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Part 24 Kalimantan's

A Land Rover car, especially the Defender series, stopped not far from us. Someone came out of the steering wheel door, and immediately looked at us inside. Opa Hans waved at him, the man nodded. Looks like he's the one who's gonna take us to God's house.

I opened the phone I had been turning off since. Soon the day is going to night. The sun began to shift from the dispute. On the way to the house of Om Dewa, I only focused on the flat object in hand. A message from Kak Rayi, and some school friends were able to make my lips widen. But I can still hold it because I don't want to ruin the sad atmosphere like now.

For Papa, Om Gio, Opa, and Aunt Jean the position of Om the God is quite important in their lives. Just like Bang Abi. I don't know why, I haven't completely forgotten all those memories. Even though I was a child at the time, Bang Abi's death indirectly caused me.

We arrived at a village. After hearing their explanation, this was the house of the old man Om Deity. The actual house of Om Dewa and Aunt Rani is in a residential complex a bit away from here. Mother Om Dewa wants her son's body buried in the family cemetery complex, which has existed since the generations of their great-grandfather.

That place is quite far from the city. There are lots of trees around. Although in my glasses, Kalimantan is identical with the forest. But when I got to the airport, I saw the same city as in the big city in general. But Om Dewa's residence is indeed in the interior of the village.

Being in the heart of the Meratus mountains makes the air around quite cold. I don't know, because I used to live in the Capital, which was notoriously hot, or indeed here had a cool air. Maybe both. I close the sweeter when I get out of the car.

In our hope there is a house large enough and spacious, they call it the Custom Hall. Here lived several family heads in one building, which of course the entire building is made of wood.

Some people came out of that house. Opa Hans walked first as the elder of all of us. Greet each other and shake hands before we are finally welcome to go inside. The atmosphere in the house is quite crowded. In the middle of the large room after the entrance, there was someone who was already stretched stiff, surrounded by several people. Om Dewa's body will be buried tonight. Waiting for our arrival, according to Father Om Dewa himself.

Aunt Rani was silent, sitting near her husband's body. Staring blankly at that lifeless body. Aunt Jean approached me while taking me.

"Ran ...," call aunt Jean, and keep getting closer to Aunt Rani. The woman dressed in black turned her head and immediately hugged Aunt Jean. "Patient, yes. You must be strong" whispered Aunt Jean trying to strengthen Aunt Rani who was very hit. I could see clearly how the sadness was drawn on the woman's face. Aunt Rani was young, and had to be a widow because of her husband's death. Even now they have no children. Every aunt Rani is pregnant, there is always a disaster.

I just sat next to them, listening to every detail of Aunt Rani's explanation from the beginning of the incident. While looking at the face of Om Dewa who was covered in a transparent white cloth with cotton stuffed nose, and ears.

"So, Om God is buried tonight too, auntie?" I cut their conversation.

Both of them turned their heads, and I finally got the attention of Aunt Rani. "Goodbye, Nabila! Sorry, auntie thinks who you are." Aunt Rani hugged me for a long time. I understood that his condition was not good, so I did not get hurt or angry when I became a mosquito repellent between the two.

"According to my grief, aunt," I said returning her embrace.

"Yes, are you sure the gods are buried these nights? Don't you wait for morning, Ran?" ask aunt Jean.

"It has to be tonight, Jean. It's customary like this. I'm just a guest, and I have to obey all the rules of the God's great family."

"Hey, you're God's wife! How's the guest?" ask Aunt Jean cynically. Aunt Rani just smiled.

"Well, I can't oppose them. Father said, tonight must also be buried. Because it is dangerous if the corpse of God stays at home, it is not good, he said."

Aunt Jean took a deep breath and looked at me. I just nodded in response. Maybe this is the rule in this village. If it is still under 12 pm, then the bodies of people who died in this village must be buried immediately. Another case if you die above 12 pm. You can be buried tomorrow.

Some people started to move on and get into discussions with languages I didn't understand. Papa then approached and took me to another room with Aunt Jean. "Put your stuff in the room first. Later we come to the funeral of the God," explained Papa.

"Now, Pa?" ask me, Papa nodded.

Aunty Rani drove us to a room that was prepared for guests. It was also at the command of an old woman with a typical Banjar language.

"Tante since when do you speak Banjar?" I asked as the three of us walked down the corridor of this mansion. Because I know that Aunt Rani is from Java, just like us.

"A year after marriage to God, Bill. Why?"

"Well, you can understand the language here too."

