SAWMILL
184. OLD BUT YOUNG

“Mas...see... where are we?”

Once the front door was opened by mas Agus.The first thing I saw was a front yard house that was not too big, but clean.

There is no fence at all, which restricts the yard with its front road only the ranks of green and neatly cut beluntas plants.

Across the street is also a house facing this house.

“Mas, I think we are in a village, and we are now a pair of elderly people who need help to live life hihi”

“Iya mbak.. I wonder also, why Pak Panat changed us into a less useful elderly like this, but there must be a reason mbak, mbak, there is no way Mr. Pangat just change us to be old like this”

We both walked to the courtyard and to the street in front of the house.

Indeed, the way we both walk is still limped, even though my joints are not stiff anymore, but do not know why our way is still like this.

Is this the hallmark of the elderly, so for the road alone we are a bit troubled.

Mas Agus took my hand, and now we are in front of the house.

“Waaah, no Mbah Sastro…. Healthy Mbah?” greet a woman who is walking in front of us

“Hehehe sehaat” reply mas Agus

“Nggih monggo mbah Sastro , I want to go to the market first mbah”

The woman continued her path…..

What matters is that now, Agus and I know what our names are

“Mbah Sastro mas hehehe, our name is Mbah Sastro hihi”

“Iya mbak... for starters we already know who we are mbak”.

The situation here is not much different from when we came to my ancestral village, the sun is not too hot, the land that feels like it is a bit like when stepped on.

But what I wonder is why we are in the body of a grandparent called Mbah Sastro.

And until this moment no one appeared and claimed to be Pakat!.

“Mbak for today, we move the movement of the body and sunbathe only, so that our bodies are not stiff and we can continue the path to find Ingrid”

“We want to find where mas, it should be Pak Panat is here, he will tell what we will do mas, mas, but if he doesn't have what we're gonna do mas”

“Good morning Mbah Sastrooo, breakfast, I send food from home yes Mbah” said the voice of someone from the roadside

I was surprised too, suddenly there were two people who greeted me and Agus mas, it turns out that I and Agus who was called Mbah Sastro this is a person who is quite well known as the population here.

A middle-aged woman who was now in front of the house, she looked at me and Agus with a smile, she said,

Then what should I do if things are like this, do I have to return their greetings and agree to the breakfast offer they offer us both?

“Excite….. Thank you nduk” replied mas Agus.. continue teranag I did not answer what he had offered, not that I do not want to, but better mas Agus only answered

“Lho mbah Putri Sastro again sick huh? Kok from just now just keep quiet mbah” asked the middle-aged woman again

I just nodded when the woman asked me about my situation which was just silent. Frankly I do not dare to talk much because I do not know how the character mbak kakung and mbak Putri named Sastro.

“Waduh mba.. Later I will bring breakfast for the princess, wait a while mbah” said the middle-aged woman left me and mas Agus

This is dangerous…..

“Mbak Tina.. how is this mbak, afraid that later the woman will bring others here, to check our situation”

“Lha yes it's mas, Tina also felt that will later happen with us mas, but the problem is we have not met with Pakat, he has not shown his nose stem mas”

“Please calm first daja mbak. we follow the flow first, while we wait for Pakat to come here”.

True mas Agus, we better follow the flow of what I and mas Agus are living, while waiting for Pak Pangat to come in a moment.

But I am confused too, why should be a parent, why not be a person who is agile and energetic, why should parents who just to walk hard.

Though we will have to go where this does not have to go in the forest, have to find Ingrid who either at this time he is where, anyway we must be able to move quickly.

But with an old body like this, to walk alone is difficult let alone having to move quickly after Ingrid.

“Mbak TIna.. mbak Tina felt something strange?”

“Any how is mas?

“This... I now feel healthier, my big toe that was difficult to move now my legs even like to move to lari”

“My legs feel telling me to move by myself mbak”

“Let's go inside the house, and the road slowly as usual mbak…. I think we are old, but our parts are young mbak”

Mas Agus took my hand to enter the house, but it was true mas Agus, my legs felt very light, it felt like a long way, or at least run for a moment.

Even walking into the house feels like running away.

The door of the house was opened easily by Mas Agus…. I think now we both have changed!

Casing can be old, but daleman is still joss….

“See this mbak...” said mas Agus while m pushup in front of me.

“I think we are as usual mbak, it's just that our outer body is the body of parents, and we have to behave as grandparents when we meet the residents here”

“Iya mas, Tina Tina's body taste has also changed, changed as usual mas”

“Means we now just wait for Pakat to come mas”

“This is not to make the residents here suspicious mbak, we still have to behave as before, it is difficult to do any activities”

Agus and I went out again, we basked in the morning sun which was not too bright.

Some passers-by always greet and ask the health of the two of us who incarnate as Mbah Sasto.

Including the young woman who had promised us breakfast, it turned out that she had come again with food wrapped in teak leaves….White rice with side dishes…

Agus and I remained outside for a few dozen minutes, to wait for the arrival of Mr. Panat who until this moment has not appeared.

