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Refusal

The road to Nilam village

The old woman's eyes widened, looking at who was at the door. His gaze was attached to the long-overlooked girl with a worried look.

“Mak, how are you, Mak?” Nilam invaded his thin body, hugging.

“Why go home, Nduk? Quickly back there,” said Mak slightly pushing his body.

“Mak why?” The round eyes of the girl stared in surprise, she forgot the boy beside her also frowned.

“O yes, this mak knows Nilam's friend, Juju. He sent Nilam here out of worry.”

The thin-lipped young man smiled widely, grabbed Mak's hand, slightly lowered his forehead.

When Nilam was going to the old woman's room, he pushed his backpack back. Even a little forced to ask the girl to go back to the city immediately.

“Not that Mak doesn't like you coming home, Nilam. Only this village is no longer safe for you,” he said half muttered, as if afraid that someone would hear his words.

They were arguing a little in the living room.

“Nilam just arrived, Mom. Dingy. Time is told to go back again. Nilam's trip here half a day, Mak ..” grumbled the girl looked a little annoyed, then barged into the cubicle. Juju was a little confused, he was told to sit down and be given tea.

Nilam immediately threw himself on the wooden bed which let out a creaking sound. He raised his feet to the end of the bed. That way enough to make him able to rest a tired body.

Sitting for eight hours on the bus last night. Continue riding a new one-hour ojek he arrived in his hometown.

“Drink first the tea, mumpung warm.” Mak presents a small confection for Juju. Chat for a moment the old woman entered the room of Nile, carrying a large glass of the.

Directly thrust into Nilam's hand. The twenty-four-year-old girl woke up, grabbed a glass straight to drink it.

“That handsome young man is a friend what friend?” mak said he was flirting.

“Friends, Mak. She makes it to come.”

“Ohh.” Mak nods.

“Mak why, anyway, very worried Nilam came home. Are you not the same as a child?” ask her with lips forward.

“Not so, later you also understand what Mak means. Anyway today also you both have to go back.”

Mak showed a serious face again. The pias of the wrinkled face became increasingly visible, as they sat side by side.

He was amazed to see his daughter grow up so beautiful. His skin that used to be dull due to playing in the hot sun is now smooth white, his cheeks were clear shiny.

After five years without each other, after graduating from high school, this smart girl wandered into the city.

However, among the pride that grows a very concern now in the heart of Mak. Not the right time to go home now.

“This mail is weird. Nilam has not come home for five years, seeing the condition of Mak here, even told to return. Anyway Nilam back after a tour, reminiscing about the place where Nilam and his friends played first, Mak. Already take a week off,” said the pink knit sweater girl was long while getting off the cot.

“Nilam wants to go to the Holy house,” he said again, while walking out of the room to the front room.

“Do not!” snapped Mak a little hard holding back his steps. The thin body of the Mak blocked Nilam who was about to open the door.

Juju who was half lying on the chair was confused to see the child's mother. He stood up, looking in wonder.

“Why, Ni?”

“Tau nih Mak, baffled aja.” His two hands were scratching his non-itchy head.

“Nilam wants to go to the Holy Place, he must be surprised to see Nile now,” he said again.

She shut the door, locked it. After briefly glancing at the outside glass, the woman stepped quickly into her room.

Nilam and Juju looked up, astonished. Before long the woman returned to meet Nilam with a long-sleeved wide shirt, the color is cubed and rombeng— clothes are commonly used to the field.

“If out wear this, don't dress it.”

The girl in the nose again widened her eyes, her full lips gaping perfectly. Not even his hands touched the shirt, he laughed so much that he held the stomach that felt like it was tickled.

“This mail, there-there is. Strange, tau. A beautiful child wants to be told to look ugly, how, anyway?” he said in the laughter.

“Have receded, anyway this shirt should not be removed until you return home!”

Although it feels funny, Nilam just follow the will of Mak. Juju stifles laughter at seeing her, gets a plot by Nilam.

“Gue tagged, Ni.” Juju stood up.

“No need, you rest. I'm just jerking off.” The thick-haired young man sat back down.

Nilam refused, but his hand was hit by Mak. Be a resigned Nilam, while imagining what his appearance is now.

