SANTRIKU STREET
the Part 31 KANG AGUS

Pov agus

My name is Agus salira. I was one of the students at the Nurul Hasanah boarding school.My parents' house is far away, requires that I can only go home once a year.

I went to this boarding school for a long time, almost over a decade. I have suggested several times to move from here, according to him so that my knowledge, and my understanding can be broad, my experience can increase, but I have not agreed, because there is a sense of concern, because there is a sense of concern, when you need to get out of your comfort zone.

In this cottage, although far from the parents, I did not feel any distress, many neighbors of boarding school, who cared even consider me to be his son. So for the matter of eating, I was not too worried. so when I moved out of Nurul Hasanah boarding school, I was afraid to start something, from scratch again. But even so, do not rule out the possibility. someday I will leave the place, which has raised me. to seek insight and experience in other huts, but for now Let it be, just leave it, and let it be, I have enjoyed my struggles for over 8 years.

When I heard Kang Arif telling me about the so-called pocong.I just smiled at the story, because actually pocong so-genesis, only exist in the fairy tale, only in the simple, I've never heard of pocong so those events are the science of pesugihan. This incident once befell my village, after investigation it turned out it was just a prankster, who was lazy to work. They seek to profit from the fears of others.

Especially after seeing the incident last night, the incident of the house of one of the residents who was visited by the pocong, it turns out there is one access that can enter his house. the time where my village in terror pocong so-so. different events are just the way and style, which is now more modern. because maybe this crime continues to be studied, so that the way it works is more elegant, more elegant, more like the original pocong.

After parting ways, Kang Andi and Kang dalari. I kept walking, down the big road, towards Kang Arif's house.

The call "kang" is usually in Sunda it is to call people older than us. But when in the cottage, we all call each other Akang, but when in the cottage, we all call each other Akang, because this is a form of mutual respect, the young must respect the old, and the old must love the young. so the call of Akang for the age that is below us, it is a learning for them, so that they understand How to respect.

Arriving at the yard of the house, seen Mr. Kang Arif who was fixing the door, which was broken into by his son last night.

"Assalamualaikum, sir!" my broom while kissing the back of his hand.

"Waalaikumsalam, Eh, jang Agus, where are his friends?" asked Mr. Kang Arif was surprised, when he saw me just coming alone.

"Have gone home first, sir, they have their own events, which cannot be ignored" I replied explaining.

"Yes, go in! You want to betulin first broken door hinges." bargained Mr. Kang Arif.

I did not answer him, but as much as possible I helped Mr. Kang Arif, fix the door. punctuated with chatter that happened last night. because Mr. Kang Arif, can not go anywhere, can not go anywhere, remembering her sick son.

After finishing the door was fixed, with cooperation. eventually the door could be closed perfectly, like the beginning before it was broken by Kang Arif.

Before long Kang Arif came out, carrying 3 cups of coffee, along with fried yam, on a tray. And then kept it in the living room.

"Let's make the stomach first, the rice may not be ripe" said Mr. Kang Arif while tidying up his work tools.then approached the place where the coffee was served.

"Well, rif?" I asked to look at the Kang Arif sitting in front of me.

"Thank God, Kang. I'm not sick, I'm just surprised!" kang Arif replied, smiling shyly in light of last night's events.

The three of us also enjoyed coffee and fried sweet potatoes, as the beginning of food that goes into the stomach today, interspersed with stories that terrorize Cikadu Village.

At 07.30. After breakfast, at home kang arif.I also say goodbye, to his family, to go home first, to the boarding house.report What really happened in this Cikadu village, the same Akang Oman.

I was about to go home alone, but Kang Arif forced me to come back to the cottage. Even though I banned him, told him to rest first.

Seeing seriousness. I can't do much either. Finally we both say goodbye, same parents Kang Arif. and promise, Later tonight. will come back here again, to help the citizens as much as possible.

At 08.00. I and Kang Arif arrived at the boarding school, seen one of the students who approached, telling me that I was called to the house akang. despite the drowsiness that enveloped the soul, the, but I kept my feet in his house.

"Assalamualaikum" I said, when I got to the door of the man who became my teacher in the cottage.

"Copy, Gus?" after seeing me sitting down.

"Udah, kang. thank you! do you want to coffee?" I asked back, while still keeping my eyes down.

"May" he answered briefly.

I got up, from my seat, to the kitchen to prepare coffee for Mr. Kyai, after the coffee so, I took him back to the living room, where he was waiting.

"Please bring! fried ulinya. It's a pity no one eats." orders Akang Oman.

I nodded, then went back to the kitchen, took what he asked for and put it on the table.

After everything was enough, I sat back in front of him, without daring to raise my head. I don't know why it could be like that, but we often chat, because he often asked for a massage, but I still did not dare to look at him, even not to stare, just glanced at him I could not afford.

"Have you eaten?, if you haven't already eaten there in the kitchen!" asked Akang, while sipping coffee that is still hot.

"Alhamdulillah, it's Kang"

"Well, did you want to?" haggling while bringing a pack of cigarettes in front of me.

I only shook my head - a sign of rejecting his offer, although I often merok0k. but did not dare, When Should menok0k in front of him.

"Oh yes, why dalari can come to Cikadu village?" akang asked, while lashing the ashtray, with the skirt0k in his hand.

"Sorry kang, Agus. who invited him to come, blessings in the follow, suspicion of Agus, about the so-called pocong events are getting stronger." I replied a little lying, for fear he Akang scolded dalari.

"What suspicions?" akang asked, looking curiously at me.

I also began to tell the incident from the beginning to depart, until the incident, when we were intercepted pocong.I tell all the same my teacher, no one was missed.

"Yes, from the beginning Akang was also suspicious, this is not a pocong pesugihan. Now the problem is, who is the person who can do vile, like that. take advantage of the weaknesses of others, as an advantage." explained akang.

"Keep our plan, next how, kang." Ask for an opinion.

"Now that we have not been able to do much, we must continue to monitor what happens as well as find out the mastermind behind all the terror" suggested Akang Oman.

"So, I have to go back to Cikadu?" many ensure.

"Yes, you must continue to monitor the situation there. God willing, there will be clues that lead, who is the real perpetrator."

"I can, invite the people that I invited last night." ask me to ask for an opinion again, considering Akang looks objected when I invite dalari.

"May, but you must be able to ensure their safety, and they must also sincerely carry out their obligations. And this can be a valuable lesson for them going forward." I'm sure, maybe his views changed, when I told him the courage of the dalari, who threw a pocong with a stone.

The chat continued, with the discussion of strange events, which befell the residents of Cikadu Village. let alone while chatting akang asked for a massage, because it had been a week I had not massaged it. made our chat even more difficult.

I was massaging Akang. This was one of my great joys.because I could stare at him, even if only from behind, staring at the figure I admired with his extraordinary personality.