"Yes, because everyday hear the chatter and pronunciation of the language, so aunty can quickly."

The corridor of this house has several doors that I guess are the rooms of the residents of this house. I can't imagine them living together like this. Because I live alone with Papa, still often quarrel.

This room is quite spacious. With a one-meter window that shows the atmosphere behind this house. Dominant of tall trees. Quite shady and beautiful, if it's daytime, and pretty creepy at night, like now.

"Bil, if you're tired, don't go to the funeral. Here aja, rest," said aunt Jean, putting down her carry-on bag and taking a thick jacket from it.

"Yes, Bill. Mending you at home. Last night, you also look tired," continued Aunt Rani pointed at my face that was exhausted after a long trip earlier. I kept quiet, considering their advice.

"Yes already. I'm here." Finally I said, because it was true what they said, I was tired. I want to rest, and this room is very comfortable. Especially with a calm atmosphere.

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Now I'm just in this big room, alone. They've all been gone since 15 minutes. Papa also understood my desire to stay in the room.

I lay down holding a square object in my hand, pressed the keyboard and typed in a quick motion, lips kept smiling as I replied to a message with Rayi.

Until suddenly the phone screen changed to my face, and there was a red button alley move to be touched with two choices accept or refuse. Well, Brother Rayi made a video call without telling first. I immediately sat down, tidying up my messy hair, even running first to a large mirror in the middle of the room. Then back to the big bed.

"Got long!" kak Rayi said slightly glaring as I already shifted the screen down.

"Hehe. Suddenly shocked, video call. Don't tell me first!"

"Sir Rayi again chating them as well?"

"Yes earlier. How's it? Roger was curious about Kalimantan he said!"

"Okay, invite me."

The screen finally split into four, and the faces of the three men appeared.

"Ruby, Nabila! Asik nih holiday to Kalimantan," said Kak Roger who was in his room.

"Have a vacation! The mood of grief! Abandoned Brother Roger!" cetusku.

"Yes, there's no manners!" connect Kak Bintang, with a garden background.

"Where are the stars? So shahdu looks like."

"Oh this? Again at the cafe. Toss at home. " He then showed the surrounding conditions with many colorful Tumbler lights. Pretty impressive.

"Tomorrow we'll have dinner there, baby, yeah" said Rayi. Rayi's sister is in the middle of her house. I memorized his couch.

"So, Starling is alone? Didn't you take Rayi with Roger's sister?"

"They don't want to. I want to be alone, anyway."

"Cie wants to be alone. You're upset why else, bro?" ask Brother Roger.

"Dissapper!"

"Ye, I've noticed, even rude. I can't be roughened," whined Brother Roger with a clear face. The two men were able to make my laughter explode.

But it didn't last long, because I immediately stopped laughing and sharpened my hearing.

"Why, Bil?" asked Rayi who saw the atmosphere of my face change.

"Did you hear me?" ask them. The three men were silent, with the same expression bringing their phones closer together.

"What horrors?" ask the Star.

"Someone tapped on my bedroom window" I whispered as I turned to the place I was talking about.

"What you really are, Bil. Don't joke, " said Brother Roger.

"Try the check, Bill. Maybe just a prankster," asked Kak Bintang.

"Eh, don't baby! Let alone. Cuekin!" ban Brother Rayi.

"So how about it, I check it or not!"

"Geek!"

"Don't!"

"Jeez, you two are fighting. Bill, check, while pointing the screen to it. Let's see together!" brother Roger.

I finally said Brother Roger. I then moved slowly. Trying not to make the slightest sound. Closer to the window that has been closed since I entered.

I opened the wooden window slowly, now the stretch of trees was visible in front of my eyes. Even though it was night, but because of the full moon, the situation outside was able to see clearly. But there's something there. On a tree that looks foreign to me. It's just that I assume it's another tree shadow that's in the shape of a large body. My phone screen is looking forward. The three of them could also see what was in front of me.

"Wuih, it's dark and lonely. Really, it's like we're camping again" Roger said in amazement.

"Bil, what is it?" brother Rayi asked pointing in a direction that I did not understand.

"Where?" my many.

"On top of the tree!"

Degh's! I automatically started not feeling good. Because if what Kak Rayi meant was the place I had just seen, then it was a strange thing. Because now that I noticed, the dark shadow that I thought was a collection of trees, actually had a red dot in a symmetrical place. Like a pair of glowing red eyes.

"Bil, close the window!" tell Kak Bintang.