SAWMILL
36. OPENING THE ROOM OF MAMAD

I just sat and paused in the living room that was neatly arranged, after the table and chair were tidied up this morning.

What's going on is actually….

No, I wouldn't think, because my mind was always pursing to a long white thing lying in the middle of the room!

Does this house have anything to do with when I sleep in place to put the instruments of death, does it have anything to do with it?

Hopefully what I think is not what I thought before, hopefully what I think is not what happened here.

“Assalamualaikum...”yelling female voice from back of house.

Oh my God, that's the sound of Tugiyem and Anik, .. fight what I have to do!

For sure I will not tell the truth to the two of them what I experienced during Tina's magazine!

“Waalaikumsalam” reply me while running to the back of the house

“I think nak Agus is out of home” said bu Tugiyem who was already sitting in amben near the well behind the house

“No ma'am, I was confused bu.” I started to skit for what happened with me

“I am confused and do not know what to do bu” I bow my head

“There is something to nak Agus, something happened last night nak”

“Last night yes and this morning also yes bu”

“Last night I didn't dare to go home after interlocal, I took a walk to the city just so I wasn't saturated. But finally until the village before the forest is already at 22.00”

“At last I slept in some kind of camling post. The next morning before dawn I woke up the fathers who were heading to the mosque, because I was sleeping in the storage of equipment death”

“I slept on the spot to bathe the corpse and next to me was a coffin”

“After subuhan in the village I came home and found a strange house situation ma'am. Tables and chairs are all on the edge of the living room”

“As if last night there was an event here, and there was a burn of incense and bu” pointed me at the burn remnants in front of my room”

Bu Tugiyem kept silent while watching me seriously. After that he checked the situation around this house. He also touched the door of Mamad's room which was still tightly closed.

“Later tonight I will come here to Agus” said bu Tugiyem firmly

“Don't ma'am, anyways I will go to the village to interlocal to the boss, because said mr. Solikin his palette can already be sent to the boss place, because it has piled up behind rumah”

“Maybe I won't be home again until morning ma'am, I was so scared to come back here. Later I will also ask the boss about the replacement Mamad bu”

“Oh so, yes already son, it's good after interlocal nak Agus to my village only, later tonight sleep at Mr. Solikin”'s house

“But it is a bit far rotate when from the village there to our village nak”

Bu Tugiyem is actually a good candidate-in-law with his beautiful son as well. But the widow Tina was more passionate as well, and more experienced in various matters.

Bu Tugiyem walked to the front of Mamad's room again and then placed his ear on the door leaf.

“Sepi.. silent gloomy and dark. We recommend this room is opened now, son Agus, than there is something that befalls son Agus again here”

“But it has not been seven days ma'am, then does it not matter if this room is opened just like bu?”

“By being forced to son, because the air Mamad trapped in it must be released immediately and replaced by air and air new”

There is a point also what Tugiyem's mother was talking about, but the room was locked Mamad from the outside, so it had to be forcibly dismantled.

I better ask Mr. Solikin to dismantle the room right now, but there is Tugiyem's mom here.

“Eh I asked Mr. Solikin to open the room yes ma'am, I call him bu” for a moment

“Do not, it is better not to involve him, this is the house that Agus wants to live in, so son Agus himself must open it” said bu Tugiyem suddenly when I will call Mr. Solikin

“Then, I'll borrow the hammer first ma'am, because I don't have a big hammer to hit a padlock that's not so big it”

I hurriedly headed to the back of the house to borrow the hammer that the workers usually used to make the Pallets.

Had been asked also by Mr. Solikin for what the hammer is, yes I just answer to open the room Mamad

“But it has not been seven days Mr Agus, is it not better to wait until seven days Mamad first?” ask Solikin when I'm going back into the house

“Ndak papa sir, it is better to just open than me every day frightened and curious about the room in the house pak”

“Ya already then Mr. Agus, means it has become the responsibility of Mr. Agus himself if anything happens, pak”

I hesitated and fell silent when Mr. Solikin said the responsibility I had to bear as a result of opening Mamad's room.

“What should I bear sir, is there something dangerous inside that I will be harmed when I open it sir?

“I do not know Mr. Agus whether there is something with Mamad's room or not, which is certainly according to custom here the room of the deceased is prohibited to open before seven days”

“Ya already sir, I am not here, so ndak papa right if I open the room?”

