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Satya was buried smoothly this afternoon. The guests who came were already starting to quiet. All that was left was the sobs of his family there.

"Let's go home Mbah, Darto wants to ask something the same Si Mbah," I told Si Mbah Turahmin who was still smoking in the living room of Satya's residence.

"Let's Dar, we say goodbye to Satya's parents" he replied, then we hurried to say goodbye and walked home afterwards.

"This is Mbah to drink" I said as I thrust out a large glass of bitter tea upon reaching our house.

"What's the matter Dar? Since you've been daydreaming a lot at Satya's house, you're still not sincere?" tanya Si Mbah opened the conversation.

"Darto confused Mbah, Darto met Si Mbah, and Darto also remembered all the memories of Darto the same Mr. There are even memories of Si Mbah who suddenly came," I answered continued to start the ritual of rolling the flagship cigarette.

"What do you mean Dar? which friend of the Mbah?" His face was astonished, but still turned on the remaining half of the twisting stem in his hand.

"Friends of the Mbah who wear all white clothes, fitting we bury Dining."

Hearing my answer, Si Mah immediately gasped. He was shocked to cough, because he choked on the whirring smoke that was so stinging in his throat.

"Uhuk! Uhuk! Kam huk! Li uhuk's! Huk! Uhh huh!"

he coughed and then stopped talking to take a breath.

"It's a drink first, Mbah," I thrust the tea I brought closer to his face.

"You see where Dar is? Did Kakung say something to you?" Sergey Si Mbah after the cough disappeared as quickly as the drug reaction in the ad.

"Anu Mbah, you mean Kakung?" I said back to my seat after putting out his tea.

"Yes, He is Sewan Kakung (Male grandfather) aka his Father Your Mother. He used to come here every year to visit your mother. Even after your mother died, she still used to come here to see her grandson who had the name Darto."

"Huh.?!" My face was confused.

"Yes Dar, when you were little you were often carried with Him, even so much like Him you do not want to be dropped from the sling, if you have not yet brushed. The Mbah seneng if you start to remember your little memories. Although Sewba hopes there are some parts that you still miss.." the words of Sewba stopped when there was a knock from behind the door that greeted in the middle of our conversation.

"Come in, not in the key!"

"Assalamu'alaikum! Darto, Tumina!" Said the guest after opening the door and saw us sitting together.

"Even, since when did my name become Tumin, Mat.. Mat!" answer the call to the man. His name is Ahmad Sawaji, commonly called Pak Kyai or Gus Amat. The owner of Pondok Pesantren which is far from this village.

As Si Mbah Turahmin describes. Gus Mat is the father of my mother, while Si Mbah and Kakung have been friends for a long time. They met when Si Mbah was a child and sent to the boarding school owned by his father Kakung aka my great-grandfather. The two of them were immediately familiar after meeting, maybe because at that time the same age as Si Mbah was only a kakung.

So familiar, they even make silly plans to be a family by matching their children if they are married, and have children of course. Miraculously Ki Turah aka Sewahan can be a mate and have a son only a year earlier. Compared to Gus Amat aka Kakung who got a wife and daughter in the following year. As a result, they actually married their son. From their matchmaking, I was born who was telling this long story.

The new tea in the zinc glass back I serve. Now we sit three facing each other, in the living room.

"Dar, you're coming with Kakung, huh?" asked the brother to me, immediately made the face of the Mbah so lethargic.

"You really want to bring Darto Mat? He's the only treasure I have Mat" lamented Sumpah.

"So you'd rather your treasure be lost Min? Rather than borrowing a little to polish it to make it better?" asked Kakung to Simbah who was sad to make Sewah's face bowed.

"But Mat, we used to agree that Darto would be sent there when he was 20 years old" nego Si Mbah.

"It's not safe anymore, Min! We don't have much time. We've lost a lot, and I don't want to lose Darto too!" ketus Kakung ignored Simbah's complaints.

"Yes, we have asked the same person directly Matt, and we explain everything from now on" replied Si Mbah, then turned to look intently at me.

"Where, Dar?" ask them simultaneously.

"Where are you?" many wonder.

"Lookin Dar. It has been hereditary for our families to study in pesantren there. Later you will also be taught to read alphabetic writing there. Simbah used to be there when he was 8 years old Dar, but because you are different, until now Si Mbah still ask for the understanding of Kakungmu," Sewba explained

"What is unsafe?" back I asked about the situation they had always debated.

"Your friend was murdered through sedition, Dar. The red pocong always appears every one who reneges on the agreement with the owner of the mud swamp. The last leg, we even had to lose your father Dar. The three of us tried to destroy the same red pocong as the pocong you saw" Kakung said in a sad tone. After the word was spoken, the view of Sewah and Kakung suddenly slammed towards the ground, explaining how much regret they had, for what had happened in the past.

"I'm sorry, Dar. Sumpah never tell the same story you are not because Simbah does not care, but instead Si Mbah is happier if you do not know. Waste also wants you to be a natural person like your normal friends. Si Mbah has lost the son of the Mbah, and does not want to lose you, Dar," Simbah's hand continues to stroke the tubers in my head.

"Change... What happened to you?"

"Your father died because of the owner of the Dar mud swamp. When we managed to kill the red pocong, the owner of the swamp came. Your father got a black liquid that kept coming out of his mouth when we were limp on his back because of the previous fierce fight. The day after, there were black spots all over your father's body, followed by scabies, scabies, ringworm, and all kinds of skin diseases came, until your father's body was full of pus to death after a week of suffering from the plague. People thought he had Dar pox,"

the words of the Mbah this time did not make me sad, maybe because I did not clearly remember the time, and also at that time I was a child. My feelings are just a natural loss.

"Dar, you're special, Dar. You have an advantage that we don't have. Your mother was willing to sacrifice her soul just for your safety Dar. So you don't want to have to go with Kakung, because you have your own destiny. Instead of regretting who has gone, it is better to gain as much knowledge as possible, in order to protect the ones that still exist" said Kakung a little pushy.

"Yasah Kung I want, as long as Simbah come!" my answer is short

"Can't Dar, Tumin has his own assignment. He should be in this village, Kakung already made a fence around the village. The red pocong was temporarily unable to find any more collateral, and three of Kakung's friends were also holding BUTO IRENG, the owner of the swamp, so he did not come to help the pocong here. The Mbah you must continue to take care of the fort until you return. Only you Dar, the only hope we have of exterminating those savage demons!"

"Jih Kung's! If that is the destiny of Darto, Darto is ready" I said loudly, with a gaze full of confidence.

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