SAWMILL
75. AT SOLIKIN'S HOUSE
I saw my digital watch with lights…
“Aah turned out to be still at 19.15, if I push this motor home..
I guided the motor slowly, because around me there was no light at all, it was pitch black without moonlight.
Maybe if the tree house is not too lush, the moonlight can still penetrate, but in the middle of this forest the moonlight cannot penetrate at all.
The old motorbike that has been meritorious to take me to Tina's house may really be tired, already tired because almost every day have to walk from the sawmill to the village.
Five minutes I've guided an old motorcycle that I tried several times to stabilize but still did not want to turn on.
I continued to follow the road makadam, my distance of view can only see two meters in front, it was only a shadow.
“Hmm kok smell of flowers yes... shoot.uhh...”
“Bau this flower as I experienced a while ago...”.
“Yes Allah.do not show your servant these terrible things Allah..”.
I kept walking until I met the thickets, where I hid from the black-clothed people who were the way to the unseen grave.
But luckily until I passed through the bush there was no sighting, only a fragrant smell was still following my nose.
Up to a few meters in front of the fragrance continued to follow me, it felt like I was being controlled by a team of flowers. But this is frangipani troops.
Keep going and keep me going until I see something in front of my left….
“Aduuuuh who else is Jangkreeek...!”
“Why always see things don't make sense here sih”
Slowly I got closer to something that seemed to be sitting or squatting.
When it gets closer….
“C*k tibake just bush\, good thing earlier ndak not throw my motor c*k!”
Duh cringe also yes if our fear affects the mind, the bushes can look like something that is squatting.
But this fragrant smell never goes from the sense of smell.The smell of frangipani flowers that sometimes turn into jasmine flowers is constantly terrorizing my nose.
Ah good thing in the distance I can see the petromax light coming from the living room of the saw house.
“I have to hide this motor now only...”.
Frankly I'm confused to hide this bike where because there are only bushes here.
The forest is behind me…
But luckily on the left there is a fairly shady bush, so I can just put the bike there.
“Nah.. Mbah, wait here first yes, I want to go to the house of Mr. Solikin first mbah”
“It is safe to mbah hehehe, most also later mbah accompanied by mbak kunti hihihi”
I'm letting this old motorbike I'm calling you here while I'm going to Solikin's house.
But before going to Solikin's house, I was curious about the sawmills….
Now I walk slowly land approaching the front fence of the house..
“Homepage no Burhan, maybe he is inside the house, because petromak lamp brightly flash”
“Better I head to the village next door just now, in order to return faster..”.
I pusukuri the riverside path with no fear at all, not knowing why I really do not feel scared at all.
Tonight the weather is colder than usual, well quite also it feels cool kayak in the mountains.
I walked a little fast until I was in front of the wooden bridge that connected the village with the sawmills.
I crossed the river without any fear at all.
After a few dozen minutes of walking with a little running, I finally arrived in front of Mr. Solikin's house
“Assalamualaikum. kulonuwun..
“Waalaikum greetings..” shouted a voice I know as the voice of Mr. Solikin.
The door of the house was open, the light of petromak lights inside the house made the situation outside even brighter.
“Lho no sir Agus..”.
“What are the nights here pak” asked Mr. Solkin astonished
“Come in. login sir, chat inside only...”.
Solikin looked to the left before letting me in…
He's probably suspicious when I come with Burhan.
“I'm sorry sir, I'm here because in my brain a lot of things I want to ask”
“Hmm please Mr. Agus, if there is a problem that I know, I will definitely answer the question mr”
“Look sir,... a few days ago around midnight.. Sir Solikin what came to the sawmill house?”
“Hehehe..make me there night-night Mr. Agus, what use am I midnight it is in the sawmill house?”
“Better I fishing alone, than the nights come to the house hehehe”
“And indeed last night or past midnight I was with my friend fishing around sana”
“My usual place fishing it in past sawmill house”
“If Mr. Agus does not believe can ask my friend Ahmad who at that time was afraid when there was near the latrine next to the banyan” tree
“Kata pak Ahmad he had heard genderuwo shitting with a very loud fart sound and nggilani”
“I told him .. at most it was Mr. Agus or Burhan who was depositing the nights”
“I have been fishing a dozen years on the edge of times in the forest, but there has never been anything strange like that Mr. Agus hehehe”
Hmm means indeed Mr. Solikin with his friend who passed in front of the latrine the nights….
Jangkrek!. because of them I did not have time to laugh c*k….
Because they syilitku sampek garing dewe asyuuu tenan kok c*k.
I definitely won't tell you that I was in the browser that night!
“The story is gini sir…. “
“That night when I wanted to go to the bathroom , suddenly in the living room there was Mr. Solikin, and you had to say hello to me also pak”
“To be frank I was surprised, but because my bladder feels will be broken because it holds the weight of urine, then I prioritize the bathroom first pak”
“After coming from the bathroom, I returned to the living room, Solikin sir is no”
“Hahaha... cook me as a ghost Mr. Agus...”.
“Such things of course it is of course the person who wants to work Pak Agus”
“And that person tried to slander me, as if I was the one who made it difficult and would harm Mr. Agus there”
“For as if I am hostile to Mr. Agus, and after that Mr. Agus hates me”
“There are indeed people who do not like me mr Solikin?”
“Hahaha that person does not dislike Mr. Agus, but they do not like me”
“While this Pak Agus will only be used as a victim or their scapegoat hehehe”
“What do you mean by Solikin?”
“Pak Agus should not be here....!”.
“Pak Agus is here because Purwandi does not want anyone he does not know who works here”
“But because of the presence of Pak Agus here then make their work hampered”
“Purwandi should stay here, just because he has problems with his family, so he was forced to quit this job hehehe”
“This story will be complicated sir..”.
“But sorry sir, I can not tell Mr. Agus, because I just knew Mr. Agus a few days ago just”
“And I cannot trust Mr. Agus yet, so please excuse pak”
What else is this, what is this story about, what is it about me in that house.
Then what was done by Mr. Wandi before in that house.
And what do they mean is Burhan, Mr Wandi and Mamad?
“Waduh sir Solikin.. I increasingly do not understand what you say”.
“Look it sir Agus, it's good sir Agus asked the big boss..is it not wrong he sent Burhan here?”.
“Lhoo just this afternoon I called the big boss sir...”
“He instead said I was told to be good with Burhan, because Burhan it is a reliable wood Grader”
“Bos said also if Burhan used to work in a wood factory in the area pdn, then invited to work in this sawmill with a large salary”
“Boss big boasting Burhan pak”
Mr. Solikin's face was suddenly confused after I told him what the big boss said this afternoon.
Mr. Solikin was silent for a moment, he seemed to be thinking…