Pickup Transportation
Part 36: Mess 4
“I wonder bu.” Bi Iyem finally expressed what puzzled him. Today he decided to stay, because tomorrow there is a review event, so he must help his employer to cook, there are some food ordered to catering, some are cooked at home. For example, rice.
“Why, Bi?” His wife Ari asked.
“Kok nasi mushy continues yes, even though the dose is in accordance loh.”
“Hah?” His wife Pak Ari checked into the back of the house, because this is cooking for recitation, they cook at the back of the house to be more flexible, two neighbors also help, he said, that was also the reason Bi Iyem dared to stay over, because it was crowded.
“Liat deh, ma'am, strange yes, this is the second dish, I finally put salt in a bowl in this rice cooker pot so that the water can be absorbed, Mom. But this is the second dish, the water I lack, let's not like the first, but it's still the same.” Bi Iyem complained at length, His wife Pak Ari was just stunned staring at the rice, in her heart, is this a supernatural job?
“I also don't understand.”
“Bu, before moving here do not ask questions first?” a neighbor who lived to the right of Mr. Ari's house asked.
“No Ma'am, only my husband did say that the house was empty for a long time, but when checked the house is still good, then the contents can still be used, so I feel yasudah, enough. I don't think of anything else.” Mr. Ari's wife regretted that, this assessment did not make it heavy, but the disturbance was what made her worried.
“Now, already at home here?” The neighbor asked again.
A little doubtful, but there is no harm in a little alluding to the problem.
“I feel see a boy, here, look like my son, but not.” That was what Mr. Ari's wife said, to see the reaction of her neighbors.
“Is the child, looking shabby?” The neighbor asked back.
“Betul and his legs .. look very dirty, I really think it's my son, because it's very similar. Only, my child is usually never so dirty if playing.”
“Bi Iyem don't tell you about this house?” the neighbor asked again.
“No dare, Bu.”
“What's up, Mom? Can you please tell me?” Mr. Ari's wife looks very frustrated.
“Have been a while, I used to make the fire yes, so that it can mateng perfect and we can chat first, Mom, that potato balado also let down first fire like my rendang.” The neighbor's mother called the mother of another neighbor whose house was on the right side of her house.
after that the four of them went into the house and sat at the dining table which could indeed be for the six people, even though Pak Ari was a small family, he said, but his wife likes things that are large capacity.
Ms. Ari provides warm tea and also baked brownies to make the conversation more relaxed.
"So, what's the matter with this house, ma'am?" His wife Pak Ari repeated the unanswered question as well.
"Since I moved into that house, about ten years ago, it's been empty." The neighbor opened the bullet.
"I moved out after that Mom, so the same, the house is empty." The other neighbor's mother also spoke.
"But, have you never felt anything .. bother from this house?" Pak Ari's wife said it in a whisper, as if afraid that there were 'other' heard.
"Well, I'll tell you what we've been through while living next door to this house.
Me and also all the neighbors here all almost know, that ... this is a cursed house."
"Well?!" He had only thought that this house was haunted, but he did not expect that it was much heavier.
"We've seen a lot of bad people come here." The neighbor continued.
"I don't understand anymore, Mom."
"So, look, we used to see bad guys come, then stay overnight here and the next time he left, not long after, that bad guy who came here, that, it'll definitely make a profit, like a collapsed durian."
"What kind of advantage?" His wife Pak Ari asked in confusion.
"Because whether by chance or not, the enemy or competitor of the bad guy, died a terrible death." The neighbor's mother spoke with a horrified face.
"Astagfirefull!"
At the same time, Akbar's voice called out.
"Mom, Akbar is hungry."
His wife Pak Ari finally got up and will soon take the plate.
"Bar, are you home? Inspiration also come home, huh?" The neighbor's mother asked because her son Ilham and his father Ilham had gone to the field at the end of the village along with Akbar.
The neighbor's phone rang.
[Well, why call Ham, are you home?] The neighbor's mother turned out to be on her son's phone.
[Not yet ma'am, just want to say the house is a bit maleman, because said dad want to watch a ball match between villages first.]
[Oh, yaudah, why wasn't Akbar invited? kasian, go home alone. ]
[Akbar is here with us.] As soon as the body of the neighbor's mother trembled and limp, she no longer dared to stare at 'Akbar'.
Then the boy, who had just been standing near the television room facing the dining room, ran again towards the bathroom.
"Bar!" His wife Pak Ari called, because Akbar suddenly ran away.
"Mom!!!" Neighbor's mother pulled Mr. Ari's wife's arm so she wouldn't chase after the boy who looked like Akbar.
"Why, Mom?" The neighbor's mother gave her mobile phone to Pak Ari's wife, who was immediately taken by her and brought close to the ear.
[Mah, Akbar came home maleman yes, Akbar watched the ball first with Ilham and his father.] Instantly it made his wife Pak Ari munduf and sat down.
"You all saw that 'Akbar', right?" His wife Pak Ari made sure and all nodded.
"Mom, I go home first huh, that's my stove matiin first, that's my abis straight home." The neighbor's mother on the right said without waiting for an answer.
"Mother? you, Bi?" His wife Pak Ari asked the two people who were still there, in this situation, who would dare to be in that house?
"Honestly I don't dare to stay here, just like this, we turn off the stove, take a few dishes, continue tomorrow the cooking, tomorrow morning once after the dawn prayer, we continue, we continue, meanwhile Mom just stayed at my runway, Bi Iyem came home. How!"
"Yes, I agree." Without a doubt his wife Pak Ari replied.
Then they cleaned up all the dishes and hurriedly went to the neighbor's house.
...
around 9 pm Ilham, father yes Ilham and Akbar came home, Pak Ari also came home at a similar hour.
Lately Mr. Ari likes to come home late.
"Mom, why are you even in the neighboring house, he said he wanted to prepare food for study tomorrow." Pak Ari asked his wife who looked tired, Akbar was asleep, but Pak Ari's wife forced Akbar to sleep in his room.
So now they're sleeping in the same room.
"More, Pah. They all saw the boy, who liked to disguise himself as Akbar."
"Again?"
"Yes, Mama's scared, Pah."
"Mah ...."
"Yes Mamah knows, we have money for yesterday's move, renov the house and add kitchen equipment, Mamah just complains, Pah."
"Patience, Mah. Tomorrow, right, the study, who knows after that this house becomes more comfortable fan quiet."
"But, Pah, Mamah is the terror of his mother Ilham, our neighbor who Papag picked up Mamah, he bilabg if this house ... damned!"
"Huss, don't be weird talking about it."
"It's not Mamah who said it, Pah, but the people here, Mamah thought so ...."
"Udah malem, Papah tired of going to sleep, can we not talk about it first?" Mr. Ari then cleared his pillow and prepared to sleep, leaving his wife who was still in a state of anxiety.