SAWMILL
03. THE UNNATURAL BEGINNING
I woke up when I heard the sound of a diesel-powered car approaching this house, and then it honked its horn a few times.
“Solaaaaarrrrr!...Solaaarrrr”
The sound of screaming people outside the fence. The screams were loud.
“Log the back gate of boooss”
Answer the voice known as Mamad's voice
The car then starts the engine again and then runs towards the back, according to what Mamad had told.
I see my watch, it turns out it's 02:30 now, meaning solar comes at this hour, I'm curious to see what's behind.
I planned to get out of the front room to go to the door that connects with the back of the house, which is a place to do a sawmill.
But when I opened the door, it turned out that the petromak lights in the living room and back room were dead, it became pitch black.
Petromak lights die usually because the kerosene is up. Because a lamp like this is voracious kerosene.
But the dark conditions of this room did not prevent me from stepping foot towards the back of the house.
I wonder why the solar shipment is coming at this hour.
My steps stopped when I heard a loud snoring. The sound of snoring from night to morning was heard in the ears.
“Lho...this snoring voice is coming from this room, the room is Mamad?”
"Have he been outside?"
"This snoring voice is what I heard from last night until now. Who's yelling at the back gate?"
My hair bristles, the blood on the nape of the neck ripples quickly when in the back of the house there is no activity at all, only quiet and the sound of night animals is heard
I felt something strange, but there was nothing around the bathroom and kitchen of this house, just the pitch blackness and thumping feeling that I now feel.
“Aduuuh why I can get out of the room as easily as listening to the person who screamed solar, but what the hell, the voice of the slitting person was Mamad in his room?” mummy lirih
But strangely I couldn't turn my body back when I was going back to my room
“What can I do just stare at the back door of the house, what happened to me?”
“Why do I feel like something is watching me from behind, what exactly is going on with me?” my inner
I slowly turned my body around and read whatever Surah I had learned at school, but I still felt that someone was watching me, there's nothing I can do but go back into the room.
I walked back slowly until I felt my back hit something so cold!.
“Allahuakbaaar!” I screamed loudly.
The sound of my screams awoke Mamad, the door of Mamad's room opened from the inside, but I did not dare to turn to Mamad, because I felt that the cold thing was still on my back.
“Ya Tuhaaan, mas Agus.why are you here at night?” said Mamad who was in the doorway of his room while carrying an oil lamp that he had placed on the wall of his room
“Ndak papa Mad, I just had a dream earlier” I just dared to turn towards Mamad who was beside me
“Ya already mas Agus, just go back to sleep mas, do not leave the room at this hour, if you want to leave the room, wake me up mas. Tap-tap the wall of my room just” said Mamad who then went into his room again
What exactly happened here, why did I get to be outside the room? Is it because there was a solar-solar scream and there was a voice Mamad who replied to lead to the back?.
I lay the body on a mattress filled with cotton that has been exhausted again, even though this mattress contains a capok, but still comfortable to be made to sleep. I forced to close my eyes, but my memory of that one was still not lost.
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Beautiful morning in the middle of the forest, the sound of birds that are mutually unpretentious sahutan adds to the natural impression around here. A cool morning with morning sunlight that enters the room that is sometimes blocked by leaves.
“Last night what happened to Agus, why is it in front of the bathroom. Want to piss?”
“Maybe I had a dream last night Mad, I heard the sound of a car beside the room, then there was the sound of people shouting solar...solar, then you replied that the car was to the back of course”.
“Because I was curious and wanted to know the process of buying solar, so I woke up and came out of Mad's room, and it turned out outside the room it was quiet and dark”
“Ndak papa mas, maybe mas Agus is tired so easy to dream that is not-not mas” Mamad replied while sipping coffee milk.
“Workers come at what time Mad, kok still quiet clock as soon as” I see my watch and now it is 07.10
“After they will come mas, they only have five people, later mas agus I will introduce to them all”
“Eh better mas Agus take a shower immediately, because after this the situation here will be crowded and busy mas, oh yes, I cooked instant boiled noodles and omelet omelet mas, and, please eat first mas before bathing hehehe” said Mamad
I got up from the long chair in front of the house, this place really calmed the taste, cool cold and many sounds of forest animals that are mutually unpretentious.
But will I be sure that there is no one here but Mamad, and no entertainment other than radio.
Mamad was still in front of the house, he was still sitting in his long chair drinking his coffee, and the situation here was still quiet without any workers coming, but why has the door leading to the back not been opened by Mamad?
“Mad... why the back door you haven't opened Mad, I want to look at the back of Mad” I shouted from the kitchen side
“Let's not open now, let the kids come and clean the backyard first mas, later I will open pntu it” replied Mamad who then stepped inside the house
“Ya is Mad, I shower just”
“Lha did not have breakfast first mas Agus” asked Mamad who was in front of my room door
“Let's go Mad, after shower I just had breakfast”
Only this first time I bathe in this house, because last night I did not bathe, understand the air here is very cold and certainly at night this bathroom looks spooky too.
A typical bathroom in the interior where between the part for bathing and the part for defecation is separated by a wall partition, so that the bath cannot see the state of the place of defecation.
I'm actually curious about the words. There is a word defecation which means defecation, there is another word Hajatan which means an event. So what is the truth of the word hajat what does it really mean?.
Forget about the word Hajatan, which I must have felt a bit strange also shower here because I can not see the state of the place of shitting.
But I won't look because the place is definitely that way too, a dirty squat closet is for sure.
“This bathroom is rather dirty and slippery once floor. Tomorrow I buy a floor cleaner, let's be a bit sad in the state of this bathroom, not that I will stay here a long time kan” my inner
“I will definitely always come to this bathroom, and will definitely always visit the toilet, because in a day I can raise up to three times hihihi” muttered me with a smile
I started taking a shower, like I always do if the bath always soaked my hair, to feel fresh my head, but…
There's something a little strange here, every time I flutter my head, I feel like someone is looking at me from the front. Several times each time the water from the mink or dipper was poured into my head, I felt someone was looking at me!
But when I wiped my face, there was no one in this bathroom, I turned my face to the roof of the bathroom, it turned out that this bathroom had no ceiling.
Above this bathroom there is only a wooden stretcher that crosses above, on the wooden stretcher of course the precarious that has blackened the color.
“Hmmm wood swipe that one why is bigger than the other yes?” I murmured when I saw a wooden stick running from the top to the top of the bathroom