THE MYSTERY OF LOVE THE CARTWRIGHT’S
CHAPTER XII

Lumajang village.

Entering the sparsely populated countryside, the three boys are still

seven-year-old has trouble finding Jansen's house.

At the end of the night, which began to crawl. Not many citizens

wandering outside the house.

They tend to rest doing activities inside after

all day downstairs or gardening.

Walk through the village and ask each house

door's open. None of that is a relief. Especially many times Jansen

trying to escape their surveillance.

Right in a large house. The three children

found a middle-aged woman turning on the lamp at the corner

archway.

Nudging each other's shoulders gives a code to ask. Andi and dan

Joko has her guts shrunk.

Courage is inversely related. When they face

enemy, the two children did not show the slightest fear.

While dealing with a mother like today, courage

they're faded. Remembering the mother at home.

Moreover, her salary teacher always said that the woman should

glorified and respected. Moreover, a mother.

Bandi who was watching his two friends with a little distance

far away, start to get closer.

“I've just asked. You guys keep an eye on Mr. Jansen so you don't

run away like last” whispered.

Andi and Joko put their shoulders together. Shake his right thumb

while walking towards Jansen.

“Assamualaikum, ibu”.

“Eh..wa-waallaikumsalam” slightly surprised by the greeting

suddenly from behind his back.

Reversing the body, the net is rounded with the view in front.

“Wah you are handsome once. What's your name?”

“Bandi bu”.

“You are not a child of this village, right?”

“Betul bu, we are from adjoining village” he replied while pointing

his friends were standing a little far away.

Following Bandi's hand movements with a glance, the middle-aged woman

that was also a surprise.

“Pe-Peters. Is that you?”

The one being asked is only indifferent. Busy with wooden dolls.

“Ya ma'am we deliver mr Peter”.

“Oalah le, thank you. His father has been searching all day. Even

he is not home yet, because he is worried about it. Let's.let's go in. Invite your friend

also”.

“Joko...And here! Bring Mr Peter in home”.

“Siap” answered both of them while holding the crazy man entered

homehouse.

Mbok Ginah prepares boiled tree ketella and warm ginger drinks

to the three boys. Afterwards, Jansen cleaned himself up in the yard

backside.

until choking because of chewing while joking with his friend.

“Be careful, Jok. No need to rush to eat it” said Bandi

patting Joko on the back.

“Iya nih Joko's. Just eat until his side”.

“Uhuk. S-sorry, this is so good. Punel and sticky in

mouthparts. Sweet natural” while giving the thumbs of the left hand.

“Wuuuh, custom” says Andi.

They were also laughing at the same time.

“Assalamaiku. Mbok. Is Jansen home!”

A scream sounded. Suckle at the jokes of those boys

stop over.

Go to the main door. His net caught the figure of a middle-aged man

the strapping-bodied.

The three also stood up to salute, “Wallaikumsalam” he replied.

“Eh, who are you, where is Mbok Ginah?”

“There behind. Waiting for Mr. Jansen bathe” replied the three in unison.

Funny with the boy's cohesiveness, he laughed.

“Where are you from, how did the story get here?”

Bandi explained at length the demands of events until they

take Jansen to this house. Sukirno also understands.

He slightly squinted his eyes as a question flashed

his head.

“Are your parents from the Netherlands?” that question too

glide from Sukirno's mouth.

Sandy was a bit confused to hear that.

“Bu-not sir. I am a native child” he replied immediately.

“Hem but your physique is not. Your eyes are blue, your nose is pointed,

your hair's a little reddish. So is your skin. Doesn't look jet black

like your two friends it” points it out with the chin.

“Am I like that?”

“Of course nice boy. I've worked with

dutchmen. So I'm very sorry with their physical”.

“Really?” with a little surprise.

“Ya..Even you know, my son Jansen is my master. He's real

people Netherlands”.

The admiration of the three friends was perfect.

“Well so it's true that you're not a native?” ask Joko.

“How I know. Ask sana” symbok while putting the shoulder.

“But don't worry even if you're not a native. I'm gonna

stay your loyal friend” said Andi.

The three chuckled slowly too.

Sukirno only shook his head looking at the boys who were

embrace before him.

“Day is late. Do you guys want to stay over? Your village is far away

from this. If forced to go home, maybe a new morning to there”.

“How are friends?” ask Bandi.

They negotiated for a while and agreed to stay there.

Sukirno also allowed the three boys to rest in

middle chamber.