“Mas... is it possible that Pakat is not human, but is it possible that he is an animal or a creature created by God?”

“Iya mbak, let's look around us mbak, if someone comes close to us, it could be Mr. Panat who has come here and turned into something”

Suddenly a cat came meowing in front of us in a bamboo chair in front of the house.

The cat with a striped pattern of telon suddenly came and shifted his body to his feet mas Agus.

“Mas... it has a cat, is it possible that he was Pak Pangat mas?”

“Waduh.. rub him into a cat mbak”.

“This cat is strange behavior mas. just look at him sitting in front of us and staring at our faces mas”.

“Ya ordinary mbak... his name is hungry cat is yes gini his behavior.... uh but this is not just a striped telon mbak, this striped telon is male lho!”

“To my knowledge, there are no belang telon berwamin man mbak, my whole life, only this time I saw there belang telon man”

“Don't-don't this Mr. Pangat mbak hihihi”

“Let's bring it in mas, all of us ask around and breakfast is also”

I, mas Agus, and the male striped cat eat inside the house, we give the cat food while we both eat breakfast as well.

“Mas, the food of women's cooking was strange yes, like there is a smell of fragrance or what is mas”

“Iya mbak... do not eat first mbak.. I really suspect this food” said mas Agus while chewing the food given by the young woman.

“But the cat already ate mas”

“Leave it mbak, he will not feel strange with the food here, so yes just let mbak. If if he feels strange and does not want to eat, then we stop”

The food that the person gave was like there was a smell of fragrance, but not a special savory fragrance of food, this smell was more to the smell of a kind of fragrance or fragrant smell…

I think I've smelled this kind of scent, in our nature of course, and it's rare that I smell it.

I think this smell is similar to…

“Mas... This is a distinctive smell of incense and incense mas!”

“astaga .. yes mbak, pantesan I once smelled this fragrance mbak... fortunately we only eat a little”.

“Hehehe Tina has not reached ketelen mas, already Tina lepeh hehehe”

“Already mbak, now help me communication with this cat mbak, maybe we need time to talk to the cat who most likely he is Pak Pakat mbak”

From earlier mas Agus koyok wong crazy, striped cat that he was talking to, but there was no response at all. The cat just meows and then sleeps on the ground floor.

Maybe because it was irritated, the cat then mas Agus carried, and in the sling mas Agus spoke again to the cat.].

But not the answer. There is only a scratch on the cheek of mas Agus eh Mbah kung Sastro.

“Jangkrek!.. I even clawed mbak...!”

“It looks like this cat is not pack pangat deh mbak”

“Tried again aja kek.. who knows Pak Pangat has not fully mastered the cat's body kek hihihi”.

“Kek kak kek kek.. koyok I iki wis tuek ae mbak...”.

“You are spoken to how else mbak, this cat still can not be spoken to”

Mas Agus did not stop trying to communicate with the three striped cat, but the result was still zero.. There is no sign that inside the cat is Pakat.

“Permissiiii.. Mbah Sastrooooo...” shouted the person outside.

“Excuse Mbah…. Mbah Sastrooo, I Santoso mbah.. “ shouted the person who was outside again

“Mas... anyone looking for Mbah Sastro...would we not go out mas?”

“Iya mbak, but remember.. We are parents, we have to walk like parents”

“Let me who came out first mbak, mbak Tina follow me from behind only hihihi”

“Mbah Sastrooo, I'm Santoso.. This is someone who is looking for Mbah Sastrooo” shouted people outside.

Mas Agus arranged his steps for the road to the door of the house he had just closed..

A very slow way of walking and with a slightly bent body.

I was behind the mas Agus, deliberately I was behind, because Mbah Sastro means mbak kakung Sastro who was sought, not mbah Putri Sastro hihihihi.

When I opened the door of the house…. And when I was also looking at the situation in front of the house.

“Excuse me Mbah, I am guest.. Said this guest from far away and was looking for mbah kung and mbah Uti Sastro” said the person named Santoso

Next to the man who claimed to be Santoso, there was a man dressed as a government official.

Short-sleeved safari shirt with two pockets on the chest and two pockets on the hips, a safari suit by rural government officials.

The man was turning his back on us because he seemed to be watching the state of the house in front of us

“pak. this is Mbah Sastronya.. Monggo” said the person who seems to be the sycophant to the person who is dressed formally in the style of an ancient regional official

“Iya….. Hmm by the way the house in front of it is not for sale sir?” asked Santoso without looking at me and Agus at all

“Waduh... later I ask Mr. Dikin first sir... uh sir, Mbah Sastronya already here” said Santoso it again.

I know that voice….

Mas Agus also looked at me, mas Agus gave a code to me that he might also know the voice of the person who was talking to Santoso.

I know that voice very well…. That's the sound of Mr. Warm!

“Iya sir Santoso.. Later please tell the owner of the house, I am interested in buying the house as soon as”, the person dressed in safari told Santoso.