Hey Indigo Girl (The Series) TAMAAAAAT!!!!
Part 6 Umm Sibyan
This madrassa is apparently not as bad as I imagined. The building is made like a town hall with a rather spacious place. But it has been broken into two parts. Danu was already in the next class, I had also started introducing myself to the children in front. They are between 6, 8, and 10 years old. Wearing worn school uniforms barefoot. Their tiny feet look dirty, even though they are disguised with a dark tile floor. There are no chairs for them to sit on. There was only a chest table with a mat under them. Luckily there is a whiteboard for teaching.
"Okay, don't forget, do your PR, yeah. Don't play too much, okay, kids?" ask me to raise the mada to talk so they can hear. At the same time attract the attention of those who sometimes cool themselves. Well, that's how children are always full of innocence, and sometimes still busy with their world.
Teaching hours are only from 08.00 to 10.00. Not an official school like in urban areas in general. But it is enough to give a little knowledge to the next generation like them. Hopefully there will be donors who want to donate their wealth for their future.
"Where are we going?" ask Danu. Our work did not take long, and in the end we were also confused about what to do afterwards.
"Eh, to Mr. Kades' house I used to. I'm calling Radit."
"What time did he call?"
"Let me call, Dan. Wait for him to be scared for a long time. Not necessarily we're in Mr. Kades' place at that hour, right?"
"It's up to you ah."
We both walked back to Mr. Kades' house. Not so far away because this area is the center of activity of most residents. Besides farmers and fishermen.
"Hello, Radit?" greet me behind the phone.
"Loh, honey? How did you call? I said yesterday, let me. At this hour, you're done?" tanyakanya.
"Udah, Dit. That's why I can call you. I'm the same Danu confused where to go, and want to do it again. Maybe we'll take a walk around the village. While acquaintance with the inhabitants."
"OK, honey. You be careful yeah. I miss you."
"Me too, kangen. Oh yes, dear. I think I want to try to find a place that has a signal hp as well. We also need to send a report on our activities. At once find the material to teach later."
"There really? Over where? Far?"
"There is a forest deck there, he said there is a plateau there. Mrs Heni told me."
"Whose Heni mom?"
"That's the one with the house, where I'm the same Danu lives."
'How dear is there, not at home?"
"Eum, still at home, Dit. Well, hopefully keep on going."
"Now, how do you say that? What's up, honey?"
"How, yes, the length of the story. But I don't know for sure either, Dit. I'll tell you tomorrow if we meet. You said you wanted to come here, right? Bring my things that are left at home? So, right?"
"Yes, baby, so. I'll find out a moment, yeah. Sti I'm going there. I miss you, too. It's not just because of your stuff."
"Oh, okay, baby. Be careful too, take care of yourself, yes. I love you."
"I love you too."
Radit's been pretty busy since he worked. He was lucky enough to have worked in a company without the intervention of his parents. But he is getting busy now. I understand, don't want to sue him too much. Hopefully one day we will be reunited.
Danu and I started exploring the village. Greet the citizens who are still busy with their current activities. As well as introducing ourselves to who we are, and what we are doing in this village. Moreover, most of the mothers here are guardians of the children educated me and Danu. At least we also have to know their family background one by one.
I stopped at a shop. This place is quite simple because it uses bamboo for its building, but in this place the only seller who peddles a lot of goods. From vegetables to dry needs or wet. Soap, sachetan coffee, sugar, rice and more.
"Yes, it's my new wong to stay for a while, the Pak'e forgot to close the window, my goodness. How the hell is it," whined a middle-aged mother while crying.
"Have you been to Pak Narto's house yet, Yu?" ask the other mother. The activities of the mothers are actually shopping, but this seems to be a place to gossip and convey information in a fast way. I was curious, and approached. Pretend to choose vegetables while listening to the chat earlier. Danu instead sat on a wooden chair, enjoying orange ice at the table.
"Sorry, Mom. What's up, huh?" my question without hesitation. They immediately turned to look at me with obvious confusion there.
"His mother is this ... who, huh? How did you just see?" asked one of the women in worn-out kebaya clothes.
"Well this is the Master of that city?" sahut the warung owner.
"Oh, yes, Mom. Sorry I haven't introduced myself. I'm Aretha, and it's, Danu, we're in charge of teaching the kids here." I put my palms together in front of my chest and stared at them one by one.
"This is to, Miss Aretha. My son came home from school and told me about Teacher. Thank you for teaching the kids here."
"Yes, you're welcome, Mom. It's my job." They whispered while smiling to see me. At first glance I heard a sentence, beautiful, on the sidelines of the whisper. "Eum, I'm sorry what happened, yes, ma'am. How does it seem to be important?" ask me again, remind me what makes me curious.
"This is Master Ma'am, her son Lastri went missing last night," said the mother beside me, glancing at the woman who was picking vegetables unhappily.
"missing? How can? Where's he playing, Mom?" I was a little surprised to hear that. In the village there is a missing child, it feels really strange.
"Yes, not for playing, but for being kidnapped!"
"abducted? Kidnapped who?" My shadow started to go everywhere when I heard the word kidnap, it felt as if there were bad people everywhere. Not only in the city but also in the village.
"Not kidnapped people, Master. But kidnapped the devil!" He whispered again, and it made Miss Lastri cry hysterically.
'Devil? Kolong wewe, is that it, ma'am?"
"No, Teacher. But Umm Sibyan."
Umm Sibyan, who is she? I've never heard of it at all. He's not a human, but a demon? What demons can kidnap a child so easily in his own home.