SAWMILL
56. IT WAS A TERRIBLE RAIN
Who's that…….
I stood looking at who was standing there, not clearly male or female due to the pitch black and heavy rain.
The description here comes only from petromak placed in amben by Burhan.
“Paaaak let's help me tie this tarp so that the tarp doesn't fly sir!” burhan shouted from the side of the house
“Iya mas..”
I helped Burhan by pulling the tarpaulin rope that the bond was loose, while Burhan tied the detached rope back to the wood behind the house.
Finished with the tarp business that was almost gone, suddenly the zinc on the sawmill that was already rusty began to sway violently and sounded hard.
I know the zinc on top of the machine is old and it's time for a new replacement.
The zinc on one side of it was waved and hit the wood where the zinc holder was, so the sound was apeas once.
“It looks like there's some nails coming off the zinc. Hopefully the other zinc nails are still strong to hold the other zinc side”
“Tomorrow will I nail again pack, hopefully the zinc is still strong pak”
“Ya sir, let's go inside sir, sampeyan wound don't get hit by the water pak”
“Iya mas,...”.
I still did not move from the back of the house, because I suddenly saw the shadow again, the black shadow that resembled a human standing watching us.
Suddenly the shadow disappeared by itself as I tried to see more clearly.
“Pak Agus... enter the pack do not be back there sir, danger !” burhan shouted from the back door
I took a few steps back because I was still curious about the black shadow that was there.
The rain was getting heavier, but fortunately the strong wind had started to subside, there was no longer a loud zinc sound, for the time being the state of the sawing machine was safe.
It's just that I still think the shadow of who is there, but let it be, in a long time I will know for myself who it is.
The important thing is not to interfere with the work that is here.
We both sat in the living room, while it was still raining outside.
To let go of the quiet we chatted potluck….
“How is the state of Pak Agus' chest after changing the bandage?”
“It's much better mas, the wound due to the pocong it does have to wear a special doctor kok hahah”
“APA SIR…….INJURIES CAUSED BY POCONG?” Burhan asked in a loud tone
“Iya mas.. actually my wound is due to pocong. If Mas Burhan wants to hear my story, I will tell mas”
Burhan's face, which was calm at first, was then suddenly tense as I began to tell him how I got this wound on my chest.
“Means to change the bandage I have to go to the city, because there is one of the doctors there who understand the world of ghib”
“I don't want to tell Burhan mas about what I experienced here mas, because I think it just befall me course”
“Eh turns out Burhan mas also dream the same as my dream…
“Well tomorrow morning I want to see the doctor again, I want to try to consult about what we are experiencing this”
“Iya Pak Agus , frankly I feel that we are being bullied by pak” people
“Different between being bullied by a house that is really haunted sir. Just a day I was here already feeling that I was being bullied by pak” people
“Iya mas, indeed what mas Burhan said it has a point too, just that I do not want to be bad to think first”
“I also know that my wound is not because this house is haunted, but because someone is playing with me mas”
Burhan and I were exchanging opinions about what happened with the two of us, only that I didn't want to directly accuse who and what.
Tomorrow Tina and I are going to the hospital to ask what happened to this house, Burhan, and me.
Or if I could I should find someone who understands the history here, so I can draw conclusions about what haunts me and Burhan.
“Mas Burhan.. it is good tomorrow morning besides me to the city to ask for help from the doctor who treated me, mas Burhan also to the village next to the river mas”.
“Ask about the health of Mr. Solikin and monitor his health, because if he is still sick then this house will stop producing”
“Iya sir, tomorrow morning I go to the village there pak”
The rain outside has begun to subside, now leaving only a small drizzle that sometimes accompanied the sound of sitting in the distance
“Eh sir, the back door has not been locked, the fence and the outside door have not been locked, because it was raining pak”
“Ya already let's lock the house first before going to bed, although here there are no valuables at least we keep so that nothing comes in here”
Burhan stood up and opened the door, while I was still contemplating why until Burhan and I experienced something strange here.
“Pak.... , try to see here sir...!”
“There is mas” I stand lazily because of the drowsiness that began to come to me
“Ya Allah... fog from where is this mas!”
In the courtyard of the house and all that is outside at this time only looks white, there is only fog.
“All who are here why fog all yes sir..”
“Home fence only not visible pak”
“This danger mas, let's lock the gate first mas”
Frankly, I was afraid to see the fog that covered all parts of the forest and even started to enter the house as well.
“Quick mas we lock the fence of the house, the mist begins to enter this house...”.
Burhan ran small towards the gate…
After being locked, he went straight into the house.
“Wuih fog out there is cold once pak”
“Ya already mas, close and we lock it, I've been very sleepy mas”
“eh pack of petroming lights off or let it stay on pack?”
“Leave it mas, add the kerosene course”
I went into the room, while Burhan was still adding kerosene to the petromak lamp.
I saw my watch turned out to be at 21:45, but because of the cold outside that entered through the window gap, as a result the air in the room was also cool.
Several times I yawned until I finally felt like I was sleeping too…..
*****
I don't know how many hours I slept, I woke up all of a sudden….
I woke up because I was so cold, the air in this room was getting colder and colder.
I woke up with an oil lamp still on.
Ah means this is not a dream, because usually if the dream both oil lamp and petromak lamp must have died.
I blinked my eyelids because these eyes felt a bit sepet after waking up suddenly.
the atmosphere of silence is very very, usually when it runs out of rain will certainly be a lot of frog sounds, the hall of this house is next to the river.
But at the moment there is no animal sound at all, not even Burhan's squeaking voice I heard it at all.
Unlike Mamad whose snoring voice is unusually loud…..
But there was one voice that my ears received, it sounded distant and weak in my ears….
A voice like a person hoeing the ground, it sounded distant and weak.
“Where is it, how are there voices of people hoeing the ground?”
“Why are there pranksters hoeing the ground?”
I kept my ears fixed to the sound frequency of the person hoeing….
It's been more than five minutes I've heard the sound of people hoeing the ground without stopping it
I think in also the land that he hoeed until it takes a short time.
Do I have to get out of this room and find the man who is hoeing the land or do I stay in this room doing nothing?
Now the voice of the hoeing man has stopped, though I have tried to concentrate on listening.
“Waduuuh new hour 23.50....”.