SAWMILL
96. THEY ARE INDEED DANGEROUS
“This is definitely where they sell mas” howl
“Warung sellers solar kayak gini usually sell Solar dioplos also mbak, in the path outside the city many also sell like this”
“But I'm sure mbak , these gini stalls are their subscription”
“Where, we follow them or we to stay at home sir Solikin mbak?”
“Follow them first mas.. Tina want to know also whether they will also come to the other sawmill also”.
“Ok mbak... we can still follow them kok, that their motor lights are still visible from a distance”
I run Tina's motorbike after a moment we are in front of the shop where they had stopped.
Seen in the distance the rear lights of the motor are noisy, but until now I have not been able to see who is on the bike.
According to my estimation, it was just Mr. Wito and Yetno, but who knows not Wito or Yetno, maybe it could have been someone else who used the same motorbike.
I have to focus on the road, because the road here is now more and more holes, let alone the motor that we aiki is deliberately turning off the lights.
“Mas..the road here is more and more kayak djembooth and many holes.be careful yes mas”
“Iya mbak, please mbak Tina focus on the motor in front, I focus on this road”
“Mas, after this we will pass through the sengon forest again, well on the right side of the road there is also a sawmill, just that it is not in the forest like the one that lives it”
“Iya mbak, I'm sure they will be there also”
A few minutes later it was true, the rear lights of the motor that was a bit far in front of us were crossing the road, heading towards the right of the road.
“Mas... how about this, we go there or keep the road straight?”
“It is better to stop first mbak, but stop not too far from their position”
“Tina are afraid of mas, do not get near them.. They are like a mas” solar beseech syndicate.
“Tina, I also feel that way, they were most likely intermediaries or stolen solar collectors, and sold them to roadside stalls”
“Only until this moment we do not know who they are mbak, we know they are Yetno and Mr. Wito from their conversation just”
“Iya mas..”
“Gini only mbak, I think for now we suffice it...it is better we go to the house of Mr. Solikin only mbak”.
“Tomorrow afternoon I want to go there mbak, I want to see who the manager and owner of the sawmill house is”
Once I feel enough because there is nothing more to see and I think the danger element is increasing, then I just finish and go back to Mr. Solikin's house.
Kupacu motor is rather tight with normal light flame, so that the hollow road can be seen clearly.
This rural alternative path is indeed very quiet and always makes goosebumps.
How not, from earlier we have passed two large graves and those on the side of the road.
It is said that around the cemetery there are often sightings of white-clad monstrous creatures that always greet road users at night.
But luckily me and Tina did not see their presence at all…
We have now turned to the right over the haunted bridge that is said to have been used by the colonizers to slit the necks of the natives before their bodies were thrown into the river.
After passing through the iron bridge which is also said to be haunted we pass through rice fields that are no less quiet with the road we just passed.
“Mas.. if we have arrived at the rice fields gini it feels very relieved..”.
“From earlier it was Tina frightened mas, when we passed two graves and also the iron bridge it”
“Hehehe yes mbak, I also feel the same way, but want how else, we are forced to pass the path right, because the path is the only way to the place we are headed”
After the rice fields were pitch black, then we began to enter a somewhat rubbed, korea at this time electricity has not entered the village.
The village was located after we passed through the hardwood forest on our left and right sides.
Because the village was probably surrounded by a forest of hardwood and sengon wood, so the power pole has not been installed here.
It was past 21:00 so the village itself seemed quiet.
“We go directly to the house of Mr. Solikin only yes mbak, but this hour is not papa ndak to visit the house of people right mbak?”
“Hehehe ya ndak papa mas, but yes forced, because usually the villagers at this hour it is already on the established turu mas”
I just went straight to Solikin's house which is located a bit behind the village….
The location of Mr. Solikin's house is indeed behind the village, closer to the river that is beside this village.
After a few turns, after passing through the grocery store owned by Tugiyem that had closed, we finally arrived in front of Solikin's house.
I turned off the motor. Now there is no more engine sound than the sound of some crickets that are somewhere hidden.
“Assalamualaikum.. pak Solikin..... Assalamualaikum sir....”.
“Mas, we better go to his home page and knock on the door of Mr. Solikin's house, because if mas Agus yells from outside here, it will definitely not be heard from inside”
It's true what Tina said…
I opened a short, unlocked turnstile, then Tina and I walked into Mr. Solikin's dark courtyard
“Assalamualaikum.. pak Solikin..... Assalamualaikum sir....”.
“Waalaikumsalam..who yes who is outside” voice word women”.
“Sorry.. I Agus bu, a friend of Mr. Solikin”.
After I knocked on Mr. Solikin's house door with a greeting..
“Oh sir Agus, what are these nights to the house sir?”
“I want to meet with mr Solikin bu...eh can I meet with him?”
“Wah fortunately Pak Agus here, because you are preparing to go fishing”
“Let's go in first... you know who this is Mr Agus?”
“This Tina...my friend bu”.
“Oh women to, I think men sir hehehe, let's go in first, will I call mr”
Mr. Solikin's wife went into the inside of the house which was only separated with a mosquito net that had been somehow years not exposed to water and detergent.
Tina and I entered, and then Solikin's wife closed the door to her house.
But before that he told us to park our bike inside the yard.
With the reason it is not good to see the neighbors, because the gini nights even receive guests.
A moment later Mr. Solikin appeared from the inside with a smiling mouth, as if he would know that I came here for a problem that Mr. Solikin already knew the answer to.
“Wah there pak Agus.. and who is this. I do not know”.
“I Tina sir, mas friend Agus hehehehe.
“Oh Tina wartel owner where Wandi usually calls it huh?”
“Betul pak Solikin, mbak Tina this helps me a lot in terms of...eehh... in terms of....”.
“In terms of discussion about the missing solar is right Agus hehehe”
“Eh yes mr. Solikin, I helped by borrowing a motorbike for riwa-riwi and also to the hospital when my chest hurt it”
“Hehehe yes sir. I understand.. I also know Mr. Agus is not coming home, but is trying to find out what really happened in the sawmill house is kan”.
“Iya sir... uh I was curious about Burhan and others pak”
“Ya already Mr Agus, now that Mr Agus already knows what?”
I told Mr. Solikin about my observation last night, about Mr. Wandi who came with Mamad, anyway I told all.
Including the one we just followed the bike that was walking towards the other sawmill as well.
“So sir Agus has come this far yes.”
“Dan has dared to go to danger by going to repeat criminals who have been imprisoned from murder and theft of diesel before”
“And unfortunately what mas Agus heard by the nickname they mentioned was not all true”
“What do you mean by not everything is true sir?”