SAWMILL
140. THE LOST VILLAGE

The frankincense smoke is getting more and more concentrated, and makes our breath tight.

I don't want to risk any problems with our lungs. I have to open the window of this room.

But there was something I was thinking about whether it was safe and nothing would happen if I opened the window.

Has no one ambushed in and caught us?”

“Mas... uhuk. This smoke is getting longer not the smell of frankincense anymore. but the smell of chemicals that make Tina breath tight..

“But what is beyond that we do not know mbak Tina.. we do not know if anyone is waiting for us to come out of this room through window” bisik mas Agus.

“What mas Agus have other ideas besides going out through the window?”

“Tidak ada mbak… hanya itu satu satunya cara untuk menyelamatkan diri… melalui jendela itu”

I know these bad guys know that the only way we get out of this is through this window, and I think outside there are already those who take care of us and will catch me and Agus.

But it's true, there's no other way to save yourself from here except to get out of this room and run off into the middle of the forest.

And the strange thing is. This smoke.the smell of frankincense that the smoke enters through the gap of this door is different from the smell at the first time the smoke entered the room.

The smell of white smoke is sharper and more painful in the eyes….

“Gini only mas.. open the window first, but we do not get out of here, let the window open first, Tina is on the left side and mas Agus is on the right side”

“Tina Sure that people outside will not dare to enter as long as the smoke is still in this room, they will definitely ambush when the smoke starts to decrease”

“Atau gini only mbak. hold your breath as hard as possible so that this smoke gets thicker in the room, after which our window opens with the strongest possible, so that we can, then among the smoke coming out of the window we run to the middle of the jungle”

“Ya is already mas.. Tina agrees.. let's get closer to the window mas. I hope the smoke that goes into this room more and more mas”.

I know the plan mas Agus.so after the smoke here more and more, and the smoke has not come out of the ventilation room above the window, then we open this window firmly, and then we open this window, and along with the smoke coming out, we also came out through this window.

But the problem is not yet the smoke is getting more, I can not breathe anymore, my chest is getting crowded and my lungs feel hot like burning so..

“Mas.. We have to open that window now.Tina has trouble breathing” I said while whispering.

“Iya mbak.. let's open now this window... at the count of three push out strongly, do not forget to wear a hat and jacket given by pak Paijo”.

“Wear shoes first mas. so that our feet are safe from thorns and sharp stones”

“Waduh my shoes are outside mbak,. who is here only flip-flops course”

“Gak papa. let's get ready mas”

In the count of the three windows that have been opened by the mas Agus we pushed out, causing a loud sound when the shutters hit the walls of the house.

Simultaneously, thick smoke began to move out of the room towards the outdoors..

Agus and I waited until the smoke got thicker coming out of the room.

When the swarm of smoke started to come out of the room ….

“Come on Tina. We get out of here and run quickly to the forest there”.

Without being told twice I went up to the window and jumped down smoothly. Then I ran towards the forest, as well as the mas Agus behind me, he also followed me who ran straight towards the middle of the forest.

This forest is very dark, but it's as if I have the strength to run into the middle of the forest confidently, without fear of being hit by a stone or a hole or anything.

I try not to look back at all, the important thing is that I can still hear the footsteps of Agus.

Behind me I heard the voices of men screaming…

They shouted at us and invited his friend to pursue me and Agus mas who were getting into the middle of the forest.

The deeper I and Mas Agus ran into the dark forest..

There was no flashlight or moonlight that entered the forest.I only used instinct, as if someone was leading me to move and run into the middle of the forest.

Suddenly I smelled a sharp jasmine.

“Stop mas... stop here first..follow Tina mas.. hopefully it is true that someone will help us mas”.

“Assalamualaikum ibah..”

“This is Tina Mbah….

The first second nothing changed.The footsteps of the pursuers were getting closer, the flash of the flashlight began to look not far from my position and mas Agus stood up..

But a few seconds later the smell of this jasmine flower gets more concentrated, this smell gets sharper…

Along with the increasingly sharp smell of jasmine flowers, then appeared the fog of the ground, a thin fog that then enveloped me and mas Agus.

This ground fog is only thin, so that I and Agus can still see the light of the flashlight that is getting closer to the two of us.

“Diam mas... don't move at all”.

Strange things happened when the chasing was getting closer and only two meters away from us..

They passed us, as if they did not see the presence of the two of us next to them.

It turned out that there were two people who were chasing us, and the two people passed us until they were straight into the middle of the forest…

And those two people are Wito and Yetno!

Agus and I were still motionless, because Wito and Yetno could have gone back to the sawmill…

And it turns out that my estimate was correct - maybe five minutes later the two men came back from the middle of the forest…

They walked towards us with a flashlight that shone down here and there.

The closer Yetno and Wito are….

Getting closer and closer and they both hit us.

Wito and Yetno walked while continuing to shine the light of the flashlight in all directions.

But the smell of jasmine was getting sharper, and finally something strange happened after the thin fog began to slowly disappear the land.

“Mas.

“Mas.. We have that lost village, in the ancestral village of Tina. let's walk quietly mas”.

Mas Agus did not respond to my words, maybe he was frightened.

We are on a stone-covered village road but neatly arranged.The situation and atmosphere here are shades of brownish color..

As far as my eyes can see everything looks a bit brownish.and it is currently daytime!

