Pickup Transportation
Part 35: Mess 3
“Pah.” Pak Ari's wife kissed her husband's hand when he got home, Pak Ari looked tired, his wife brought her bag and also her husband's shoes to put, give warm tea, and his wife, then sit down to just chat for a while accompany her husband to rest for a while before taking a shower.
“Mah, how was it, Bi Iyem came?” Mr. Ari asked.
“Come, help Mom, it works great, just don't want to nginep aja.”
“Iya, did Papa already say he does not want nginep.”
“Yes, if nginep, right, so it's better, if the nights need anything, he can help.”
“Kan, if night is Papah.”
“If Papah overtime how?”
“Why don't you dare to be alone?”
“No, right, this is a new place, so if anyone can chat better.”
“Yaudah, Papah is also not overtime.”
“Iya-iya, Mamah ready for dinner yes, Papah take a shower first.” Yes for a while Mah, still feeling tired.
Then his wife Pak Ari rushed to the kitchen and warmed food for Pak Ari.
“Akbar, don't run.” Sounding from the front of Mr. Ari asked Akbar not to run.
Mr. Ari looks upset because Akbar did not hear his father's words, he still goes back and forth running.
His wife slowly walked closer to the living room, she peeked, her husband was looking straight ahead, right, Akbar was running back and forth.
“Accbar! Don't run! Already malem!” Mr. Ari shouted louder.
Akbar stopped running and looked straight at Pak Ari's wife, to his surprise, Pak Ari's wife fell and made Pak Ari hurriedly approach her.
“Mah, why? why fall? Slipset?” Mr. Ari asked as he approached her.
But his wife Pak Ari was still looking ahead with a frightened look, Akbar was still staring fixedly at his mama. His wife Pak Ari pointed towards Akbar, her husband who was trying to help wake her up.
“Why Mah, Akbar why?” Pak Ari looked towards Akbar who was still staring fixedly at his mama.
“Dia .. not Akbar.” After saying that, his wife Pak Ari changed the direction of his hands from the front of the living room, to the left, which is the direction of the dining table.
Mr. Ari fell, he saw his son was eating there while reading a book. When he looked again at the living room where he saw a boy like his son, it was gone, but there was a trace of a typical laughing voice of a child and a cold wind blew left from there.
“Pah, Mah, why?” Akbar asked from the dining table, he looked at the two fallen ghosts.
“Nothing, Nak.” Pak Ari's wife tried to cover it up for not wanting to involve him in such a scary thing.
“Pah, take a shower first, we talk about it later yes.” His wife got up and tried to be calm.
“Iya Mah, but, Papah open the door yes.”
“Hah? It's up to.” It turned out that facing this, a strong man like Pak Ari could also be scared.
“Akbar dear, the bobo is the same Mamah yes.” His wife Pak Ari spoke to his son and Pak Ari rushed to take a bath. She was afraid her son would be bullied, so she wanted her son to sleep with her and Mr. Ari.
“No want, Akbar want bobo in his own room.” Akbar refused.
“Akbar denger Mamah, this is a new house, Akbar is not afraid?”
“No, why fear? Yesterday aja Akbar sleep alone dare.”
“Emang Akbar don't hear anything?”
“Denger what?”
“Kayak these strange sounds.”
“No, Akbar want bobo in his own room only, narrow if bobo same Mamah.” Akbar refused and his wife Pak Ari could not persuade anymore.
“Yaudah if so, Akbar Mamah temenin bobonya in Akbar's room ya.”
“No! temen Akbar does not like if there is Mamah or Papah in Akbar's room.”
“Akbar's menu? Meaning?”
“Mah, Akbar sleepy, Akbar sleep first, alone yes, Mah.” Akbar then rushed to run to the room, Pak Ari's wife felt something strange, who was the friend he meant?
“Eat first Pah.”
Mr. Ari has finished bathing and getting dressed, his wife is waiting for Mr. Ari for dinner.
“Iya Mah, cook what?”
“Fried chicken same vegetable sop.”
Mr. Ari took a plate filled with rice from his wife's hand and took the side dish and vegetables.
“Pah, it's the fourth day we stay here, as long as it's Mamah feels something strange.” Pak Ari's wife actually did not want to complain, but just now the incident that confused them happened.
