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The Part 27 Dagon

The cold made my body more comfortable with the blanket. From above my head felt the wind that was blowing quite strong. Making this cold even more intense. The sunlight slowly began to disturb my sleep. Especially with the voice of the chat Aunty Rani and Aunt Jean, I realized that it was morning. But I'm still sleepy.

"Nr ... Marginalised. Your phone sounds." Aunty Jean's voice made me come back from dreamland and blink. Slowly opened my eyes and tried to grab the flat object that had been shaking on the nightstand beside me.

Brother Rayi!

"Yes hello?"

"Morning, dear," said a voice from across.

"In the first place call her," grumbled. I was upset. 

"Eh, early morning? Hey baby, what time is it trying? Look tuh! Ish, definitely not awake yet, and still stinking!"

I stared at the screen of the phone and looked up. "God! 8 O'clock!" agreed, directly sitting on the mattress with disheveled hair. Then look around. Aunt Jean and Aunt Rani chuckle at me. They look fresh with wet hair.

"Auntie ... How am I not built?" I'm a little sulking.

"You slept well, Bil. So we can't wake him up. Moreover, you are delirious a lot."

"...."

"Hello? Margot? Darling?" Brother Rayi's screams made me realize that there was someone across there that I was forgetting about.

"Eh. Yes, sis. How's it?" Back this flat screen I put in my ears.

"Bathletic hunt. Breakfast breakfast. I went to school."

"Eh, yes. I'm at this school, right?"

"Udah, but Miss Helina hasn't come yet."

"Oh, okay. Yes, I want to take a shower first. Bye, Rayi's sister."

"Yes, bye Nabila dear."

Phone terminated. I took a deep breath and slowly breathed it out. It is so refreshing to the morning air in this place. The window of the room seemed to be a magnet and made my body automatically walk to the light source in this room. A cold wind hit my skin, fresh and soothing. I closed my eyes, feeling every cold sensation the universe offered.

"Ih, the girls were even put in front of the window. Shower, gih!" said Aunt Rani.

"Cold ah, aunt. It must be ice!" my elak hugged my own body. It feels like this air is more suitable to enjoy a cup of warm tea while looking at the atmosphere of the forest there. Well, the atmosphere of the forest ahead. Now my smile just faded when I remembered how gripping life was out there last night. "Eum, where's Papa, Auntie?" I asked to look at the two adult women who were discussing about the death of Om Dewa yesterday.

"There's that on the porch." Aunt Jean pointed outwards with her chin. Because both of his hands were holding a cup filled with warm tea. The smell of melancholy felt so thick.

"When are we going home, auntie?" ask again.

"Eum, if it's not wrong we should be here three days, Bil. Opa Hans wanted to be here first, while the tahlilan event for Om Dewa was held. So at least three more days we go home" explained Aunt Jean. " Pity Aunt Rani too, if there are no friends here, right?" And that last sentence made me understand. Indeed, as long as I see, the position of Aunt Rani like nothing here. Though she is the legitimate wife of Om Dewa.

"I'll find Papa first." My soles began to step on the wooden floor, cold as dew. Once out of the room, the atmosphere in the corridor looked crowded, some relatives Om Dewa then passed by. From middle-aged mothers, young children to the elderly. I kept looking for where Papa was. His voice started to sound as I walked towards the living room. They were on the front page.

Cigarette smoke seemed to disguise their existence, but as soon as I emerged from behind the door, Papa immediately turned off the cigarette in his hand and approached. "August, baby. You up?" asked Papa and pulled me into his arms. I just want to enjoy a moment that rarely happens. The smell of Papa's perfume mixed with his cigarette smoke, it makes me feel peace.

"Morning, Pa. Just got." A hug was released, I looked at Om Gio and Opa Hans who were having a serious discussion. "Tell me what? Really serious?" ask soon.

"Eum, we're talking about the death of God."

"What's the matter, Pa? Is something wrong?"

"I ...."

