The Treaty of Invisibility
FIRST IMPRESSIONS

Many residents accompanied by residents along the village road after returning from the scene of the capture of the robber gangs, like a carnival celebration just so boisterous and crowded.

Some residents still hold sharp weapons and wooden rods walk casually while occasionally joking with friends who walk side by side. Seen from the faces of the residents who were all men were satisfied with the capture of the perpetrators of the robbery plot who reappeared after so long was not heard again.

The accompaniment of residents immediately returned to the place where the family of Mr. Harjo who had previously gathered there to attend the invitation to the Nazar Thanksgiving event. Arin and Dewi who were still standing in the courtyard of Palu Wesi village hall saw the accompaniment of the villagers then walked into an alley that only fit one car in width.

"Sir Diman, where are the people going? how'd everyone get there?" ask Goddess.

"Oh, that's the alleyway leading to Mr. Harjo's house. It seems that before they were all there, it was appropriate that so quickly the citizens gathered to attack the robbers earlier," replied Mr. Diman.

"Let's see Dewi, mbak Arin we go there," invite Mr. Diman.

Arin who carried Dede rushed to follow the steps of Dewi and Mr. Diman who brought bags containing their changing clothes. While the accompaniment of the residents is no longer visible, all have entered the alley road that leads to the residence of Mr. Harjo.

From a distance it was seen

like there is a big event, because it looks like the roofs of tents are slapping

covering the entire village road that runs in front of Mr. Harjo's house. Similarly, the house of Mr. Harjo who looked drowned covered by tents that stretched to fill the yard of the house.

Along the road to the house, sir

Harjo has many residents who sit on a stretch of tarp and mat as the base. Although the population sounds a little about 500 K K, but if collected in a place like this will look very much and crowded.

Residents have started to arrive from various corners of Palu Wesi village from children, young teenagers, mothers

mothers, fathers to grandparents also seemed to be persuasive to attend the ceremony.

Even teenagers who should go to school, they deliberately skipped just want to attend the ceremony.

Dozens of pairs of eyes immediately simultaneously set their sights on Mr. Diman passing along with two beautiful women, Dewi and Arin who walked behind him.

“Punteeen... punteeen.. excuse me, lewaaaat...” said Mr. Diman when passing in a crowd of residents who were huddled standing on the edge of tarpaulin and mat.

“Monggo.. monggo pak Diman,” sahut.

some citizens.

“Who is Mr Diman?” chirping sound

young menimpali intended to seek attention to the Goddess and Arin.

“This is his relative Mr. Harjo from outside

city,” said Mr. Diman friendly and then back to continue his steps.

Not long, Mr. Diman along with

Dewi and Arin who carried Dede was also in front of the house of Pak Harjo.

In the front yard of the house seems to have been crowded by the passing of residents who came to attend, the event, although space is provided for the passing of invited guests but

still a little difficulty walking towards the house of Mr. Harjo.

With a little difficulty

jostling with residents who arrived, finally Pak Harjo with Dewi, Arin and Dede to also in front of the terrace of the house of Mr. Harjo.

“Gratitude thank God mbak Dewi,

mbak Arin is willing to come him my Nazarite way. But unfortunately kang Mahmud and others could not come,” welcome Mr. Harjo friendly while smiling kindly cupped his palms in front of his chest in lieu of shaking hands.

“Jih sir Harjo, happened to be that night

mas Mahmud immediately went to Surabaya with his friends,” replied Dewi who was embraced by Arin also cupped his palms back.

“Nak Dede salim first,” says sir

Harjo on Dede who is in Arin's arms. Dede immediately grabbed the hand of Harjo sir and kissed the hand of Harjo sir.

“Thanks mbak Dewi, mbak Arin

already want to come,” welcome Harjo's mother who stands beside her husband.

"Jih bu Harjo, mature suwun already

"Come, let's sit down Mother Goddess, madam Arin. Nak Dede let's go down pity the parents tired tuh, hehehe. here sit with grandma," said Harjo ma'am friendly full of kinship.

Dewi and Arin feel as if they have found their long-time birth mother. There was a close feeling within the inner siblings. His hesitation immediately floated up in memory of his dead father's mother.

