The Horror Story
Green Tea (Part 1)
The green-leafed woman slammed the door of the black car she was carrying. Put a large bag beside where he stood. His bead traced around the house he would occupy until an unspecified time. The point is until the business is done here.
The typical atmosphere of the countryside is so soothing especially along the way to here he is presented with green views of tea leaves. If calculated is proportional to the fatigue of driving yourself for hours.
“Non Dara huh?”
The middle-aged woman appeared from behind the wide wooden door with an old man beside her. They both smiled kindly welcoming the arrival of the young lady.
Himself nodded. Experiencing them in turn. Their shocked manner was revealed by the actions of their master's granddaughter.
“Eh no need to kiss Mbok Mi's hand as Mang Din, Non. Come on Non, let Mang Din help bring Non's bag into.”
“Eh yes thanks Mbok, Mang.”
He knew this middle-aged couple who were guarding his grandfather's house long ago, even before he was born. Although he never visited here, he had time to find out information related to homes, plantations, factories, farms and even workers here.
“Mbok, my message has been delivered to another?” he asked when he found Mbok Mi in the kitchen.
“Already, Non. Later tonight they will come as Non Dara asked.”
“Still yes, Mbok. I want to go around the house for a bit.”
Himself out of the house. Observing everything around him. From the information that he currently holds the house only inhabited Mbok Mi and her husband, Mang Din. He found a tall figure in the middle of parking the motor beside his car. Manik they meet. The man came down and approached Dara.
“Non Dara huh?”
Dara nodded still in a cross-styled hand holding each other. His eyebrows go up next door.
“I Asep, Non. Who takes care of the plantation Mr.”
Dara smiled at a glance welcoming the handshake of the mid-thirty man before her. He knows Kang Asep –so familiar greeting– has been with his grandfather from the past just like Mbok Mi and Mang Din. But Kang Asep is not their son. People trust his grandfather to take care of the plantation as well as others.
From the screening results. Not wearing a ring, hair is almost long, simple look tends to be rather shabby because the color of the shirt he wears looks fade. Also the cloth pants he was wearing looked pias. Brown skin burns the sun as well as a beard and mustache that he may be lazy to shave. Impressed not taken care of him once.
“What's up, Kang?”
“I bring snacks from factory, Non.”
“Let's go to Mbok Mi to save. Thanks, Kang.”
He was about to leave the man but was restrained due to his interruption.
“You want me to travel around, Non?”
“Not done, Kang. I just want to look around the house. Excuse me.”
He walked on and stopped at the front gate. Reversing the body observes a Dutch-style house that is slowly eaten up by age. The aura of this cold house gives a shady impression to those who see. From a story he knew his grandfather bought this house in the 50s. There are several acres of tea gardens around it.
But not as big as it is now. His grandfather lived in this house for 10 years before moving to expand his business network. He himself never visited here.
Understandably from birth he lived on the opposite island, Sumatra. To the island of Java is just a vacation that was only to the capital city where his mother's brothers live. His grandfather settled in Bali, the island of his dreams to live and settle later.
Around the courtyard of the house, many types of flowers that he can find here. Mang Din is quite skilled at caring for his plants. Behind the height of the ashoka plant that became a natural fence there was a beautiful figure who smiled at him. Slowly they just shifted to face each other. The figure was still smiling kindly. Her skin is pure white. His black braided hair was one dangled on the left of his shoulder. His eyes sparkled softly even though his smile did not disappear.
“Non?”
Turn around to see who called him. Aseps. He turned around again, the figure disappeared.
“Search who, Non?”
“Not there, Kang.”
He walked away to walk towards home. In front of the main door he was confronted by the figure of a man berparas bule. As if he did not see the figure he penetrated until his figure came back to face him with a fierce face.
“I'm not here to bother you. I am here to work is not a problem,” said Dara who made the figure slowly shift.
“Non Dara talk to whom?”
Mbok Mi emerged from the living room with a confused face.
“Not there, Mbok. Excuse me to go upstairs first. See you at dinner later, Mbok.”
Dusk rolling, he could see the figure of the beautiful woman was still there near the fence of this house. From behind the window of his room Dara observed that the woman did not take her eyes off Asep who had just walked home on his motorcycle.
He rushed to take a shower before dusk ran out in the night. Azan's alarm on his phone sounded. Magrib has arrived, he is preparing to perform the prayer. Dara realized she wasn't alone in this room. There was an invisible figure that caught his net.
After greeting and praying he turned to his left. Staring at the figure sitting on the edge of the bed with a face that does not like.
“I want to read Quran. You can go first later to overheat.”
“Aggara blood flows thickly in your veins yes.”
After that the figure disappeared. Dara didn't take a headache. He continued his activity.
He climbed down the stairs to the dining table, which was crowded with human figures he had just met today.
“Everything's night,” he said when he got to the dinner table.
“Night, Non Dara,” answer them compact.
“Sit again is okay.”
He stood up with a friendly smile.
“I Dara Pak Anggara's. I'm here to learn to take care of the plantation and others. Please help akang and mamang all yes.”
“Iya, Non. Surely it's. Uh just call Mang Cecep, Non. Who runs the garden. The term is that field person, Non.” Mang Cecep who was sitting right next to Asep raised his thumb.
Dara nodded.
“I Mang Juki, Non. The foreman of the tea factory. If Non Dara tea wants to go around the tea factory please tell Mang Juki only yes, Non.”
“Siap, yes Mang.”
