
There is guilt haunting the mind of the heat. Leaving Sampyuh for so long. Of course he was panting looking at home alone. He also misses his buffalo, his cow and his buffalo at home. His seedy home but always presents memories not easily forgotten. Coffee shop next to his house, is it still as crowded as it used to be? Here in the house of a good and clean camat sir, Pangat can not feel the comfort like when he was in his own home.
His wife still loves him. If not dear, Sampyuh will not fight against thugs near the terminal. His wife is a powerful woman. In his eyes it was too powerful. He felt afraid of his own shadow. Especially when he was caught eating alone with Hangi, met with Gono and was instead caught off guard by Sampyuh.
He was like a runaway with a heart that was always unsettled. What if his wife caught him? His wife is like a ghost that can appear at any time, his wife can be nongol everywhere with loan moge Pak lurah Jombik. The movement is very fast. She doesn't know when Sampyuh learned to ride moge?
Pangat who was in the guest room alone then visited by mr. Camat.
"Not sleeping are you?" ask Mr. Lurah who just finished doing office work.
"Not Mr. Cama. I want to go home," suddenly Panat revealed the roar of his heart.
"You're here. If you go, who's gonna take care of your carpenter's Hangi? Frankly I'm afraid that you're living alone. What if the nights of Hangi come to me? While you've already returned to the village?"
"I homesick once," the lips of the Pantang burst longing.
"Just this, how about your wife being brought here. There are three empty rooms, you just want to choose whichever one you want to occupy," mr. Camat offers a kindness that is never interrupted.
Sangat sangsi istriinyamau moved from Jombik village. His attachment to Jombik cannot fade. He just doesn't feel easy to forget. But he'll try to persuade his wife.
Mr. Camat hopes the persuasion pangat succeed. The only thing stuck in his head was one. Hangi who often sweeps the house if it suddenly becomes wild and ferocious, what can she do? This heat is strange, ghosts are employed. But the idea is creative too. Some of his friends asked for the services of Panat to tame the ghost. Very well paid.
The quiet village of Jombik was in an uproar. Gono came home suddenly. Since three months of college, I have never been home. Moreover, he came home with a new green moge ride. Exactly his, sir lurah. But much more kinclong. New motor. The people who saw it were amazed. Gono even though college has become a successful person.
"Mogene said hello to Gon," Sampyuh immediately glared as soon as Gono stopped in front of the house. He's at least his son's too much style. He went to college not for hehakhehek. Moreover, her son came with Hana, the girl he met at the restaurant with her husband's Panat also with a beautiful woman. Father and son one package, same. Remembering that Sampyuh's heart so molt.
"Sir kos. Facilities for boarding children," said Gono frankly. It turns out the cost in the haunted house is really fun. But he was also astonished, who inhabited the boarding house was only one. Then he's the one who climbed the moge. Mr. Kos is strange but kind. As long as it did not harm him, Gono could smile full of satisfaction.
"Your description is your coward Gon. Kosmu wes free. I still have a new motor loan. But aja mbagusi rich father Gon," said Sampyuh fierce. Looks like his only son puppets have blood mbagusi nurun bapake. But silent Sampyuh observed closely, this new moge is very similar to the moge that Angga brought the other day. It might just be a coincidence. Factory-made moges certainly produce a lot. Same color is very likely.
Gono will tell his own story. He still appreciates his son's feelings. But if the moge had something to do with Angga one day, he would have acted decisively. This must be what's going on.
Hana who got off the bike, was surprised to see the house Gono less so decent. Gono's symbol also looks sangar. This time he looked at it very closely. The night before had met.
Gono could not dwell asked Simbok to ngarit. Although there is Hana, the symbok does not rattle to do the work that became his routine first. Gono just complied with the request. But he wants to look cool. If he used to squeak with a ramshackle yamaha bike without a rearview and saddle with torn skin. Now he wants to look cool. Wear moge for ngarit.
Pak Panat and Simbok Sampyuh once appeared cool.
"Snake?" tanya Hana looks bloon. The vocabulary felt strange in his ears.
"Find grass for cattle" explained Gono. What city kid knows that word. Of course Hana just agreed. Afraid to be alone in this house.
Besides being afraid to see the symbol Gono. His eyes had seen a pecking pot that was fluttering in front of the closet. Maybe he's looking for attention. There are guests who will be staying in this house. Hidh... So horrified. Later out of agony, he will ask Gono to go home soon. Dare not stay in this house for long. So serem. Gono can usually be comfortable living here.
Gono handed the sickle and the glangse to Hana.
Sampyuh tang saw Gono ngarit dbil riding a moge, seen a head bobble. Pancen mbagusi tenan the boy. If not being with his girl, of course he will scold her out. Gono is smart to save himself a murkanydi.
The new moge was seen leaving the courtyard of the symbiotic house.
Where's Gon?" ask Hana over the piggy bank.
"In the meadow near the forest," explained Gono.
"Come away from here?" ask Hana again.
"At least 20 minutes from here," replied Gono.
New in history, Gono ngarit accompanied his college colleagues. Let Hana feel the atmosphere of the village treasury. He will return home with fresh grass. Once selfi with a grass background. This is certainly a unique sight.
It didn't take long to get there. Gono immediately parked his new moge. As far as the eye can see only the green grass. Gono invites Hana to see a moment just graze. It only takes 15 minutes to climb the glass. He's a professional raiser.
"We go for a while, yes, the water is quite clear and cold," asked Gono. He took Hana behind a small hill. The moge was left far parked. Gono ensures safe. There's no burglar here.
Hannah could not refuse. Instead of skirting the pocong landscape, more steadily enjoy the meadow with clear times as promised Gono. Gono's words were right. This time is still good. Hana immediately took off her shoes and threw her feet in the river water. Gono asked him to joke. Doused the water on his shirt.
"Gon I don't bring change" protested Hana.
"Want to buy new" replied Gono. He's got a lot of money. The owner of the promo again spread the goodness by giving a million gas money.
Gono remembered his childhood here. He was often invited by the father of fishing at times that there was a bamboo tree.
After being satisfied with the mute at times, Gono immediately returned to where the motor, sickle and glangse were parked earlier. Gono's heart was about to jump from its place. The new moges are no longer in place. His face immediately pale. He was too reckless by not unplugging his ignition.