Om Pamungkas
sky ash ash

The dark blue antelope stopped not far from them,

A male figure that Ratih had seen before got out of the car and walked up to her and her husband.

That's Ruslan. omnya Pamungkas.

" I'm sorry son, have you been waiting?" the smiling man was happy to see Pamungkas standing next to his wife.

Although there was no smile or friendly greeting from Pamungkas, Ruslan was still happy.

" It's okay om, we were around looking for breakfast." said Ratih salami Ruslan.

" Well, the food here doesn't match your tongue? meet you already cooking at home, come on ayoo.. Let's go home soon, eat and rest??" bring Ruslan.

Ratih looked at her silent husband like a statue.

" Come on in..?" invite Ratih to pull the Last Arm,

He did not answer, but he followed his wife into the car.

" Sorry son.. Cars are ugly." Ruslan said on the way,

" no om, can be picked up om we have been grateful.." said Ratihut, and the atmosphere in the car was back in silence.

Finally, and Ratih looked back at the road they were on,

Apparently it is still far away, they headed for a slightly high area, where the hills are clearly visible around.

Along the way both of them see many houses that are still made of wood, some are in the form of a stage, some are built right on the ground.

Many houses have been made of walls like houses in the city.

The atmosphere is clearly different, whether what makes it different, which is clear the sky from earlier ash ash, but noon has crawled up.

" Is it rainy season?" ask Ratih,

" It's been a child, but it rarely rains here." replied the om while driving.

After driving for thirty minutes, and entering a small street the size of the road is only enough with that one car,

Finally the car stopped in a yard that was not fenced and thick grass.

" Well, this is the house om.. let's go down, son..?" Ruslan went down, followed by Ratih and Pamungkas.

Ruslan's house is modern, no longer a wooden house,

Ruslan's house is lined with three other houses, whose shape is modern.

But there is one wooden stilt house that looks still standing firmly at the very end.

Ratih's eyes sparkled in amazement, of course it was a sight that was not in the poor city.

" Let your suitcase carry?" ruslan said approaching towards Pamungkas who had lowered his suitcase.

" Let me take it myself." said Pamungkas while retreating.

Ruslan knew that the end creates distance, but he hoped that distance would soon be extinct.

He also wants to be called by om and welcomed by his nephew.

" Yes, you ate at my house first.." Ruslan walked towards the terrace of his house, the building is quite simple but spacious.

Finally and Ratih entered, both of them sat in the living room.

A white and fat woman came out of the middle room that was in the partition using the curtain.

" Superficial?" asked the woman half-whispered, after looking at Ruslan she looked at him.

" Where will you sleep?" tanya arrived, arrived,

" Is there a hotel around here?" ask me quickly.

" No boy, there's a hotel near you guys just get off that bus..

we're family, don't sleep in a hotel..

If you're uncomfortable, you can sleep in Rusdi's house,

He had the house empty..

Because he has long moved to Kalimantan,"

" Neighbors?" ask the manager,

" uh, what kind of neighbor? om you're a kid..

his house next to Rapuni's house, a little south. just next to the garden..",

Hearing Ruslan's explanation, Pamungkas and his wife looked at each other.

" Don't hesitate, Rusdi's been home for a week, but he's been sleeping at your father's house more often, or do you want to sleep at your father's?" ask Ruslan.

" No, we're at Rusdi's house if it's not a hassle." replied Pamungkas quickly.

Ruslan sighed, he was wondering why the ultimate would not call himself and his sister om.

" Yes, you eat first, then I'll drive to Rusdi's house" Ruslan said.

Ratih opened the window, only the ranks of sago trees he saw.

" It used to be seen on TV, now look directly at the sago tree.." murmured Ratih.

Those who heard him were silent, without commenting,

the man just relaxed himself quietly.

" I want to make coffee, but I'm afraid to go to the kitchen mas. in thought presumptuous." said Ratih, said,

" no, this is not our home, after all he said this house is rarely occupied, certainly no coffee or sugar," said Pamungkas.

" Are we not going to see Dad?"

" we rest first, goods an hour and two hours, after that we go there, they must also know we are tired." replied Pamungkas while closing his eyes.

" I can't sleep on the bus, not as sound as you." he added.

" Yes, I'm sleeping, but.. can I walk around?" ask Ratih,

" where? This is a village of people?" He opened his eyes again,

" if you can't sit on the porch, find the wind.."

" is it right to sit on the porch?"

" just on the porch.."

" hemm yes wes.. Remember, where don't you go, account sleeps for just a minute?"

Train nodded, though,

seeing her husband sleeping again, Ratih got off the bed that was placed on the floor.

He walked out, wanting to enjoy the wind, because even though the sun was not hot, the air was a little hot.