not much, and mostly as farm laborers in the rice fields that are located a bit far from here, should bu Tugiyem know if any of our workers died mas”
We cross the bamboo bridge which is quite making deg deg an maybe because I have only twice passed this bridge, the name is also the first time must be different with if it has been many times. If many times it must taste good and make addictive.
In the afternoon at four in the afternoon we reached home after passing a large banyan tree with long roots.
“We will be at what time to mad?”
“Ya was he said after isya mas, so we went there after maghrib only mas” said Mamad who was opening the fence padlock
“Eh Mad, are we going through that road, is there no other way to get there?”
“Ada mas, but further, we go to the village where mas Agus interlocal was first, then we continue towards the road outside the city later there is a large bridge that leads to the village area mas, mas, so the term is muter mas”
“Perhaps the distance can be tripled mas, now it is up to mas Agus to go through where mas”
The situation here is getting dark, Mamad started filling petromak lamps with kerosene and preparing oil lamps as well.
“But have you ever gone this way at night Mad?”
“Nnever mas, most evenings I have ever mas, but if there is a friend I'm not afraid mas, at least, oh yes, I haven't told me what happened when I got to the small town mas”
I told you what I experienced when on the way to leave or when I came home, but I did not tell you about Agustina guard Wartel who was as beautiful as that semeletot.
I also tell stories about the sounds of the night, the sounds of the crooked people who are next to the room.
“The sound is exactly your voice Mad, so I am not afraid at all when it is pitch dark, because I think you are in your room”
“Waduh, as long as I am here, I have never been bothered with the supernatural that is here or around the forest"
"But if a small disturbance yes often, just not I ignore”
"Koyok sound strange sounds around the house or eehhmm. ah no kok mas. only sounds like that"
From Mamad's face and manner of speaking, it seems that something is being kept a secret, but let it be possible that I should not know what is being kept secret.
“Or maybe they are going to be acquaintances with mas Agus, so they show themselves to mas Agus”
“Mas Agus please if you want to take a shower, mumpung still in the afternoon mas, I all drain the water this mas” cried Mamad from behind while drawing the well water
The time to take a shower is actually the time I wait, but why it's time to take a shower and defecate is the time I avoid, well maybe because of the strange state of the bathroom.
Even when I took a shower I could not close my eyes for a moment, because it felt like someone was watching us from the front of my face, so soapy water sometimes entered my eyes.
I was horrified every time I stuck my head and I closed my eyes, it felt like there was a person's face in front of me, especially in the suspicious closet, anyway while bathing here is a tense moment.
In the afternoon before Maghrib, we were ready to walk, but we were still waiting for the vague adhan maghrib to be heard, because it was far from the mosque or mosque around here.
“Let's go, mas Agus come out first mas, I want to turn off the petromaknya lamp, dear oil and danger also if we stay in a state of flame mas”
“Don't forget the one in Mad”'s room I told Mamad who was turning off the petromak lights in the living room
After the house business was over, we were ready to walk towards the back of the house and down the river on our right.
But somehow since I started to leave the house I felt something was strange but I couldn't feel how strange it was because of what.
Is the decision to go behind the house the right one? remember going down the path and across the river?.
“Before mas, I want to light a torch first, here I bring two good torches for the lighting mas”
“Iya Mad, the direction there must be dark, fortunately you think to bring a lighting device, I always pocket my small flashlight”
“But if you see the sky without clouds gini is quite good, because there is moonlight that helps illuminate our journey to the village behind the river “
We walked slowly through a very large banyan tree, if the night gini yes serem also through here, but if the day is good enough to fall asleep if there is below it.
Walking up to a dozen meters past the banyan tree that was behind me, we went down the river that did not sound the current, because we were not in the mountainous area where there were many rocks.
About a few tens of minutes we walked, finally from a distance even though it was faint due to the moonlight, I could see the bridge connecting the area here with the hamlet area that was there.
Actually, I hope to meet with Tugiyem's mother's son named Anik, later after passing the river I will ask Mamad where Tugiyem's house
“Alhamdulillah mas, have arrived at the bridge,.. let's cross mas hehehe but must be careful my mas only if the night gini rather afraid through this bridge mas”
“Bismillah first ae Mad, pray that we can get to the destination safely”, I said from behind Mamad who walked first on the bridge
Our eyes focus on the floor of the bridge which is only a piece of wood and bamboo arranged in such a way, it is quite creepy also through the dark and quite wide river heheheh.
We slowly started to take the wooden bridge, but when we were two meters away and I was looking at the floor of the bridge, Mamad suddenly stopped walking.
“What's Mad, why did you stop?”
There was no reply from Mamad to my question, then I looked forward, seeing what caused Mamad to stop walking.
“A.ada... p.p..pak ..K...Karyo di...there mas”
Mamad bowed his head he did not dare to look at the figure at the end of the bridge
The figure that Mamad said was named Pak Karyo was not clearly visible from here because it was on the other side of the state was pitch black.
But I can faintly see there's a human, uh no, but more like a real shadow.
The white-faced shadow was across the bridge, and was standing by the river.