Candra Kirana
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The morning air bit the skin, Kiran still coiled under the white blanket that now closed to the bottom of her neck.

Like normal and common mornings, Kiran heard the chirping of birds quite noisy. Ah yes, he almost forgot that Candra's house was on the mountain slope. Close to forest area.

Kiran opened her eyes, scanning the surroundings of the room to find Candra. She complained, this was the third time she had lost Candra in the morning. Kiran watched the pillow and the place next to her, clean with no prints showing the marks on which people slept.

Candra really didn't sleep in the same bed with him. Kiran smiled faintly as the young man turned out to be more polite than she had expected. It is precisely he who often thinks lewd when admiring the macho figure.

Slowly, Kiran got out of bed, folded up the blanket and tidied her hair before exiting the room. He wants to take a warm bath and meet Candra, telling her he's healthier. Kiran didn't have to go to the postesdes, she just had to eat a lot this morning, her stomach was rumbling.

Kiran opened her little bag, looking for a cell phone to check the signal, she had to be patient with Septi so that her best friend was not worried. Kiran will be home later. His meditation because of the heart wound had ended, after all his climbing equipment was also lost. So what else can Kiran do besides going down the mountain?

"Damn, the battery's empty! Surely because yesterday there was no signal so drain power, forget to turn off too. The spare charger truss is also running out, and in this house there is no electricity, good! Complete already two days' bad luck." Kiran shook her head in frustration.

Increasingly frustrating because the watch that should be alive also dies, meaning there is no time, day and date. "I have to meet Candra! What time did he leave the room?"

Kiran's sleep is very sound, there is no dream no disturbance there is nothing that bothers her. It's like a dead man. After exhaling a deep breath, Kiran exited the room. Ready to meet the Candra family.

"How come it's quiet?" muttered Kiran. Even until the show was over, he had not met a single person. The warm bath plan failed because the large house did not have a water heating machine. Kiran forgets Candra's house without electricity.

Kiran ventured through the house, towards the kitchen, where the only sound of people cooking sounded normal.

"Is there anything I need to help you with, Ma'am?" asked the middle-aged woman kindly. "I'm a housekeeper here, I used to be called Mak Sinah."

"Em, Candra where are you, Mom? I'm Kiran."

Mak Sinah looked at Kiran for quite a while before replying. "When you get out, there's work. Maybe the night's just back."

"What time is it, Mom? I'm sorry I'm bad luck," Kiran said withstanding embarrassment.

"Now almost lunchtime, I dare not wake up for breakfast this morning. Soon I have lunch ready, will you take me to my room or eat with my father?"

"Mr?" ask Kiran enthusiastically.

Mak Sinah smiled warmly, "Yes. Mr. Subarkah is Mas Candra's father, the owner of the house!"

Kiran was misbehaved, how did she meet her father Candra without being accompanied by the young man who brought her to that place?

Shit, Candra why don't you tell me there's a job?

Kiran nodded in understanding, then said goodbye to Mak Sinah to return to the room. He had to change his clothes and tidy up his hair before meeting the host.

Ten minutes later, the door was knocked. Mak Sinah held out a white cloth after Kiran opened the door. "It's Candra's suit, it can be changed temporarily. Kiran's mbak's clothes let me wash in the back."

Kiran received the white clothes given to her, "I'm going home this afternoon, Mom! No need for a change of clothes!"

"Loh .. yes do not go home first, wait until Candra comes, Ma'am! Later I get angry father," said Mak Sinah restless. "Mak Kiran change clothes now, have been waiting for the father at the dinner table, dirty clothes here I bring all of you."

With a bad feeling, Kiran closed the door to change clothes. His small body seemed to be drowned by trousers and long sleeves in white. Kiran rolled up the excess material so as not to look dirty.

Comb the hair with fingers then come out again with bound hair and a fresher face. Mak Sinah takes Kiran to a small dining table in the back after putting Kiran's dirty clothes in the sink.

"Let's go ahead, sit here don't hesitate!" Kiran welcomes Candra's father's warm hand. "Where is it good? Do I need to take you to the postesdes?"

Kiran nodded, feeling silly about having to have lunch alone with Mr. Subarkah. "I'm healthy, sir! Actually want to go home in a minute."

Nodding Kiran's head feels heavy. "Yes, Sir!"

It was the most awkward lunch Kiran had ever had. But Kiran is hungry like not eating for two days, and mak Sinah's cooking is arguably delicious.

Not much conversation during mealtime. Mr. Subarkah just asked a few things how Kiran could get lost on the south side of the mountain. Kiran answered briefly because she was unable to tell the true events. Forgetting.

Kiran permits Mr. Subarkah to look around after lunch is over. His stomach was full, his body was also fitter after drinking the spice tea made by Mak Sinah.

"Mommy, how many people live in this house?" Kiran asked because she saw the number of closed rooms that were allegedly as rooms. If he only saw six doors at night, there were still four more rooms with the same condition. Door tightly closed.

"If it were only five now, seven people if I added the same father! After dinner, they're all here."

"I've been out for a while, Mom! Want to look around the village," Kiran's pampit that was immediately asserted by mak Sinah with a look of objection.

"Don't go far, Ma'am! The forest around the village misled many people!"

Kiran came out through the room where Mr. Subarkah was still chatting with his guests. Kiran simply nodded and passed towards the courtyard of the house. One motorbike parked near the flowers thrives.

During the day, Kiran only found out that on the right back of the Candra house there was a small shoulder that was topped in a white cloth lid. Even with the building protecting it, the four pillars were given white cloth.

Kiran watched from afar as one person was solemnly bowing there, perhaps praying or doing something else. But Kiran believes, the punden is not a tomb when viewed from its temple-like shape.

The smoke from the incense in front of the lowered man smelled Kiran, the same smell as the one inside the house.

Ignoring her curiosity, Kiran walked out of the courtyard to the left, where she saw several houses lined up last night. After the three houses, there was nothing more than forests and trails. The sound of birds singing came from the forest.

There are only four houses including the Candra house. Each house has a pundit on the right, which makes Kiran understand that maybe it is a place of prayer or maybe an altar of worship?

Damnit damnit! Kiran could not capture the unique with her camera to show Septi.

At first glance Kiran saw the shadow of the old grandmother on the shoulder of the last house, only faint, but Kiran's heartbeat beat her chest. Kiran seems to have seen it, but where?

Kiran tried hard to remember while combing the road towards the forest, the road that was passed last night with Candra.

"Mom, ask!" One motor stopped near Kiran unnoticed because she was focused on daydreaming.

"Eh .. Yes, sir?" asked Kiran to wave to the two men who were riding the motorbike.

"Where's the caretaker's house?"

Kiran frowned, "Key teacher?"

"Sir Subarkah means my friend," said the older man.

"Oh the last house, sir! The most beautiful thing anyway," replied Kiran pointing at the road behind her. "Five hundred meters from here."

"Thank you, Ma'am!"

Kiran nodded as the two impurity left her. His desire for the streets was undone as the fog grew thicker, the sun was also covered in dark clouds, almost rain.

"So Candra's father was the caretaker of this mountain?" kiran muttered to herself. "What time?"

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