SAWMILL
08.INFO FROM CHICKEN NOODLE SELLER
“Whose name is mas, my name is Samsol Subarkah, but call me Samsol just mas” said the chicken noodle seller
“I Agusta mas, call Agus” I replied
“Piye mas was from his wartel mbak Tina, opo sampean not offered to stop by the tea first there hehe”
It turns out that Samsol mas also know that Tina mbak was offered tea, meaning that it could be that anyone who went there was always offered tea, whether he sold soft drinks huh hihihi.
“So I was offered to stop by mas, invited to enter his house for tea, lha but I am afraid mas, wis did not refuse ae invitation to tea mimic jeh, than raided residents here hehehe”
“Sampeyan nek offered to stop by, ndak papa just stop by mas, pity mbak Tina, her husband so TKI but ndak return home, while his son mbake mas, mbake mas, saile Tina iku rodok kedanan equally men”
Ealah tibake he is jablay, until that crazy, but also pity if a woman to be far from her child because she is considered insane.
Samsol sat in a small chair in front of his wagon after he served me a large serving of chicken noodles. Mumpung quiet state, I can ask about Mr. Wandi who turned out to be at home long ago at home mbak Agustina.
“Sample where it came from Agus”
“I'm from suburban area M mas, I'm a neighbor sir Wandi”
“Oalah is still one village with Mr. Wandi, mangane until offered to keep the sawmills. Eh but until papa is there?” samsol's face changed a little when he said it wasn't the papa
“Meanwhile piye mas Samsol?”
“At the saw house.there until papa right?” samsol asked more seriously
“No problem mas. Thank God it's safe, I've only been there a day. What's there in Samsol?”
“Alhamdulillah nek aman mas, there is nothing mas Agus, anyway not to let your guard down if there”
“Thank you for the attention of Samsol. Oh yes, about Mr Wandi, does he have a relationship with Tina mas?” ask me to change the conversation
“Hihihih. But promise do not leak with Mr. Wandi or his family you know mas heheheh. Mr. Wandi there is an affair with mbak Tina mas hehehe”
“Ah mosok seeee!, earlier I said that nek pak Wandi was diligent worship, let alone batuke there is black-black mas, mosok se deke there play the same mbak Tina mas”
“Yo mbuh se mas, which I know Mr. Wandi's wife arrived here without Mr. Wandi's knowledge, then his wife hit Tina hihihihih” mbak
“Lhoooo mosok sampek ngono mas!” I stopped eating because I was shocked by Samsol's story
“Kandani kok not percoyo sampean iki mas. Bojone Pak Wandi was here when that day mas, to my noodle shop this for dinner all ask the address of Tina mbak. I have no bad thoughts, yes do not tell me where the address mbak Tina heheheh”
“Lha kok ndak a long time later the villagers on run to the house mbak Tina, because the wife of Pak Wandi ngamuk-ngamuk there mas heheheh” continued mas Samsol
“Jangkreeek! Hahaha, Mr. Wandi then quit this job and he told me to replace mas heheh, maybe so that Mr. Wandi's secret is safe there
“Yo that's mas, lha this sampeyan is married or not mas”
“I have not married mas, I accept this work for the provision of marriage mas heheheheh, lha wong my girlfriend wis ngebet ngajak ngajak mas marriage, while I do not nyekel money at all” answered me
“Eh mas Samsol, I did not return first yes, because it is almost nine mas, I was afraid if I had to pass through the forest there it”
“Better until do not go back first mas, eh nganu better to stay here first, in my house there is one room that can until mas”
“Memange kenopo to mas, how can I not go home first?” ask me for wonder
“Soale no one has ever dared to go through the forest at this hour, let alone alone, so it is better to stay here first. Tomorrow after dawn you can go back there” said Samsol
“Hopefully I can get home safely mas. Soale ndak yang same Mamad, he must be waiting for me mas. Anyway I have to come here again tomorrow to take the money at the village bank here”
“Ya wis if mas Agus force, but until you have to be careful, do not turn to anyone who calls mas Agus, especially in the middle of the forest if there is no wrong tomb that is not visible, no, people say here you know, I myself have never seen sih”
After cleaning everything up, I set off from the chicken noodle shop to the sawmill house. The motor runs slowly while not forgetting to always recite in my heart, anyway during the journey I do not stop remembering God.
The motor began to enter the dark forest, as if there was no light at all, not even moonlight freely entered around this forest, because the leaves of the tree are very thick.
This forest is a forest with mixed trees, but most are mahogany trees, while for sengon trees used for pallets it is taken not from this forest.
The motor began to run slowly in the forest, the boundary between the forest and the village was very clear, until somewhere suddenly my feelings became bad, I felt something was not right here, I felt something was wrong, it's just that up until this moment I couldn't digest what wasn't supposed to be.
The motor with a light lamp that is not so bright continues to run slowly because the road here is very ugly, so I have to find a path that is not rocky and sometimes there are holes covered in leaves.
When I was serious about the road suddenly slowly I smelled the smell of flowers, the smell of very thin, but fragrant, I did not know what the smell of flowers, anyway smell fragrant but thin. The smell was thin but it was constantly in my nose.
The atmosphere of the forest that had been quiet and pitch dark was now increasingly gripping with a thin fragrant smell that remained smelled in my nose. Especially supported by bad thoughts that began to approach me.
Kutepis all bad thoughts and horror that had come to otaku, because the human mind was sometimes influenced by the surrounding environment, as I was experiencing this.
Even though the bad thoughts I managed to get rid of but I felt that something was strange, I felt that something was not right with me, something was following me.
But in this situation I did not dare to look back, I better speed up the speed of the motor I use, But the old motorcycle base, he did not even want to run fast.
Motor lights sway in accordance with the steering wheel of the motor in turn turn to avoid a lot of holes and cages covered with dry leaves.
This old motor is getting me gas to get faster, but still do not want the speed, even the loud sound of the engine until the end……..
“Jangkreek machine off!, what should I do iki krek.jangkreeek!” I grumbled as I looked in front of me who was pitch black.
I was alone in the dark of the jungle with no light at all, I looked at all sides but there was only darkness, nothing that produced light here.
I tried many times to install this motorbike, but still this motorbike has no signs of going on, shake the motor tank, premium liquid in the motor tank is still heard!
There's nothing I can do but lead this old bike while enduring the overwhelming fear of what? because it's dark in front of me, and I don't have my flashlight.
“Jangkrek, there are still many gasoline motors!. I am in the middle of a dark forest. What is this in the middle of the forest that Samsol said there is an invisible tomb that” muttered me as I led this old motorcycle