Abandoned House (True Story)
True Story - I'm back Part 1

Saturdays. At 13:00 WIB.

I, who was in my residence located in Cilebut, got word from Yudi who asked me to return to Bogor immediately. To monitor the construction activities of the Lodge house.

I feel my condition is very good. Remembering, three weeks ago I was helplessly sprawled by the Fire Smallpox disease that spread to the Throat Field, and the Chronic Maag, making my Physique very weak.

Not separated from the responsibility, hearing I fell ill, Yudi then sent a sum of money and asked me to immediately undergo treatment—hospital— in a well-known hospital. To this day my condition has completely recovered.

All of that of course makes me feel bad, if I refuse the task he was given. To this day I have decided to continue my work.

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In the middle of not so friendly weather. Public transport slowly pulled over, ushering me in front of Gg. Chainlet.

The surrounding conditions appear still wet, with puddles filling the road holes. The breeze brought with it the cold air that hit my skin. It's like this pink jacket I'm wearing has no use holding it back.

I don't think it's new, because Bogor is quite famous as the 'Rain City' Just like this afternoon which was just drenched in heavy rain. There are still some people who are busy cleaning the front floor from the puddle. There are even some people who walk with their pants rolled up on the heels, while carrying an umbrella passing around Gg. Chainlet.

I took shelter from the fine rain that still fell on the grocery store right at the entrance of Gg. Chainlet.

Seeing the weather conditions and the waterlogged road, makes me reluctant to continue the journey on foot. Although there are some motorcycle taxi drivers who wave at me, but usually they set a fairly expensive price, especially if the weather is like this.

I sighed, looked up at the sky, and I thought this kind of rain would not subside in a short time. Impatiently waiting, I opened the zipper on the sling bag and took my phone.

"City ... A rif?"

"Nait ... Where are you, Den??

"... I was at Gg. Chain, nih ... Can you pick it up?" I said, with a cell phone perched on the earlobe.

"Viaapp ... I'm leaving now." The call ended.

About 15 minutes I waited after our call ended, and finally saw from a distance Arif using a motorcycle, down a pretty muddy road.

"Where is it, boss?" exclaims Arif, while welcoming my hands with excitement.

"healthy! New motor, tuh! ... More dashing you Rif," I reply, he looks neat using black Jeans pants, and a gray sweater, complete with a watch. Even though the shoes are white, the green looks dirty and wet.

"Okay, this old bike! ... Uh it's gone up. Drizzle, here. Later to enter the hospital again," said Arif, making me smile and then ride on his vehicle.

"Some family healthy, Den?" ask Arif, start driving the bike.

"Healthy Rif, I only do that got smallpox ...."

"Well, it's healing now, right?"

"The boy's girlfriend is healed, just a rather wayward Maag."

"It's usually easy to get sick, Den. Thank goodness the family is all healthy."

"Eh, how's that Lodge?" I argue, change the conversation.

"Yes, that's it, Den ... It's a little complicated."

"Ribetan?"

"Workers always ask to go home, no weeks have fallen one by one."

My eyes go around when I hear her say, "Kok, can you? So what's the work now, Rif?"

"There are, three people left. He had eight men on his team, but five had gone home."

"Heyyaah ... Hamshong."

"Dizziness cave too. Which three of these have asked to go home, but are still being held back."

"What's the reason, si, Rif?"

"I'm not sure why. Wife lahiran, lah! Sodara died, Iah! Not a few reasons also do not feel at home in that house."

"Emang bang Yudi, not careful people who want to enter work first? Then if the current one asks to go home too, the longer it will be home."

"Dizziness, right? Now only Bang Yudi again find people, but can't."

Our conversation came to a halt as the bike slowly pulled over. Seemed around the house Arif so quiet, maybe because the unfriendly weather makes them reluctant to leave the house.

The clattering sound accompanied by the jolt of the key, turned my gaze on the door leaf next to Arif's house.

I grumbled, smiling manfully, as Mang Usman opened half his door, and looked up from the doorway.

"Yeuuhhh, noisy Pantes ... It turns out there is, si, Cuprut ..." joked mang Usman, ending with a happy laugh.