"Can't come. You should be here with Aunt Jean and Aunt Rani. They need your help here. Because for one week, there will be a prayer event together for Om Dewa."

I took a deep breath and breathed it rough. "OKay?" tanya Papa confirmed.

"Yeah, Okay," I said resigned but it feels not willing if the division of duties like this. Is it because I'm a girl? Ah, an act of discrimination once.

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Now I'm in a room that has managed to give you a real nightmare last night. Kitchen. Well, it's a woman's job to dwell in the kitchen. There will be plenty of cooked food for the show tonight. Here almost all women play a role with their respective duties. Peeling down, chopping, selecting vegetables, or cutting parts of cut meat or chicken. I just kept quiet as I watched the adult women concoct food with the typical chatter of women their age.

"Bil, you go with Zahra just wash the utensils for the night," point Aunt Rani to a box containing dishes and melamine glasses are quite a lot. "To the river, the water is clear. The place is wide, you'll love it." Aunt Rani looked at a girl who was the same age as me that I just knew her name was Zahra. Head nodding automatically. It feels like the work Papa gave me was not fun. I'd rather go with the three of them.

Zahra started walking first, carrying the box. It is not heavy because it is not made of glassware. Apparently the river that Aunty Rani is referring to is quite far from home. Along the way were only the rows of trees I saw. Zahra as a tour guide provides an explanation and experience during her stay in this place. He seems to be quite friendly, and kind.

The sound of water ripples sounded. I began to be enthusiastic because I wanted to see how the view of the river like what was described by Zahra earlier. "That's it!" point Zahra down on us. One word I was able to describe when I saw the clear water line below us. "Wow."

Zahra immediately ran small down, passing through the cobblestone streets with agility. I followed with a sense of happiness that had already arisen. At the riverbank, I followed him immediately. As a result we play water, flush each other and hold hands against the swift currents.

"Ra, how do you live in the village? Exciting, huh?" I asked when we started washing the furniture.

"Well, come on, Bil. Exclaims. But every place, whether a village or a city, there must be a plus and a minus."

"What is the minus in living in the village, Ra? The feeling of the phone signal can still come in," I said guess with a pretentious tau.

"Yes. Precisely we are not so interested in the same gadget, sometimes I want to go to the city to watch movies or take a walk to the mall. It's far away, Bil."

"Oh yes too. But if I live in the village I feel right at home. Can play water in the gini river, so exciting!" I said enthusiastically.

"Yes if the sun appears mah, exclaim. But if the sun has sunk yes .. serem," Zahra whispered.

His words immediately caught my attention. I think it's a good time to discuss last night's events that I experienced. "Rep, Ra. Do you often experience serem?" many doubt.

"Yes good, Bill. Especially in our village is quite far from the road, many trees and places that are haunted. A month ago, I was passing by. Huh. spooky!"

"Eh, if mariban? Ever seen?" my many.

"Oh, not yet, it's just that my mother sometimes likes to appear on certain nights, so we can't go out at night."

I shut up and tried to digest the words. Means that last night figure is already used to roaming here. So I don't have to exaggerate this matter.

"Eh, said father ... Last night you were bullied?" ask Zahra enthusiastically. I looked at him and nodded slowly. "How is he?" tanyanya enthusiastic.

"Granny grandma. Just like ordinary people. I thought your brother. So don't think it's a ghost."

"Oh, don't-don't Nek Sanja."

'Who's grandmother Sanja?"

"He is our ancestor. Indeed, often appearing, sometimes even he appears because he wants to protect family members. Maybe last night someone wanted to bother you, so Nek Sanja came."

"Hm, maybe."

The sound of the flapping of wings above distracts me. I looked up and got something passing above us. Something big, and it feels the same as I saw before. "Dagon!" a voice sounded in my ear. The voice of an aged woman. I swept my eyes around, in one of the big trees not far from us, there was someone hiding. Old lady, like ... Nek Sanja?!