Because when I put my head up above our heads there was the sun, but it wasn't too hot, like there was some kind of barrier or filter.

And that barrier that caused the sunlight was not white and not hot, but it was a bit brownish gold, more similar to the sunlight when the afternoon before Maghrib.

Many people pass by, they walk and some are riding bicycles as well..

Their clothes are clearly only black and brown, typical of indigenous clothing in colonial times.

They don't care about us being confused on the side of the road. The road that when stepped on is quite soft.not soft actually.

So every time I stepped .. This land I stepped on it felt a little bit moving in.

“Where are we at Tina?” bisik mas Agus”

“Ssttt , Tina is concentrating mas, it feels like someone is leading Tina to somewhere mas”

After walking not too far, we finally arrived at a house that was located a bit on the edge.

I stopped in front of the house, because the one that led me also stopped in front of this house.

“The home is the ancestral home of Tina mas..”

“Set what we will do here mbak”

“Wait and be patient first, later chances are there will come”

But it turned out that what I was thinking was wrong, no one came to pick us both up, but we were in front of a very simple wooden house.

“We enter this house only mas, Tina sure this house belongs to Tina” ancestors

I walked to the front of the house with a hard and dense soil.

The door of this house is tightly closed, this house without windows must be very dark inside.

I told myself to get closer and say hello at the door.

“Excuse ... kulonuwun...”.

“Excuse me.. kulonuwuuuun”.

“Iya... who yaaa” replied to the voice inside

That sound seems to me I've heard…

Hmmm yes .. that is the sound of my mbah mbahnya.mbah who was in my dream that was a cheap smile and who as a spokesperson when I had that dream.

The door of the house that came from wood was then opened…

It turns out true my guess, he who introduced himself as my mbahnya.

“Mbaaah..remember me. I Tina”.

At first, this altar was just silent while looking from top to bottom and then up again.

But not long after this mbah smile..

“Oh yesaaa, let's go in nduk... eh this Agus it yes nduk?”

“True Mbah.ini mas Agus that Tina talked about earlier mbah”

“Finally you two got here too ya”

“Tadi nduk Tina follow what can get here?”

“Tadi seems like someone led Tina to get here Mbah”

Then I tell you what happened to us until then me and Agus got here, not to forget also the person who was chasing me.

This old Mbah listens to my story using Indonesian while mangosteen mangosteen.it seems he understands what is going on with me and Mas Agus.

“Hehehe ground mist. and you are finally invisible.

“Khodam protecting koe will move by itself to protect koe nduk, it is already a hereditary legacy for the original descendants of this village”

“Hmm yes nduk... anyone will harm you both by using Black magic, so be kind enough nduk”.

“That's important don't forget your ancestors, and surely your ancestors won't forget you”

“Now what should Tina and mas Agus do mbah?”

“Just calm down, and return to your two realms, Mbah and your other ancestors will try to help you nduk

After parting.aku and mas Agus walked towards the direction where we came.

This village looks beautiful and delicious to live in, it could be possible before, the coming phase of the disease.

When Agus and I were already in the place where we first came. suddenly appeared again a thin fog like that.

Thin fog accompanied by the smell of very sharp jasmine flowers…

This thin fog then slowly began to fade.

With the fading of thin fog, it turns out the sky around here is blue, indicating that the sun is already in the eastern horizon.

“Mas what time is this?”

“Udah this morning mbak.. already at 05.20 am mbak”

“Aneh also yes mbak.padahat we only briefly in the lost village, but how does it feel so long ya mbak”.

“Iya mas.. Tina is also astonished.. let's go back to the sawmill house.. Tina was curious about the state of the house that”

“Eh mbak... I saw it wrong.. we are indeed at 05.21.. but we are not on the same day when we are chased by Wito and Yetno …but we're in one day in front of him”

“What a mas!. whereas we were in the lost village no more than twenty minutes mas, but in nature we can up to twenty-four hours”

“Fortunately mas agus watch is a digital clock, so there is a date and day”

“Now where are we going?”

“We went to the sawmill house only mas.Tina was curious about who was there”.

“But is it safe for us if we are there mbak?”

“Ya keep your eyes and be careful mas, do not let your guard down a little mas”

the sky was getting brighter.This cold, cold morning evoked hunger in my stomach…

“Actually we are confused about where to go, because wherever we are, people who are looking for us can still find us mbak”

“As if there are spies near us.

“Iya.. Tina now feels strange mas.. all this time we are only close to Mr. Paijo, we should be in a safe state mas”.

“Iya mbak... I am also thinking what actually happened this mbak”.

Morning ..we walked to the sawmill house with a full heart.

Not long after that we reached the front trees of the sawmill.

We didn't just walk into the house, but we both had to study the situation here first, lest any of the Solikins come here.

The window of the mas Agus room is currently closed, meaning there are people who deliberately close it…

The police motor belonging to Paijo Pak members is still in the yard of the house, which means no police officers come here and take this motorcycle.

“Mas... strange also yes.. motor is still there, while we lost twenty-four hours...then why is the police motor still there?”

“Should have taken them home because we disappeared”

“Iya mbak.. means my conclusion , no police member who was there as long as we lost this mbak”.

“No police officers were on patrol the night of the incident also mbak”

“So we have to what mas, do we have to suspect Mr Paijo?”

“Not necessarily mbak, it could be their men it mbak”