"Mang Sickness ... With Fire Smallpox," I said, went up to him, then kissed his arm.

Hearing that, the joyful look of Usman turned to pity, "Yes, Allah .. disease, mah, can not be predicted, Den. So take good care of the condition." I nodded with a deep smile, though,

"this too, nih ... Si, Gorif, stay up the same Dede¹. Belom has a disease ... The plague of the widow's mabok!" added Usman mang, a little mocking to make Arif jerked and laugh amusedly. (¹ Dede, is a call for Ardan.)

"Okay, Mang ... Want to stay up at the house The mass plant does not exist, so weh here stay up," replied Arif, rubbing his head.

"Gelo si eta, mah¹—" mang Usman yelled at my delicate shoulder, "Try shadowin sama Deni ... Four o'clock at dawn still on the Karambol play!! Meuni hayang drilled aing² tea," explained Usman mang, as if venting but making me amused carried by the body gelagat.

(¹Crazy that mah 'Arif')

(²Until you want nyiram Mamang)

"Ow ... Mang ... Forgiveness ... hampura¹," commented Arif, as he cried out.

(¹ Sorry)

Kfreeekkk ...

"Yes, Deni has arrived." I turned my head quickly when I heard the voice of Uwa Titi who had just opened the door of her house, "the curtain of the voice of Dede ... Apparently, Deni."

"Yes, Wa, just got there," I said, politely kissing her hand.

"Get in, no rain? Ref ... Make coffee, or."

"Weh ... Let's make it yourself, Mah ...."

"Will you be at home, Den?" sambar mang Usman, still full of excitement.

"Yes Mang, it's easy in front of him," I replied, a little hesitant.

"Yeah ... Want inside also nothing Den, again no one, Bi Ida again go," said Mang Usman, then hold my shoulder to come with him.

"Yes, if you want to be at the house of Mamang. let Uwa who ready to eat," said Uwa Titi.

"Yes, Wa, don't bother," I replied in a low tone.

"Ikut atuh Mang ... Just play," cried Arif, following with a quick step.

"No ... Mamang mah wants to be the same, si, Deni ... Bosen maneh wae, Rif," taunted Usman, laughing and bringing me into his house.

"Relieve! This one," replied Arif.

"Sok .. sat Deni, Mamang want to make coffee." Mang Usman invited me to sit down, He then headed for the kitchen.

"Duh, so ngerepotin, Mang."

"Just like everybody else, Den!"

"Emang Bi Ida where, Mang," I asked, then leaned on a brownish-black sofa.

"Bi Ida went to her sister's house, Den. New birth," replied Mang Usman, with two cups of hot coffee.

"Well, how is this, yeah ... Lodge House?" asked Arif, after looking at the screen of his phone. His face was in doubt.

"This, si, Babang. Confused about finding workers where else. Three people who were there also asked to be repatriated," continued Arif.

"Uwa Titi is also the same story Mamang, so yesterday sought after lebak people ... Hopefully someone will," replied Mang Usman, bending over his back slowly sitting down.

"So curious, why not at home," he said, pulling his head, glancing at Arif and Usman mang, "When they are good, eat dapet, coffee is there, cigarettes are provided."

"Difficult Den ... Yudi yelled at people from Serang, maybe not at home the same atmosphere here," Mang Usman replied, shaking his head slightly cynically.

"It could be, Mang—" I turned my head towards Arif, "Oi ... What time do you want to go to the Lodge?"

"Hurried very, really ... Abisin was coffee. Just now that the Lodge," sergeant Mang Usman, suppress the atmosphere that began to feel serious. He doesn't want us to get out of here fast.

After that we only had a joking conversation, there was no important conversation other than talking about 'Women' and the atmosphere of Arif with his friend when I was not here. We even forget, if the time is falling.

Arif looked at the screen of his phone, and was aghast to get up.

"Waduh! .... It's seven— hours" He became so panicked, "Mang Arif want to get ready first, deh."

"Silent atuh, Rif ... Like a beard fire,"

"Or yourself what kind of lodge road, Mang!"

"Basic coward ... Yeah, be careful! If there's anything call Mamang Rif, Den," replied Usman.