She is a girl who loves all things ginseng country. From the tip of the foot to the head is exactly the idol, Bae Suzy. A versatile actress who inspired her to be what she is today.

Feeling uncomfortable with his strange appearance, Nilam took off his Mak ‘kerja’ shirt in the middle of the road. Before the cloth was thrown into the bush, he rubbed the cloth flat on his face until it was clean.

The quiet path made him relieved, no one had seen his appearance earlier. Otherwise, he would be ashamed to be mistaken for a lost person.

Nilam's footsteps accelerated to the south, two hundred meters to where there was a house that wanted to be addressed before going to the Holy place. After passing through several houses and empty land his gaze swept over the simple house that looked quiet.His door and window were closed

“Neni,” call it.

There's no answer. The old roofed house looked unkempt. Nilam saw the nearest house around also deserted.

He continued his steps towards the Holy house, his close friend since childhood was located a little to the end of the village.

This village is only inhabited by about fifties houses. The distance from one another is quite far. There are still many empty fields that are high grass, planted with coconut trees or fruits.

Many people move to other cities or villages because they feel isolated here. A village without electricity, let alone telephone signals. The road leads to it also a footpath, grassy as a foot. Passing through a long forest that is partly muddy and slippery when it rains.

Patchouli passed through a long wooden building, its seven chambers locked in a brown padlock. The white chalk paint on its walls peeling here and there, the grass on the field was growing grass as tall as the calves of children. That was elementary school.

This Sunday does not seem like children who used to use the yard as a playground. The old school was the only place of education this remote village had.

As Nilam recalls, during Elementary school only two teachers in charge of teaching students whose number is not up to twenty people. The school, which had no discipline hours, entered at seven and then went home at nine in the morning. Spend time playing with friends.

The facility has not been recognized, until the graduation exam students will join the school in the district which is a distance of two hours drive.

After graduation, Nilam and some friends continued Junior High School and High School in the sub-district. Stay at the brother's house until it's over. Once a month he went home to see Mak.

This time on his return, he wished his mother would live together in the city. Although still contracting, he wanted to always be able to see the face of the woman who looked older.

Early complaining of fate to the capital, Nilam works as a shampooer in a salon. One day he meets Juju, a close friend and then the young man who leads him to join the Korean Lovers Community. After learning many languages and cultures of the ginseng country, this brave girl was finally able to work at a K-Food until now.

The journey of several years was able to change the beautiful girl from this village changed her appearance like an actress.

The slippery reddish-brown hair occasionally covers the eyes due to the wind. The day that was seen

bright turned cloudy and cold. He glanced at the watch on his left hand, still pointing at the number ten in the morning.

“Suci,” screech excited when he saw a young woman with a fist sweeping through the hallway.

The person called looked at in wonder. Like thinking hard, is he dreaming of an angel?

“Kok, that's a wonder, anyway? It's Nilam. Nilam Kumalasari.” As soon as he got closer the girl immediately embraced her old friend.

“Nilam?” The hugged woman muttered flatly, Nilam loosened his embrace. He stared at the face of the Holy One who looked aging. Maybe because the black patches and wrinkles under his eyes began to appear.

“Iya, I'm Nilam, Ci.” Nilam held both shoulders, staring intently at the glazed eyes.

“Suci?” he said half surprised to see the little-filled woman immediately put down the broom and

step into the house.

Nilam followed his friend's rigid steps up to the living room. Sacred looks without a smile sitting on a rattan chair. His face grew gloomy. Nilam sitting beside him was still staring at Saints questioningly.

“Why are you home?”

Hearing the question, Nilam burst into laughter.

“Kok, the question is strange, anyway? My mom, right, is here. Time cannot go home. Why, anyway, Ci? Mak was acting strange too. Same as you.”

Sacred immediately faced Nilam, the round-eyed girl looked at him intently.

“You must quickly go from this village, Nilam. Our village is not like before. Already not safe,” firmly Sacred fast.

Nilam was glued for a moment.

“What is it?” the tananya half muttered. He felt that something was amiss seeing the Sacred reaction. The girl who used to be known to be quite cheerful seems much changed now.

The saint still looked at him straight. “All the girls he wants will be hard off. They must have disappeared. You could be the next victim,” laugh at the girl with quivering lips.

Patchouly