“Iya, yes already then sir, please Mr. Agus who just open pak” said Mr. Solikin who was a bit strange behavior

I went back to the living room of the house, there waiting for Mbok Yem and his son named Anik.

“How about son, why is it so long time to take pallu nak?”

“Adat here is so son, but son Agus is not here son Agus, so most likely no one will have an impact on nak Agus” said bu Tugiyem

“Ya already then ma'am, I will unload this door lock”

The padlock on the door of Mamad's room is not a strong padlock that costs tens of thousands, but only a small padlock that is not too strong to secure something inside.

So with three times hit using a padlock hammer it can finally be damaged and open.

I turned to Tugiyem, to ask for approval to open Mamad's room.Tugiyem nodded at me.

I took the nod as a sign of agreeing to open Mamad's room which I wanted to open yesterday.

Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim.I pushed into the door of the room which was only made of thin wood.

The first thing I felt was a stuffy smell and warm air coming down on my body.

The atmosphere was gloomy and dark because the closed room window had made me hesitate to open the door wider again.

But I decided to open wider, because my curiosity is very high, besides that also so that the situation here is not so terrible.

Now the door of the room was wide open, but I did not dare to enter it.

“How is this mom, do I have to go in there bu?”

“Iya son, then open the window of the room so that the air inside is changed with fresh air”

“This room is really different, son, very gloomy if I see, but do not know anymore if the window is nak Agus open wide”

I went into the room that smelled musty, more precisely this is the smell of Mamad's sweat attached to the bed sheet, This room is almost the same area as my room.

It's just that during this time I never went into Mamad's room, so I don't know the situation in this room.

The window of my room was opened wide, the air from outside also broke into the room so that the smell of this room slowly turned into the smell of the forest.

The condition of the room is not much different from the one I occupy, including the furniture is also the same.just there is something that feels different from the room I occupy.

Just what was different was what I couldn't guess.because different was not in terms of visuals, just my feelings were saying there was different to the one I was occupying.

Bu Tugiyem only saw this room doorway, he did not enter it, but from the look on his face he looked somewhat like that after seeing the contents of this room.

“Nak Agus, it's good this room is used for prayer. Dhuhur this what son Agus has prayed?”

“Not bu, later dhuhur and ashar I will pray here bu”

“Nah good son, try to pray and ask for forgiveness for the spirit of Mamad”

“This room is a bit strange, but I do not know what is strange, son, just pray a lot for Agus”

“Oh yes son, rantang yesterday what has been washed, this I bring provisions for later tonight son, so that Agus son is not difficult to find 'cause”

“Iya ma'am, I briefly get bu”

Bu Tugiyem smiled at me as the bushel was returned clean.

Bu Tugiyem is very attentive to me, so just eat me he made it.

I was afraid when Tugiyem's mother tried to match Anik to me. Anik is a natural beauty, but only beautiful, can not suddenly make my menjakian rose.

Different with Tina, just by imagining me, my menjakianku directly notok njedok. Maybe the term is that Tina is making nafshu.

Iha but find the wife who how, the criteria I hope that how. frankly my girlfriend who is in the village when compared to Anik is clearly far away. Anik excels at everything.

When compared to Tina is clearly far away too, Tina excels in excellent service. But for the future wife who is still fresh, this Anik.

“Dik Anik, today dik Anik looks very beautiful you” fad I said like that, because what is worn by him though simple but suitable

“Halah mas Agus likes to digegombal anyway mas” reply Anik

After the stale bases they also leave from here, on the dining table there is already a row of three that must contain rice, side dishes and vegetables.

Now I am alone in sitting in the living room while looking at Mamad's room that has been opened, the air that is confined inside has changed with the fresh forest air.

In accordance with Ms. Tugiyem's advice, I performed the prayer in Mamad's room for noon today, and there was no interruption whatsoever.

In the afternoon I just sat in the living room without knowing what I was thinking

In the afternoon after the workers came home and the back of the house was empty, I returned to pray ashar in Mamad's room.

But before of course I took a shower first, I took a shower when there were still many workers in this house hehehe.

The window of Mamad's room was still open because it was still bright outside and it was too late to close the window.

The first rakaat I felt nothing, I remained calm and solemnly continued until the second rakaat.

But on the third rakaat I was surprised by the window of the room behind me suddenly closed with my own loud…

The atmosphere became dim as the window suddenly closed violently.

I can still hold back quietly, but I feel like there is someone behind me…..