Unexpectedly Dede was suddenly responding to the invitation of Harjo ma'am, he immediately moved from Arin's lap immediately dropped his tiny body on the lap of Harjo bu.

"Waduh, whoops... Nak Dede heavy too yes," said Bu Harjo caught Dede's body sitting on his lap.

Dewi and Arin immediately his wish to bounce back imagining that Harjo ma'am is his mother who is holding his granddaughter.

"If only mother was still there, surely she would be very happy to hold her grandson," said the Goddess in her heart, unconsciously smiling lips imagining all that.

In addition to Dewi, Arin and Dede, on the front porch it sits on a carpet that is deliberately intended for the family of Harjo sir, Harjo ma'am, and relatives such as Mr. Diman who has become part of his family and for the Village Chief and representatives of security officers from the police and Babinsa.

The position faces the courtyard so that it can see the residents who have arrived and began to sit facing each other in an orderly manner meet the title of tarpaulin and mat.

Some people from the village pamong look busy organizing and showing the place to the newly arrived residents. They direct the invited guests to places that have not been filled.

"What time is the show, ma'am?" ask the Goddess who sits beside Bu Harjo.

"Jam 10 mbak Dewi, wait for Mr. Kiyai soon," replied Ms. Harjo.

"What do you say, Mom? Is there a tausiya?" tanya Dewi did not know because Mr. Diman did not say in detail the event.

"The essence is filled with tausiyah and prayer together mbak Dewi," replied ma'am Harjo.

"Many also come that ma'am," said Dewi.

"Yes thank God mbak, you deliberately invited all the villagers of Palu Wesi in fulfilling Nazarya," explained Bu Harjo.

"Nazars? sorry, Mr. Harjo vows what ma'am?" ask the curious Goddess.

"Yes mbak Dewi, I have a vow if our sick child is healed the father will give thanks by inviting the whole village of Palu Wesi to eat" said Bu Harjo.

"Then where is the mother's child who recovered from her illness ma'am?" Dewi looked back and forth looking for her son Harjo.

"She's still in her brother's arms, her name is Hariri. He is still in 2nd grade high school, but soon they come out" said Harjo ma'am turned to the door.

Sure enough, just now Harjo ma'am appeared two young men from inside the house and sat flanking on the right and left of his father.

"Well, it's the children of the mother of the goddess" said Harjo's mother pointing to Hasan and Hariri.

Dewi also reflexes turned to the direction indicated by Bu Harjo. There were two young men who one was in stature and looked grown up sitting on the right side of Mr. Harjo and the other young man looked still a teenager with a thin dry stature.

"Hasan, Hariri let's salim together mbak Dewi and mbak Arin and Dede first," said Harjo ma'am waved his hand calling Hasan and Hariri.

"Yes San, Har is the Goddess and next to her is Arin and the one your mother holds in her arms is her son" said Mr. Harjo.

Hasan immediately shuffled towards the seat of the Goddess to shake hands while introducing herself.

"I'm Hasan mbak Dewi" said Hasan when shaking hands, then shifted to greet Arin.

The deg!

Hasan's heart suddenly thumped as he stared at Arin's face to greet and introduce himself. At the same time Arin also saw Hasan's face so that accidentally Hasan and Arin's eyes collided.

A few seconds Arin and Hasan did not budge as the two shook hands. The two were stunned by each other's unblinking eyes.

"Hmmm!" deheman's voice from the Goddess instantly resuscitated Arin and Hasan.

"Ssa, I'm Hasan mbak Ar. " said Hasan suddenly forget the name of the woman he experienced ith.

"Arin Deck Hasan, hehehe." said Dewi deliberately slightly teased his sister.

"Oh yes, Arin" said Hasan seems his attitude to be gerogi.

"Arin.." reply Arin briefly looks stiff and misbehaved.

Hasan was still glued in front of Arin, as if forgetting to return to his place.

"Udah sis, replace.." chirps Hariri tease her brother.

At once Hasan seemed to have washed away in his feelings, hurriedly inching back to his original seat.● CONNECT