Mystery of Grandma's House
Obsolete Photos

"Ah thank God you are still safe bro" said mas Didik who saw me from top to bottom of the foot.

"That's so much you mas. I lived that way. Fortunately I didn't faint" I sighed.

"We have to report to the police immediately. We can't stay silent!" Usul mas Didik's.

"Yes, I agree, but we should go home first. Our bodies are all dirty, it will not be responded to the same police even in the thought we are crazy mas" I replied.

"This one day wants to dusk. We better get home before dark. I don't know why my feelings feel bad" I continued, patting the book I found the first time. A book that could be a common thread of the cases we face.

"Judah we go home first, I'm not comfortable around here either bro. Kaya there are those who continue to worry" said mas Didik while circulating the view around us.

"Come on mas" I replied.

Time passes so fast. The afternoon slowly left the orange painting in the western horizon named dusk. Dadik and I walked slowly in the boisterous atmosphere of the local community who rushed in when the day had begun to surup like this.

After an hour of casual chatting with mas Didik. We finally arrived at our hostel. Looks quiet as always. In this hostel there are several other residents. I only briefly saw them because they were busy working or still busy in college.

After cleaning our bodies, me and the kunyuk mas Didik plan to spend the night with a coffee on the terrace of the room. Two black coffee has been served accompanied by a plate of fried bananas that we bought when we returned home, even though it was no longer hot but enough to accompany us both.

"Bro what's the plan tomorrow?" Ask them Didik.

"Where is it good. We should report soon! Tomorrow you and I go to the police station!". My speech.

"Yes my brother agreed too!" Didik replies the spirit of knowing the case we are facing a little brighter.

"Emm excuse me mas-mas. You guys just got here? I think I just saw." Said a woman who is currently wearing an alma mater seems to be still a college child.

"Yes, we've only been here two days" I replied, trying to be friendly.

"Oh. Introduce my mas early. My room is in room number 5A." He spoke friendly and introduced himself.

"I'm Mahesa mbak and this kunyuk is named Didik" I replied introducing myself as well.

"Don't call me mas. My very old look. Call the name aja mas" suggested early timid.

"Oh yes and sorry hehehe" I said kindly.

"Yes mas gapapa, emmm oh yes this is there martabak early buy in front, uh. even excess one pack. Mas Mahesa same mas Didik want martabak not?" Early bargain thrusting blue plastic containing sweet martabak with seductive fragrance.

"Eh no need Din, so it's not good for you" I refused to mention him.

"May Din can, wah quite bro" said mas Didik with confidence.

"Hishhhhh bashful aja kunyuk this" my mind is inwardly abstruse.

"Mas?!" I said softly by elbowing his arm to code this stress human next to me.

"Sssstttt, windfall cannot be refused" he said sumringah.

"Hisss, I'm sorry, but my friend is a little crazy" said I jengah.

Looking early just chuckled amusedly at the quarrel we both had. The difference in character and nature makes us like two sides of a coin. Debates do happen between us often, even small things can be a big problem for us.

I finally met my neighbor after two days here. And according to the early residents here quite rarely socialize. They are average from out of town and daily busy with their own world. So all here rarely meet let alone chat. We chat while occasionally early telling stories it's hard to be here. Till..

"Mas Mahesa mas Didik, early back room first yes. Daaah" said early after looking back and saw there was a lioness was removing her claws and fangs. Enough to make me swallow seeing it too.

"Bro I mules, you finish it yourself" whispered Didik in my ear.

"Mas Mahesa?!" Call Wulan who is now sitting next to me.

"Yes" I replied trying to relax.

"Who is he? Why is he here? Is he your girlfriend here? Where have you been all day? Why is it so hard to call? " Attack Wulan with a thousand questions.

"One-on-one dong kalo nanya" I answered gently pinched her cheeks because of the anxiety with the red face of my midwife.

After a long day of exhausting travel, it all seems to disappear along with a beautiful smile from you.

"Dih, even daydreaming. Mas Mahesa???" Wulan asked while holding my shoulder.

Basic love! It's not necessarily the time. Sometimes it comes when we doubt and are burdened. Either only for a moment or it will be eternal. Divine secrets who knows?

That night, me and Dadik finally did not stay up. Because I have to get my female lion's scolding. Although in my heart I also feel happy to be noticed like that. At first glance I saw a motherly figure in the eyes of Wulan that always makes me stunned.

I saw that Didik was already behind me and curled up under his blanket. For a moment I remembered the book I had brought from my late grandmother's room.

A slightly dusty maroon-red old book. I opened the first page. Page with line of words written 'Courtesy of Tariyah'. This is an ancient diary of my grandmother. But that's not what interested me.

I opened the middle of this old book. And bingo!! An outpouring of hearts and apologies from the late grandmothers dance. All the Javanese I don't understand. Maybe tomorrow I'll have the kunyuk translate. And I got a bonus...

A photo cliche of two women sitting together in front and behind seems like the grandmother of dance and Sambangan Kakung who looks a little young. Not forgetting that the photo behind it was written the fourth name. Suwirdjo and Tariyah's self-image with Dasimah and his sister s**ra*.

"Hisai Dasimah has a sister?!" I still keep on focusing.

"Who's this name. Ah why is blurr in the important part anyway." My gertutuku saw the last name after Dasimah disappeared because of his age which can be said to be obsolete.

"Look at his face like I'm no stranger to the face of Nyai Dasimah's sister" my inner self. I long looked at the face printed on the sheet.

"Hahahaha I know now! I'm no stranger to your disgusting face!" Mynah

"Died waiting for time!! I'll take off your mask. The mask you used to hide your abomination all this time, the same mask you used to wipe out my mother" Imbuhku.

"Now I'll find proof of your involvement and I'll take you to jail until you're there. You must take responsibility!!! B**n old!!!!"

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