"Ready, Mang," Arif replied, then walked out.

"False, Mang. Coffee, Deni excuse me ...." I also went to Arif's house, to prepare for all our needs.

"Russia ... Wait!" My steps choked and turned quickly towards the Usman mang.

I was silent, waiting for Usman to speak. However, just about to say the word, Mang Usman cut it.

"Not so, Den ... Mmm ... Yes, the point is be careful there, Den. don't get too carried away," he closed, patting my right shoulder gently. "Among other grandchildren. Only Deni is noticed."

I cringed when I heard the last sentence. I don't know what Usman's words mean, but they sound good to me, "Please, Mang ...."

"No ... That's what it is."

I sighed, "OK, ready, Mang ... Excuse me, please." I continued my steps to catch up with Arif.

Arriving at Arif's house, we immediately prepared all the needs for overnight stay at the Lodge house. I had a little chat with the Arif family, looking for the best solution for the workers at the Lodge. But we haven't got a bright spot for that. Nevertheless, I've bagged a plan, hopefully it can help.

After all we packed up, Arif and I immediately rushed to the Lodge house, considering that the rain had subsided a little, we did not want to waste any more time.

The night is getting late, bringing a whirring wind that increasingly feels very cold. Under the not-so-great raindrop, we drove in two-wheeled vehicles.

"Definitely! The lodge road is getting dreary, where abis ujan again, Den!"

"It's easy, Rif. Slippery must be the way there," I replied, looking up at my chest to feel the air getting colder.

How many minutes we passed over the highway, now the motor slowly turns in on a Gg that has a 'Loji' pelang'.

Instantly the atmosphere changed drastically, as we walked down the dirt road that was squeezed by wild trees. Our vehicles were slowing down, blocked by the thick fog that covered the entire road.

Arif clucked lazily, and complained, "Oh ... This is the way it isn't, anyway!" Occasionally he uses dim lights, when the fog feels thicker.

"Slow down, Rif! Than our somersaults!" in short, I was a little anxious with the way Arif was driving a little awkward.

"Brought speeding, yes slippery. I'll take it slow, serem!" He said, he was constantly complaining.

Maybe it's good if I dilute the atmosphere, "Ciiiee, who's kind of a girl," my lips, slightly mocked, spoke near her earlobe.

Arif was a little surprised, "Know where you are."

"People Ciomas, right?" nadaku, a little bothering him.

"Ardan sure!" muttered Arif, "yes, the Ciomas. Not far from my old school" added Arif. He is an alumni of SMP PGRI 3. At that time Arif was not a college with me, but after graduating Junior High then we continued school together in Bandung.

"If not far away means one school, Rif?"

"The same school, me."

"CLBK means? Find Old Buy Kaga! His-ha-ha-ha," I chanted, making Arif hold back his laughter.

"Yes, Gini-gini ... I got a funny carita about, si, Ardan, kemar—"

In the middle of a conversation that almost calmed us down, suddenly my stomach felt very sore uncontrollably, my intestines like pierced by a very sharp knife. Withstand the tremendous pain to make this focus fade with what Arif is talking about.

"Oe! Den? No, no, si! Sleep you, yeah!"

"Nait ... It's-it's Rif, continues?"

"Oh, ah! ... Keep what! Kang parked!"

"Sorry, again read SMS Rif."

The conversation came to a halt, as we crossed a curve that provoked my curiosity to turn. The quiet atmosphere was covered in fine mist, adding a mystical impression to an old building that stood not far from the shoulder of the road.

My feathers simultaneously stood up when I remembered the strange events I often experienced, the last time I was at the Lodge house. Plus the story of Mahyong, makes me understand the dark events experienced by the owner of the house in the past.

"Russia ... Already from earlier, I'm talking dicuekin." I was shocked when Arif hit my left thigh with his fingers.

"L-yes, why Rif." I'm nervous.

"Minding, me!" said Arif, rubbing the nape of his neck.

"Just walk, don't think macems," I said flatly.

My feeling is heavy to continue this journey. I don't know what we'll find out up ahead. Even though my mind said that there would be bad things, we had to keep going until we reached our destination.

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