“Call Me Kang Adang, Non. Who takes care of the tea leaf processing production plant, sir. If Non Dara snacks run out of my news only, Non. Akang is ready to anterin here.”
“OK thanks Kang Adang.”
“Eh Kang Asep did not introduce himself?” continued.
“No need, Kang Adang. I met Kang Asep in the afternoon.”
“Duh Kang Asep mah cheat take start first.”
“You who did not move, Dang,” said Mang Cecep.
“The factory is farthest from here. Kang Asep's first time,” reply sluggish.
“Udah-already. Now we eat ya akang-akang, mamang-mamang.”
They nodded compactly.
Dinner starts. The atmosphere is warm in the village with people who will work with him either for how long ahead.
“Non Dara tea from Jakarta huh?”
Dara shook her head, her mouth still chewing.
“From Bali?”
He's still shaking.
“Udah atuh, Dang. That Non Dara still ngunyah you have just wondered,” Mang Din scolded.
Dara sipped her drink, “I am from Sumatra, Kang.”
“Wah from which area, Neng?” sahut Kang Adang enthusiastically.
“I used to work 5 years in Sumatra, Non. In Jambi,” Mang Juki told.
“I live in Palembang, Mang.”
“Non Dara can cook pempek, dong?” asked Kang Adang interested.
Dara nodded.
“Heh Dang, you're rumbling boss' mother. Fired know your taste,” comments Mang Cecep.
“Eh uh sorry atuh, Non. Kang Adang is too enthusiastic this hehehe.. Don't fire me yes, Non.”.
Dara just smiled faintly in response.
The other smiled faintly at Kang Adang's behavior.
After dinner they disperse back to their respective residences.
“Let Mbok aja Non the wrong. Non Dara rest only.”
“Still, Mbok. I'm sorry yes.”
Dara stepped to the front door. He had heard that Mang Din would make a fireplace in the front yard.
“Sini oruh, Non. Uh but the warm tea is just a glass. Let Mamang get it first yes in.”
“Not working, Mang. I've been this glut.”
“Mari Non Dara sitting near the fire so as not to get cold.”
“Iya, Mang.”
They were silent for a moment. Dara adapts to the air movement around it.
“Non Dara tea her son Bu Ingrid yes?”
“Iya, Mang. I am the youngest.”
“I never saw Non Dara come on vacation here.”
Dara just laughed softly.
“Multiple times big family Master vacationed here. Mamang never saw Bu Ingrid take his daughter.”
“I'm not very familiar with my other cousins, Mang. They're too noisy.”
“Ehh Yes, Non.”
“Mang Din who takes care of the farm huh, Mang?”
“Iya right, Non. But still helped by other workers. Kang Asep likes to help Mamang milk milk milk milk. Kang Asep is not seem like people do not have a job.
But he's the busiest, Non. Morning rinsing the garden, continued to the factory, sometimes commuting twice to the city to send products. Buy garden, factory and farm needs. Still had time to help Mamang in the cage.
The tea mama pity Kang Asep maybe he was busy working to forget the same problem. But it's been years that he hasn't changed, Non. The more days it looks unmanageable.”
“What's the problem, Mang?”
“It.... Sir didn't tell anything to Non Dara?”
Himself shakes.
“Tea mamang not so story yes, Non. Let Non alone understand.”
“Hmm okay. I want to ask Mamang. Kang Asep was once close to a beautiful black haired woman who likes to be braided huh, Mang?”
Mang Din surprised, “Where does Non Dara know?”
“Bener yes?”
“Eh is not that. Duh later Mamang does not feel good with Kang Asep if Mamang story this.”
“Why?”
“That's the female traits that Non mentioned, she's her former fiance Kang Asep.”
“They separated because the woman no longer exists huh, Mang?”
“Non Dara know?”
“I saw the woman this afternoon.”
“Hah?!”
Mang Din tightened his jacket wobbly around him.
“Non Dara real tea?”
Dara nodded confidently.
“It's been 12 years since that happened. So it's true Neng Mira is not calm there.”
Dara frowned, “She died why, Mang?”
“Depression, Non.”
“Karena?”
“Mamang could not bear to tell a story about Neng Mira.”
Dara's sure something's wrong here. Seeing Mang Din reluctant story and sad expression figure Mira who is not far from his view, he knew Mira was hit by problems when he left forever. The figure of the bule appeared with a dislike face nearby.
“Mang, I go first into.”
Dara stepped into the house. Walk upstairs, the room.
“Who are you?” ask after he was in the room.
“Joseph.”
“Previous homeowner?”
The figure nodded.
“You know Mira?”
He nodded again.
“Why is he depressed?”
The figure looked at him fixedly as if the question that Dara threw was a mistake.
“I just want to know. He looks pathetic.”
Joseph approached the window that opened the curtain. The moon above shines brightly.
“Night of bad luck to Mira he stuck the seduction sentence of the bastard man to look for Asep to the tea garden.”
Dara sat leaning against the head of the bed facing Joseph who was standing to the right of the bed facing out.
“I can't do anything. I'm sorry.”
“Who is that guy?”
“Baron.”
Joseph turned to look at her. While Dara scrunched her forehead.
“Why don't you tell people?”
“No proof. Mira is also too afraid to make a sound.”
Silence is rather long. Dara turned to look ahead. Joseph looked back out. Slowly his eyes were heavy, tired in his body just now felt.
“I wonder why you can realize my existence so easily. While that's what I have been doing but never can.”
Dara did not listen, she dissolved in fatigue which ended soundly still in her hijab.
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