“Papah knows, but it will be difficult to move, Mah. Let's just say, ‘dia’ just wants to get acquainted.”
“Iya, Mamah also did not ask to move, but Mamah felt ‘anak’, not only wanted to get acquainted, Mamah felt there was something scary when she appeared in the form of Akbar.”
Then his wife Pak Ari told him all the events he experienced, starting from the glass he washed changed position and ‘Akbar’ which slammed the door when he came home last afternoon.
“We should what Mah?”
“We have not moved since we moved for a while, how about we invite Ustad, then there is a study here Pah?”
“Oh yes, really, since moving we have not been a seletan, do not think anyway Mah, all acquaintances ama neighbor.”
“Iya Mah, Papah agrees.”
“Yaudah continue eating, Pah, then we rest.”
…
Mr. Ari had already left for work, Bi Iyem had just arrived, while Akbar was playing with some of the neighboring children in the courtyard. For a young child, adapting to a new environment is sometimes easier.
“Bi, please send me to the house Mr. RT yes.”
“Loh, haven't reported the transfer, Bu?”
“Udah if report moved, mah. I want to stay in this house.”
“Most review?”
“Iya.”
“Why, Mom?”
“Kok why, me and my husband, right, just moved, this house is also long time not placed, so I want to study alone, let the place and we feel at home.”
“Emang there is a long stay plan, Bu?”
“Yes don't know, did Pak Ari just mutated.”
“Not scared, Mom?”
“You from yesterday said fear, fear mulu, what's wrong, anyway?” Finally Pak Ari's wife was curious.
“Gini loh Bu, this is a very old house not placed, if the old house is empty, usually the place is invisible, so bu.”
“Surely it was just that?”
“Iya Ma'am, what else?”
Bu Ari wondered if it was necessary to tell Bi Iyem.
“No, nothing.” He decided not to tell, afraid even Bi Iyem did not feel at home and finally left him alone.
“Yaudah, want to go to the house of Mr RTnya now?” Bi Iyem asked.
“Iya now aja.”
Then the wife of Pak Ari and Bi Iyem went to Pak RT's house without Akbar, because he was playing in the front yard with his peers.
After arriving at Mr. RT's house, Mr. Ari's wife said hello, opened the door by Ms. RT, then welcome to enter and call Mr. RT.
“What's up, Mom?” Mr. RT asked, for Mr. RT is not working, he is a retired TNI, his old age is spent by serving with his village.
“Gini Sir, Bu RT. I just moved, right. So, my husband and I intend to hold a study at home, yes just a salvation because they just moved.”
“Oh yes, kirain what is.” Words are quite strange, why should so hard Mr. RT see the arrival of new residents of the house.
“Iya Sir, would like to ask permission also ngundag neighbors to attend the study later.”
“When is the plan?”
“Thursday Sir, after Magrib. So these two days me and Bi Iyem get ready first the need.”
“Oh yes, can, Ustadnya already invited too?”
“Not Sir, Can you help invite? If not a hassle, yes, Mr.”
“Iya-iya can, later I call Ustad Arif for the content of his studies.”
“Wah, thank you very much, Sir.”
“Iya both. How to stay there?” a common question asked for people who have just moved.
“Betah Pak, Alhamdulillah.”
“Not scared?” Again that question.
“What to fear there, sir?” Mr. Ari's wife asked.
“Indeed no one told you about that house?”
“Tell me what yes, Sir?”
Bi Iyem was seen glancing at Bu RT and Bu RT finally understood, patting her husband to be quiet.
“That's a really old house not occupied, Mom, so yes usually people are afraid if they live in a place that is long empty. I see, Bu.” Bu RT gave the answer exactly as Bi Iyem said.
“Yes sir, I'm not afraid. Ask for help sir, sorry ngerepotin.”
Mr. Ari's wife knew there was something they were hiding, but her curiosity was outweighed by her fear, why did she know that being scared and uncomfortable, she hoped after the recitation, after the recitation, the disturbances of ‘anak it’ do not appear again.
Then Mr. Ari's wife came home with Bi Iyem, they both wanted to prepare all the needs for the study, including shopping for food for home delivery, usually people call it, besek selametan.
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Author's Note :
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