1000 Days
Chapter 20's

after looking at Sri with her angry gaze, Dela turned to Dini, she did the same thing, Sri was just confused, she had never seen this before, what made this Dela, this one, very different from the Dela that has been, Sri saw.

mbah Tamin, just observe.

after making small talk, Mbah Tamin invited Sri and Dini to enter, inside, Sri could immediately feel that this house, far different from the hut house, the house here, many times larger, was, of course with the thick nuances of the jaw, even so, Sri was horrified to enter it

every room in the house, the magnitude is not maen, many paintings with a thick pattern of Javanese cultural customs that Sri can see directly, but, of all that, there is one painting that attracts Sri, Sri, a familiar painting.

Sri looked closely at the photo.

a woman was posing in a bun, wearing a kebaya, staring straight, she was holding a baby. 

what makes Sri can not shift his attention is, the baby in the painting, has 2 heads.

"Sri, your room is mburi, ayok is unnoticed" (Sri your room is behind, here, I take it) said Mbah Tamin

Sri only realized, Dini was not behind him, somewhere, he followed Tamin's altar, tracing step by step and saw many rooms without doors.

Sri's room was just a small room, with some old furniture, he no longer roomed with Dini, only a window closed by the Curtains, there, Mbah Tamin said.

"nek wes at 12 o'clock, lawang your room ojok lali closed, ojok sampe mok bukak yo, my pesen iku tok"

(if it is 12, the door of your room should not be opened, do not let you open it, remember my message) said Tamin, then he left.

Sri opened the curtains in her window, she could feel, that her existence here, was no different from her existence on the pedestal, somehow, this place was the same, like asking her to reveal what was here.

then it disappeared, with a smile that provoked curiosity.

Sri had locked the door of the room and the window, now, she was lying on an old mattress, each of which she moved making a sound not wearing.

just by staring at the candlelight at the table, Sri felt he was safe, the rest, he was awake, unable to sleep with questions on his mind

time felt so slow, every second beat that Sri imagined felt floating in silence in the room, then, a soft sound was heard,

the voice that made Sri feel not alone anymore, the voice, was heard from outside the room.

"Mbaaak Sriii, mbaaak, iki I Dela"

hearing that, Sri immediately choked, I don't know what it was, the voice seemed to threaten him

"Bak to tilem, niki I Dela mbak, in the open lawange mbak" (The mother is asleep, this is me Dela mbak, in the first open the mbak)

Sri was still silent, she tried to restrain herself, the voice, bothered her

"Mbak Srii, I loh eroh nek until jek melek, in the bukak dggih mbak, krank, not keki'i panuturan" (Mbak Sri, I know you are still awake, opened first the door, later, not keki'i panuturan" (Mbak Sri, I tell you the secret)

sri's feet, beginning to step down, he plowed from his place, however, he was still hesitant

Sri has not answered, she is still silent, letting her be swallowed silent, in desolate villages, until, the silence is mastered.