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23. TOOTHPICK BOX

"Where, Wil?" Randi whispered, asking for the safest location to hide. I looked around. I see, the area that crazy people go through to play is just around the front yard of the terrace, up to the gate, up to the saung. Back around it kept. Not to trace the edge of the pool bordering the front room window.

"There you go, Ran." I pointed at the big pot near the pool. The pots planted with trees were rather large as well. The name of the tree I don't know, the leaves are red in the shoots. I think behind that tree we can hide. The large pot there are 4 pieces are placed almost close together. So the leafy leaves are enough to cover our bodies when standing behind a tree. It will not be seen from the position of a madman.

"Come on." Randi agrees. Directly moving towards the big pot.

The madman moved again towards the front porch area. This time, the box was in both hands. He swirled around meandering both hands up and down. His mouth is now sounding. Like voicing the sound of a car, while the box in both hands is winding like a plane. Ah you crazy man. Not connect. The sound of the plane is the same as the car.

Me and Randi focused on peeping. My eyes tried not to blink as the madman's position approached our hiding place. That's right Randi said. Now I can see clearly. The little box that the madman was holding was the same as the toothpick box that Mother Aisyah had given her. There is a great thump in this heart. Various possibilities appeared in my head.

"Are you, Wil?" Randi confirmed his conjecture.

"Yes, Ran. It is big and its shape is very similar. The color is similar too. But if the pictures and the writing I don't know. Not very clear."

While we were busy acting as detectives, there was a scream from the direction of the gate,

"Hey... Yong, Kadieu... Hayu geus beurang's. Geura's back." (Pen: Hi... Ujang(call to a boy)... Come on it's noon. Go home). A grandmother came from the gate. Approaching a crazy person who is playing a plane while laughing. The madman did not pay attention to the grandmother. He is still engrossed in his toys. The grandmother approached, holding the madman's hand.

"July, Wil..." Randi whispered while holding my hand. There was worry and fear in Randi's tone of voice. I just kept quiet, almost holding my breath. The grandmother then rubbed the head of the madman. The grandmother was short and skinny, while the madman was tall and skinny. So Grandma's legs had to tiptoe while rubbing the crazy man's head.

Treated so by the grandmother, the madman went silent. Duck. The grandmother then led the madman towards the gate.

"Wil, follow yuk." Randi's strange idea came about instantly. I can't think much. Randi forcing.

"Come on." Randi led my hand, towards the gate, then left followed the steps of the grandmother and the madman.

"Ran, we're not going to say the same Mak. Mak nyari."

"Ah. Ga anything. That's easy." Randi's eyes continued to focus on Grandma's steps. We've walked past SMAN Leuwi Goong.

"You are yes. Sometimes the fear is more than me."

"Yes, Ran. But it's not really our territory, if around Cirebon I still dare." Randi's eyes remained straight watching the grandmother's footsteps in front. He didn't want to lose track. The grandmother kept leading the crazy. That crazy guy looks so submissive. Unlike when expelled by Mang Jana. There was a rejection first. To grandma no, directly according to.

"Sound, Wil. Hear. The madman has memorized our home. Our normal period, the owner of the house anyway, until not memorized?" Randi almost said that. His laughter held him strong. His hands shut his mouth, but his shoulders moved up and down. I heard Randi say so I wanted to laugh too. Kathy, Randi... Could have been him.

"You are yes. There's just one." Randi looked at me for a moment.

"Bright. Aye right? That crazy guy is going back and forth to our house. It is as if our home is his home. Uh uh, don't-don't the owner of that house have two, same Boss Acep Crazy Boss. Haha." Finally Randi laughed as well, but her mouth spontaneously she closed with her hands. I laughed, my hand wanted to tickle Randi's waist, but I held back. We focused on the steps of the grandmother.

This time the grandmother turned left, down a small alley. We keep following.

At the end of the alley, the grandmother turned right. Through the houses, then through the corn garden, the grandmother kept walking to lead the madman.

Right in a house, actually not worth calling a house, it's a hut. A hut whose walls are made of wooden cubicles. The wooden room is already a lot of holes. The hut was small, measuring at most 3 meters x 4 meters. In front of the hut was a courtyard, but not a spacious one. In front of the hut there was also a seat, not a chair. A kind of cot, made of wood as well. The grandmother was sitting there, on the couch. The madman was also the same, sitting next to grandma.

Me and Randi stopped, keeping their distance. Our distance with grandma was probably about ten meters. We sit at the root of the tree. Incidentally there was a rather large tree.

"Yeuh Ujang's. Geus is the dyinget-inget wae. Ikhlaskeun." (Pen: Nih Ujang's. Do not keep remembering. Inspiration). The grandmother spoke to the madman, quite loud the voice of the grandmother when she spoke, it could be because the grandmother had a little disturbed hearing. So the grandmother had to make a loud voice when talking. The madman was silent for a moment, but then burst into tears. From his cries, I suspect that the madman felt a very deep suffering, for a long time.

Hearing her long sobs, me and Randi became sad. Moreover, seeing the cry of the madman, it seemed that the grandmother understood very well the suffering of the madman.

"Geus tong ceurik. Ayeuna wait her sakeudeung heula, Mak rec nyokot dahar heula. kanke evaporation." (Pen: Don't cry. Now wait a minute, Mak wants to eat first. Later fed). The grandmother went into the hut for a long time actually, but the lunatic just sat down. Not anywhere.

Moments later, the grandmother came out, sitting again near the madman. Grandma brought a plate with food. The grandmother then fed the madman. The madman ate so voraciously and vigorously. Then he stood up. The grandmother then went back into the hut, then came out again carrying a rather large box, similar to a shoe box. The crazy guy seemed so happy to see the box Grandma was carrying. He grabbed the box, then took out the contents of the boxes one by one.

"Wil, Look, Wil." Randi's eyes were wide. Eyes too. The madman took out a toy plane from inside a big box. One, two, three, four, there are still a lot of toy planes that are issued. I can confirm now that the toy plane is a toothpick box. Right, the toothpick box. Mother Aisyah's legacy toothpick box.