Candra Kirana
Four Guests

It rained before Kiran entered Candra's courtyard. The girl sped up the pace with a small run, dispelling the drops of water that fell onto her sweet face with the palms that were raised.

The overstuffed clothes really made Kiran's footsteps uncomfortable, even splashes from a puddle of water that was stepped on began to dirty the bottom of her pants. Kiran complained that the brown color of the ground was severe in the clean white cloth she was wearing.

"Why am I always apes?" grouse Kiran in the breath hunting because of running around in the rain.

Up to the front of the house, there were two motorcycles parked in the yard. Kiran felt bad if she had to enter through the front door because there were four guests who were talking to Mr. Subarkah.

Kiran turned to the right, to where the pundent was to find the back door. Kiran was not mistaken, there was a door facing the simple building.

The rain is getting heavier, Kiran's knock on the back door is also quite loud, should be heard Mak Sinah who may be in the kitchen.

Ah, Kiran forgot .. Candra's house was too big, the housekeeper couldn't possibly hear her knocking. Moreover, the rain fell increasingly heavy, it could be that Mak Sinah was somewhere else. The back of the Candra house is also quite spacious.

Kiran had no choice, the terrace of the Candra house provided wooden seating. Perhaps waiting there while watching the rain fall to earth is better than staying in a room alone.

After waiting for a few minutes and no sign of the door being opened from the inside, Kiran turned around. Step slowly to get back to the front of the house.

When it passed through the pundits, Kiran's steps came to an accidental halt. A white shadow among the mist flashed near the building. Kiran gasped, something slipping from her heart melded with fear.

Kiran felt her chest, just above the heart that was beating twice as fast as usual. However, Kiran's eyes remained wandering in search of the apparition that had just gnawed away at her courage.

The scent of incense stung Kiran's nose, but only in one breath. Kiran remembered very well that it was the smell of Candra, which for some reason she was beginning to like.

"Candra's? You're home from work?" Kiran asked with a trembling voice. Between sure and not to his kiss.

Kiran knew it was a stupid question, if what she saw Candra would definitely not disappear from sight. Kiran scratched at her fierce crumpled nape, her mind instantly sidetracked to something else related to the sacred place.

"I'm sorry your grandson, Mbah! I just want to pass by, not mean to interrupt!" kiran said regretfully.

Kiran left with a step on her tiptoes, like a person who had just left a sleeping baby, even with a little slouching in honor.

After a few steps, only Kiran accelerated her steps to get to the terrace immediately. Twice turned to make sure the white shadow was no longer around the shoulder.

Up to the terrace, Kiran sat comfortably in a wooden chair. The voice of Mr. Subarkah's chat with his guests rang out loud, their familiar laughter from within the four-spinned space calmed Kiran's uneasy heart. His head that was deflated started to soar again. Kiran breathed a sigh of relief, at least the five men in the living room were truly human like her.

The drops of clear water and splashes that hit the flowers in Candra's yard further improve Kiran's situation. Hm, nature can always give a relaxing effect on him. Like a relaxation instrument that he often heard when he could not go to the mountain.

Kiran leaned back and closed her eyes to get a calm effect from the sound of rainwater. But disturbed by the voice of five men who were busy chatting.

Really Kiran did not want to eavesdrop on the chat of the parents in the living room. Their voice alone was too loud while speaking so Kiran heard what they were discussing.

Initially only in the form of confessions of fathers about work that is not comparable to the payment they receive. Then propagate to the complaints of wives who began to lack money to meet basic needs at home. Then crawl on the school fees of late-paid children.

Evidently, the fathers in the living room of the Candra house alternately devote household matters clearly to Mr. Subarkah.

In fact, two of the four guests told him about being rejected in bed by his wife because of household needs that were not met.

"Lha yes sir, my wife was lazy to serve because I came home not bring money, is not less asem …." Kiran heard Mr. Subarkah laughing at the sad story.

"If I am tired of the storm every day, from the matter of rice to skincare, from school fees to electricity arrears. Not to mention the negligent wife who has asked to be replaced. Own it sir, not to mention the food menu that only knows tempe every day."

The last phrase was justified by two voices, while Mr. Subarkah only chuckled a little before responding to the outpouring of hearts of his four guests.

Kiran tried to ignore what she heard, not her interest in knowing the affairs of the five men. He prefers to enjoy the sound of rain falling from the roof of Candra's house.

"I need Mr. Subarkah's help to reverse the bad economic situation of the family, I want to be rich, sir!"

The conversation grew hotter, Kiran who was initially just passing by hearing the chatter from the living room turned enthusiastic. Isn't Candra's father the mountain's caretaker? What does this have to do with getting rich?

Mr. Subarkah said, "This way is fast, but there are conditions that must be met."

"Buffin?" ask one of the guests in a nervous tone.

"Chicken the family champion for the first five years, then it could be anyone every three years," replied Mr. Subarkah calmly. "Wealth will flow endlessly as long as no rule is broken."

Sepi, there was no discussion that Kiran had heard in quite some time. But Kiran already had no more calmness, the sound of rain was useless in her ears. His entire nerves were tense and afraid, Kiran's eyes were wide open and his focus piled up to know the direction of the next conversation.

"I mean ... Our son yes, sir?"

In the living room, Mr. Subarkah nodded with a friendly smile still developing. "All I give it back to the fathers. I'm just an extension of the hand that extends help."

"I agree, Sir!" One of the guests Mr. Subarkah responded with a trembling voice.

"I'll set the ritual later tonight, you stay here then!" answer Mr. Subarkah.

"What's true .. anu, um I mean, is it true that I will go home followed by pocong, sir? It means that I should keep it at home, anu ... My wife is a coward, sir! Could die standing up to him if you knew!"

"Let me explain after the ritual is over! Mr. Bandi need not worry," replied Mr. Subarkah in a very calm tone.

Kiran shuddered, her heart beating now felt like it was about to explode hearing the chatter in the living room. Kiran quietly left from the terrace, returned to the back door and knocked stronger than before.

"Can ... go home dong!" muttered Kiran while waiting for the door to be opened Mak Sinah.

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