Virgin Tumbar
Moving To A New Home

Residents shoulder to shoulder hit the fire with wet tree branches. They're trying to shut down the fire

which is getting closer to the road. Afraid of another house not far from here.

They fought hard while asking God for help. Some were already short of breath and chose to retreat, moving away.

Suddenly the sun reappeared, covered in dark clouds. The longer it hangs on the sky.

All exclaimed for rain while moving away from the point of fire.

Resurrection appeared from tired faces, only able to look weakly at the lick of fire more and more spread, and,

from distance.

Patches began to drip on their bodies. Dozens of men stared at the sky, receiving the water falling increasingly dense.

Everything drew a wide smile full of relief, then laughter began to come out from a welcomed one

others.

Rang out to match the sound of the growing rain.

The men, young and old, are dancing happily under the pleasure of the coolness of their hearts and bodies now. I wish there was no fear. No more terror whispers.

***

Three days already, Nilam lives in the neighboring village of Koneng—village. In the recovery time Mak assisted Siti,

who is the youngest brother of Mr. Guruh was painstakingly taking care of him.

The girl's face began to look blushing. He assured Mak to be ready to go home tomorrow to the city.

“Please Juju so follow me long time ago Yilam, Mak.”

“Iya, Mak kasian also saw her worry with you.”

“Mak, really do not want to stay with Nilam?” The full-lipped girl, who likes to wear red-brick lip balm, is back to seduce her mother.

Since yesterday he asked Mak to come and stay with him. Enjoying old age in the city with a perceived salary

enough for both of them to live.

“Mak, dizzy look at the crowd. Good in the village. If Mak is already new you take, yes,” says

Mak Lumpit while pinching Nilam cheek softly.

What to say, the girl accepted the origin of Mak happy. He leaned spoiled on his mother's shoulder. The tension during the

the village three days ago left him a little shocked.

It turns out that in the beloved village, there are still people who lust have mystical powers to the point of sacrificing others.

He returned shuddering. Had it not been for the help of the people, perhaps now only the name Nilam Kumalasari would have been left behind.

In a smile, he imagined the furore of friends at the kost and Korean Lovers group in the mist in his absence. It includes a sense of atmosphere if they are gathering.

Especially in Gi Wa, the K-Food restaurant where he works, there is someone with a sturdy jaw that attracts attention.

The owner of that cold face could make Nilam smile himself. It looks like a Korean drama actor. Cuek and sometimes at will himself, annoying but not dismissing Nilam so like when dealing with him.

“Why smile on your own?” Ms. Siti reprimanded Nilam who sat daydreaming, after lunch she sat alone on the porch of the house.

“Eh, Bu Siti.” Nilam blushed in shame.

The forties woman took a seat not far from Nilam, invited her to chat—share a story about

atmosphere of the capital.

Sementara Mak sedang di belakang, sedangkan Juju tertidur di ruang tengah, depan televisi tabung.

The TV is not on, because the electricity has not yet entered. Only residents can afford to buy a generator machine for lighting at night. They can also enjoy entertainment broadcasts on TV caught parabolic signals.

As he was talking, a motorbike stopped in front of the road.

“Suci?” Nilam welcomed his friend who came down from the bonfire.

Suci hugged him, then shook hands with Bu Siti who accompanied them for a while, then entered.

“Kok can get here?” ask Nilam curious.

“I'm glad you can get out of the village ..” Suci lowered her head, then came back saying, “ fun you can too

congratulations from Ki Arya, Ni.”

Nilam smiled as he touched his hand.

“Thank you, Ci. Tired of coming here.

Suci was silent for a while, reached into the pocket of cloth trousers worn. An ethnic necklace, a stone

small oval criss-crossed dark and light brown color, with a fairly large black round stone pendulum.

“This is for you, Ni. Memories, I'm afraid we'll see you again. That's why I'm here.” Sacred Face

change when you end the sentence.

Nilam received the item while saying thank you. Then he took off the watch on his wrist

his left. The pink-framed mini watch was cupped in the Holy palm.

Saints were a little surprised to look at him for a moment.

“For our memento,” said Nilam while nodding lightly, he forced Saints to accept it.

Not until a quarter of an hour young woman with waist hair was saying goodbye to coming home.

“Loh, really, hurry. Nyari ojeknya first, Ci.” Nilam tried to restrain the Saints who had already descended from

patios.

“Not what. His ojek waited there, kok,” reply Sacred pointed at the end of the road. He half-screamed because he had gone so far.

Nilam stared at his back until invisible, covered a mango tree had a neighbor Bu Siti.

***

The day of the farewell of Tomb and Nilam arrived. They hugged each other in tears, long enough, until the two taxi drivers looked upset waiting.

Nilam and Juju take ojek about twenty minutes from Kampung Koneng to a terminal in the district. They'll take the bus back to the capital.

