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Part 28 Where's Papa going?
"Dagon?" It's been ringing in my head ever since Zahra and I came home from the river this afternoon. The sun will soon return to its quarrel. I who had been sitting on the front yard swing just silently followed the motion of the object I was sitting on since. Not a swing like the usual one at Kindergarten school, but a swing made by Zahra's father for the little ones here. Made from scrap tires, and tied to a rope and connected to a tree trunk near the house. What a very comfortable atmosphere. Even if there was this thing in my house, I would sit in the yard every afternoon.
Papa hasn't come home yet, I'm starting to worry about their situation. Many times the flat screen in my grasp was always staring at. I hope Papa gives you news, whatever it is. While all my messages haven't reached him yet. Maybe Papa and the others are in a place where there is no cell phone signal.
The afternoon atmosphere is indeed a good time for children to play outside the house. Things I rarely see around my house. Because I'm an only child and because I live in a residential complex with high gates in each building. There is no hospitality offered by everyone. Different from here. Although some people sometimes look at me strangely, maybe because I am a stranger, and rarely anyone from outside this area visits.
Dagons. Out of curiosity, I surfed the name online. My forehead shriveled reading so many things about Dagon. This creature is either just a wreath or it is real, out there Dagon is said to be a God.
"God of fish?!" I murmured after reading that long sentence.
"But ... Grandma Sanja why mention that name, huh? If it refers to the creature that flew over me yesterday, this explanation is completely unsuitable for Dagon!" I went back to discussing with myself. It is common to happen when you are confused. Moreover, the name Dagon itself was the first time I heard. He's not a vampire or wendigo. Maybe he was one of the gods.
"Hm, gods can be evil too. But this is the god of fish. Can time fly? The Torani fish incarnation? It doesn't make sense!" I dismissed all the possibilities that had just passed in my head. As far as I know, the Torani is the only fish that can fly.
"Eh, that voice, like the flapping of a big bird's wing!" Another fact is back. Makes me really sure that Dagon is not a fish god. But some kind of bird? Ah, it's possible.
Aunt Jean came out the door. Sweeps the gaze in all directions, and ends up smiling when looking at me. He approached while carrying something in his hand. Looks food.
A plate covered with banana leaves was now clearly visible in front of me. "That's what, auntie?" I asked as soon as he sat on the wooden chair, in front of me.
"Now, you have to try. It's called Manday." The banana leaf was opened and displayed food that looked foreign to me.
"Well, I think manday's a typical regional weapon here, auntie."
Aunt Jean glanced at me as if. "That's mandau!" he said while glaring and raising his tone. It made me laugh after a long time in this place. Aunt Jean, who was initially anxious about my attitude, laughed as she pressed my nose. "You're! What a pinter!"
"Yes that's not it, aunt. I don't know about the mandau, I know mandau" I explained.
"You are weird. Women instead prefer and are attracted to the same sharp weapons, martial arts, ckckck. Who was your reincarnation, Bil! Wonder women times, yes." The laughter of the two of us just came back.
Manday in the hands of Aunt Jean we started to taste, it tasted quite good. I just found out, that Manday is from a cemped skin. Wow, something completely new. Actually if this type of food, I've enjoyed it, jogja gudeg. But it tastes sweet and delicious. Well, apparently I like manday. I haven't seen mandau since yesterday.
"Auntie ... What really happened to God? Papa, Opa, what would Om Gio do to that place?" manya curious. Because I haven't got any news and any information, what and what they're doing there. Even the place I don't know where.
"Hm. Auntie doesn't know, too, Bil. Clearly, the death of a God was not purely an accident. You suspect that he was intentionally harmed. But how and by whom, we don't know. Therefore, they look for any traces or information that may be left on the scene.
"If Rani says, God has no enemies at all, Bil. He's a good guy, he helps people a lot, even if he's always moving, but everywhere he goes, he never makes trouble."
"Auntie ... Sometimes bad people to us are not always because we are bad too, right? Maybe there are those who do not like or hate the same God, it could be, right?"
Aunt Jean nodded while daydreaming. "You really are too. I don't think Nabila is big. Papa you must be proud to have a child like you."
"Ah, aunt could have!"
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Until night, Papa hasn't come home yet or there's even news. Until finally the younger brother om Dewa came with a frenzy. He was the one who took Papa, Opa, and Om Gio to that place. But why did he come home alone?
"Why are you, Opon?" asked a man with gray hair all over his hair, he's the grandfather of the Om God.
"Grandfather, they ... They're lost in the woods!" he said pointing outwards. Everyone was shocked and flocked to him with a series of questions. Me and Aunt Jean tried to break through the crowd in front.
"Om, why? Why is my papa?!" tanyaku seriously.
"Ma ... Papa you, as well as everyone lost in the forest," he explained as he stuttered, and tried to neutralize his nearly exhausted breath.
"You can do it, Om! Why is it missing?!" my peek.
"Bec ... I don't know either. As we were walking down the road to the cliff, suddenly there was smoke. I thought, they were still in place while waiting for the smoke to disappear, but after an hour, the smoke disappeared, they were gone too!"
I looked at aunt Jean. "Well then, let me find my Papa!" I said then leave the crowd. Aunt Jean yelled at me even to the point of following me into the room.
"Bil, don't be reckless! It's already night. Where are you going?!" preventably.
"I can't do it, aunt. I need to find Papa. My feelings aren't good. I'm afraid something's happened to them."
"Yes aunt understands. But we can't go out at night like this. We're leaving tomorrow morning, auntie's coming! Okay?" aunt Jean asked as she looked into my two eyes deeply. I thought for a moment and nodded.