Suddenly Chased by Satan
Mr. Sarmin's House
Ridho and I didn't get back on the bus at midnight. We're going to find a man whose name is Mr. Sarmin. Not Sarimin, no. Watch out for do not get me wrong, ntar who has a name can be angry.
After the coffee and filling the stomach with mendoan hot and make it dibilan we together go to the house sir Sarimin, eh sir Sarmin
Maap moon. Oh yeah, we go it's already paid for food in the stall mbak Luri ya. All are paid the same kangmas, including those eaten or drunk bang Muklis and Perdi.
Betewe, what is the fate of the ticket that makes Muklis willing to queue and make a foot tremor? the answer is yes only in the same bag as Ridho, noh in his back pocket!
Aing anyway want to auction the ticket, but this kangmasku is not impatient to meet sir Sarimin, had sir Sarmin! This mouth loves grubbing. Back again yes, aing want the ticket can be sold again, it is not enough mubadzir. But how else, the prospective family priest asked me begonoh right yes we have participated yes. Itung-itung latian again became the wife of the sholekha.
"Dho, are you sure that person can help us?" my question, while hitchhiking and swerving my handsome gap from behind.
"Yes sure not yet, Va! but look at it first. There's no way we're going to Neng Luri,"
"Whataaaaa?? did you say whataaaaaaaaa?" I'm half tereak.
"Astaghfirlah, hot Va's ears treakin!" ridho Protest.
"It was only a rimpet doang elaah. Don't be so grumpy, Va! ntar cepet wrinkle!" continued Ridho.
"Keep me first. I mean, when we did, we went to mbak Luri. It's not good, like we open old wounds he's like, Va! after all, it was the worst part of his life" Ridho said again.
"Vaaaaa?" Ridho called, because daritadi aing diem-diem bae.
"Don't sulk ah, more ugly tau! anyways, we're here of your own accord, Va. Make your nolongin temen, I only help you to keep your mission. Besides, instead of you asking for Karan's help, it's safer for me, Va!" clearly Ridho.
"Iyaaaaa.." I tied my hand to Ridho's stomach. Because the air is very cold even though I already wear a jacket, the wind is still like translucent to the skin.
So it's obvious, Grandma Darmi wants to help me get lost in the woods maybe because of Karla's request. And Karla wants to push her grandmother maybe because she's the same granddaughter as Ridho who asked Karla to help me get out of the captivity of the demits. Plus, he did not know that Ridho did not have any feelings for him.
And after all, Grandma Darmi where to help me. But God has another way, it turns out that with our departure from the house of Wati we are found also with good people like bang Muklis and bang Perdi. I really hope Mr. Sarmin can help Mbak Sena out of the forbidden forest.
Unknowingly the motor we ride has arrived at the destination. Bang Muklis and bang Perdi have already come down from the bike.
"This is his house, Bang?" asked Ridho who got off the bike after mastiin I already makap land first. He held his bag again on his back.
"Yes, this is his house!" answer Bang muklis.
"Oh yeah, the key, Bang! afraid to forget!" said Ridho while turning the key to the motor.
"Oh yes, this is for bang Muklis and also bang Perdi. What for him is up to," said Ridho who gave the money sheets.
"Thank you, Mom!" said bang Muklis who did not count how much was given, and secured the money into his pocket.
"We're trying to knock on the door, Mas!" bring bang Muklis.
the four of us finally wait on the terrace of the house that is quite simple. Far from the word fancy. Ordinary houses in general.
Geck!
Geck!
Geck!
"Ashe'llaikum!" bang Muklis.
Bang Muklis is very good, he does not play around with us. But he's really mastiin until we can meet Mr. Sarmin.
Geck!
Geck!
Geck!
"Morning prayer times, Bang! just wait a minute," said bang Perdi who was sitting on a chair on the terrace, me and Ridho also follow. Pegel's abyss stands mulu.
"Oh yes, well it could be. Pinter you, Per!" bang Muklis.
"It is pinter! if not pinter where maybe I can get his love Maemunah I used to think a big rival, Lis!" bang Perdi said.
"Like to reveal the past of Perdi! I smell tau tau rasa!" bang Muklis has taken his hand.
"Selow, Lis! Selow, we're sohibs!" Perdi asked for peace.
Jeez, this kang ojek turned out to be a former rival in the romance business. I can get along with people who have no problems.
And when the endless debate occurred the main door was opened slowly by the owner.
Kriieee!
"Waalaikusalam! Muklis...?" said a man about 60 years old.
"Malem, Hajj sir!"
"What's wrong, Lis? tumben malem-malem here? want another luri?" guess Mr. Sarmin, he still wears a sarong and also a cocoa shirt.
"Heheheheheh, for this time no Hajj sir. I'm here to drop someone off, he said he would like to see Hajj sir,"
"Who, Lis?"
"That's the hajj sir." said Muklis, pointing at me and Ridho with his thumb, politely.
Mr. Sarmin is known as the Hajj sir, do not know the origin of how. But daritadi bang Muklis called it that. Yes, we are still going along.
Mr. Sarmin approached us who are now standing and shaking the hand of Mr. Sarmin alternately.
"Haji night," said Ridho.
"Night" said Mr. Sarmin half-confused, staring at us in turn.
"Sorry, I'm just looking for me what's up, huh? because I don't seem to know you guys." said Mr. Sarmin.
Yes, obviously do not know, we are from the middle of nowhere that suddenly there is in the day, sir.
"Ah yes, introduce me Ridho and this is Reva." said Ridho.
"We came here to want friendship at once there is an important thing that we want to ask.." continued Ridho rather ngerem talk ya.
Seeing Ridho gelagat who like to talk more privacy, making bang Muklis and bang Perdi decided to leave.
"Let's talk better, we say goodbye to the Hajj sir.." said bang Muklis who was very sensitive to the situation like this.
"Pamit pak haji.." bang Perdi followed.
"Come, Mas ... Mbak.." said bang Muklis to us, me and Ridho compact ngokguk.
"Thank you, bang Muklis. Bang Perdi." said Ridho.
And after the two motorcycle taxi drivers left us, Mr. Sarmin asked us back.
"So ... son Ridho and Reva here what needs, huh?" ask Mr. Sarmin who I'm sure was very curious because of the unidentified guest.
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