If you can choose, Nilam wants to always be with the woman who warms his heart. Just, just,

The AC PO bus was carrying a cool breeze from the cooling hole in Nilam's face. The girl sat by the glass.

“Capek, Ni? Just sleep here,” bargain Juju while patting his own shoulder.

“Still want to take a look. Juju just sleep if sleepy,” replied Nilam while throwing a look out

window.

“Bring a break, lo don't mind much.”

Nilam gave a small nod, while looking at Juju who was leaning on the chair soon going to sleep. Facial

the young man she knew looked tired. Nilam knew Juju had less rest a few days ago.

At the same time Juju closed her eyes, her body was still crumbling. It's just now this young man

experiencing such a mystical event.

He was born in Betawi, his real name is Juki Ardiyasa. Nilam and the Korean Lover children’lah who are accustomed

called Juju. They said his face was not Betawi, but Korean actor Kim Bum.

Until he was said to be the incarnation of the drama Boys Before Flowers. Juju is a pretty strong young man

carrying out religious orders. During this time in the neighborhood there has never been a strange disturbance like in the village of Nilam.

It may be true Engkong said first, Juju thought as he closed his eyes.

Where his grandfather always reminded them not to leave worship, so as not to be disturbed by the genie who was in his form

invisible, or exposed to magic people who use demonic powers for self-interest.

If faith is weak it will be easy to enter that power. Worth it, thought Juju again. Nilam has not been all this time

never seen compulsory worship. The beautiful woman who had been close friends with him for a long time had never criticized when he had asked questions.

As usual, responding to religion written on his ID card, maybe because of habits since

small and environmental. Juju has seen Mak Lumpit and people around like they have no religious rules. Life is based only on the beliefs of hereditary ancestors. The official religion recorded in the population sign may be as a formality only.

However, Juju is grateful that Nilam can survive out of the village. The clean-faced young man wished he could

back to herding Nilam so much better after returning to Jakarta. He felt responsible for the girl.

Juju fell asleep, drifting with thousands of thoughts in her mind.

Nilam still enjoys the panorama as far as the eye can see. Until long the eyes dimmed, sleepy.

At the same time, he accidentally saw the baby's head peeking at him from the front bench.

The baby without hair looked at him. Once stiffened for a moment, Nilam immediately switched his eyes,

look at Juju who is gaping asleep. Without a second thought Nilam grabbed the jacket, covered his face to fall asleep as well.

At first glance, he heard the voice of a mother in front of him, fondling the child to calm down.

The cold weather long made Nilam sleepy, until more and more unstoppable. Several times his head

drooping to the side. He woke up, held his head up, then fell asleep again. Until it fell silent on Juju's shoulders.

Their heads touch each other.

The deeper the lips, the more open. A fine snore slipped from his vocal cords, slightly

vibrates.

Nilam felt flying into dreamland. There was a cold hand holding his fingers, taking him to a

place of. Nilam felt very interested in coming along, but the other side of his soul rebelled.

It felt as though the cold hand had crept up to his hip, as the stranger pulled him into a hug. Nilam's body began to shiver. He felt his body floating, only to realize that they were dancing in the air. Fly.

Seconds later Nilam jerks awake! He cupped his face, rubbed it a few times. Eliminates

because the dream was almost the same as his dream in the village.

Patchouli fixed the position, leaning his head on the back of the soft foam chair, closed his eyes while regulating the rapid beating breath. For a moment he was stunned, feeling that something was touching his cheek.

The hair and a cold breath felt only a few inches on his right cheek. It feels like in the temple

lips of a ... mustache?!

“WHUUAAAAA!!”

Nilam opened his eyes while shouting. He jumped up on the chair, his head throbbing because

stumbling hard on the roof of the bus.

All the passengers were shocked to hear Nilam's screams and actions. Juju's red eyes opened, quickly looking towards Nilam. Even with the baby in the front seat, the wet mouth stopped breastfeeding his mother.

Then the strong cry of the baby came out instantly, while thrashing pointing towards the back, at Nilam.

The atmosphere inside the bus became boisterous, all standing from their seats about to see what was happening.

“Down,” says Juju while pulling Nilam's hand.

The girl sat back with a guilty look. However, the cry of the baby girl in front grew even more slashing, looking

towards him from the back of the chair, more difficult to calm by his mother.

Stemmed burrows flow from the baby's mouth that continues to gap wide. His face was red, the baby's body was bathed in sweat. His mother and some people panicked to help calm him down.

Someone approached, asking Nilam to move. Everyone could see that the boy was scared

saw it.

After looking at each other with Juju, and the young man gave a small nod in support of Nilam's move

backwards.

Nilam stepped up feeling slowed down, seeing the strange look of all eyes on him. He became very nervous, trying to calm himself by squeezing a pendulum of Holy gift necklace

which dangled to his chest.

Is there anything weird? Why are they looking at me so ...? nilam's mind was full of questions.

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