The Treaty of Invisibility

The Treaty of Invisibility
GUESTS ARE UNEXPECTED


The dinner atmosphere was relaxed and there was no longer any sadness at Mahmud's house after their separation from Kosim. Hearts of Goddess and Arin have been able to accept the reality that has happened so that the brothers look more relieved, do not feel there is a feeling that stuck in their hearts again. Similarly, Dede, after being persuaded in various ways and given advice by Arin, Dewi, Mahmud and Abah Dul finally want to understand the absence of his father.


The attitude of the 3-year-old boy looks so strange and unnatural for a boy his age. Dede seemed to quickly understand and understand the atmosphere that had occurred even though it did not eliminate his behavior as a child should be his age.


“Wi, tonight the plan is to deliver Basyari kang and Baharudin kang back to Surabaya. Both Abah Dul and Gus Harun also went there,” Mahmud said after sipping drinking water.


“Loh, not tomorrow again,” replied Dewi a little surprised.


“We came home this morning mbak, but kang Kosim prevented asking for time until he left first,” between Basyari.


“Aduh kang, we have not prepared anything to give by- by,” sergeant Dewi who is possessed by Arin with a sorry face.


“do not mbak, do not bother like that. Yes, it looks like we have to go home as soon as possible, because we have been waiting there,” replied Basyari.


“I, Arin and mas Mahmud say many thanks ya kang. The help of sampeyan-sampyean will be of no value from anything, again we say a big thank you,” said Dewi representing Arin asserting his brother's ucapak with a nod.


“That's all thanks to Gusti Allah mbak, we're just intermediaries. The important thing now is that Dewi and Arin must remember the message of Kosim kang, take care of Dede and give a good education yes,” said Baharudin reminded.


“What time does mas leave?” ask the Goddess to Mahmud.


“Twelve hours or wi unit hours, we stopped by Semarang there used to be a need to be completed by Basyari and Baharudin there,” replied Mahmud.


“Mamud's father, Mamud's father has someone coming. There's four!” sela Dede arrived in a loud voice.


Instantly their chatter came to a halt, all of them staring at Dede with their frowns furrowed in wonder between believing and not.


“Mana?” mahmud asked in response.


“Just wait for Mamud's father, one.. two.. ti..” reply Dede was instantly interrupted by the sound of greetings from outside the house.


“Assalamualaikum..”


Tok…


“That's Mamud's father!” shouted Dede girang.


All eyes widened in astonishment as well as astonishment looked towards the indifferent Dede. Whether consciously or not what Dede said, but what is clear is really real.


“Assalamualaikum..”


Tok…


“Wa alaikum salam..” sahut all at once then Mahmud immediately rose from his seat rushed forward.


Kreteekkkk…


When the door opened the door, on the terrace of the house there were already four people sitting on the lips of the terrace. Two men and two women, all four in their 50s and apparently husband and wife.


“Really! As Dede said,” Mahmud said in astonishment at Dede's words.


“njih, njih boten napa-napa (Not anything).. monggo enter sir, ma'am..” reply Mahmud kindly welcome his guest into the house.


“Njih matur suwun kang Mahmud,” sahut four guests and then follow Mahmud's steps towards the living room.


“Monggo sit, sit sir, ma'am..” Mahmud said as he sat down to invite his guests.


At first glance Mahmud saw two women carrying bottled mineral water in a white crackle bag. Mahmud slightly frowned, he tried to guess what the purpose and purpose of the four guests but still did not find the answer.


Looking at Mahmud like confusion and implying a lot of questions on his face, the middle-aged man who was wearing black kopyah said; “Mm. Previously introduce us from Palu Wesi village, I am Harjo and this is my wife. And this is Mr. Diman and his wife. We are here to ask for help,” sir Harjo explained.


“Desa Palu Wesi?!” mahmud said surprised, because the village was far from other districts.


“Njih kang,” sahut pak Diman and others together.


“Sorry before Mr. Haro, Mr. Diman and mothers, I still do not understand with the intention of asking for help. What can I help sir?” mahmud asked innocently.


“Mmm, a, anu kang Mahmud. Look, we heard stories from people that there was a child prodigy in sukadami village. So I immediately looked for it, after asking a few times here and there we finally got here,” sir Harjo explained.


“Magic child?!” Mahmud frowned deeply in astonishment and still did not understand the meaning of Mr. Harjo's words.


“Njih kang, he said the boy was very good,” firmly Mr. Diman who is taken by Mr. Harjo.


“Sorry sir, ma'am... Here there is no child prodigy or magical son that you mean,” replied Mahmud really do not understand.


“We plead with very kang Mahmud so that the child can treat my child's pain,” said Pak Harjo memelas.


“True kang, I am also here to ask for help treating my wife's illness,” timpal mr. Diman.


At once Mahmud gawked at the explanation of Mr. Diman and Mr. Harjo. In the heart of Mahmud still do not believe in the request of Mr. Harjo and Mr. Diman, because until now Dede has never done anything let alone give treatment to the same people, because until now Dede has never done anything less, but why would people from outside this area come asking for such help.


“Ah, maybe the fathers are wrong address sir, here no child can treat like that,” Mahmud refuted.


“The words of the people here say the child rose from the grave after 40 days, and they showed it to the house of sampyean,” sergeant Pak Harjo insisted.


Then Mahmud began to understand who they meant. At that time Mahmud was very careless, is it true that Dede can cure the sick??? Mahmud was still dumbstruck at the thought of the requests of his guests.


“Mamud's father, pity those fathers and mothers!” suddenly Dede shouted and appeared in the living room making Mahmud and his guests jerked in shock.


“Nak, please father son..” said Mr. Harjo spontaneously at the same time saw the emergence of a 3-year-old boy.


“Iya son, please.” follow mr. Diman begs.


Mahmud increasingly gawk at the words of Mr. Harjo and Mr. Diman then saw the behavior of Dede who seemed to warn him like an old man.


Dede immediately jumped on Mahmud's lap spoiled and sat facing the four guests with his splintering behavior. The little boy looked at the four people before him one by one. ** CONNECTED