THE FORMER BLIND COLLECTION HOUSE IJO
Chapter 64 Farewell Night

"You feel there is something else from yourself, not the real you, sometimes your words that like the truth if you like real events, you who move heavy goods, you who love heavy goods, you who like to fuss and know there are supernatural beings, even you know how rich the form, especially if you are angry again... Mama's scared".

Mama said, shuddering.

"Trus is no more Mah?".

I asked like that because I know, Mamah is the person who can see the most awkwardness that I am not aware of, because the person closest to me and know my daily life.

"You dhikr again, you like the precept, like you are comfortable with your position cross-legged when pondering, whereas you like to cross-legged men, but if you again teach tuh make adem".

Say Mama again.

"But Liya's voice isn't Mah?".

Mamah nodded.

"What happened to Liya Mah?".

I asked my own Mamah opinion to convince myself, that I felt this awkwardness in me was not my only feeling.

"You don't know Liya, Mamah is not sure, because Mamah is not a person who can see the supernatural, but Mamah feels that you are following, you want the person who was in the mail first when we enrolled the school, you went to High School?".

I nodded, Mamah pensively and said.

"Like he is right, but do not think too much, as long as it does not harm you, but remember not to be you a musik to associate God naujubilah!".

Say Mama again by rubbing her face.

"Astaghfirullahalazim home...Insha Allah Mah will never, Liya promised Mamah Liya will not be that weak, free dong Mah we have lived in a former house of blind ijo dozens of years, Ijo, every day in terror horror but even make us closer to God".

Mom smiled and nodded and said.

"Now, all these irregularities will bring Liya closer to Allah, giving up everything to Allah, for Allah is All-Knowing".

Said Mamah at that time, and after a few months of our conversation at that time, I was assigned KKN at a village in Sumedang, Indonesia, in a village that Abah Kardi said was the rope of her pedestal, a supernatural being, which made the strip more intensely draw closer to me.

About nearly two months we stayed in the village, exactly six weeks, thank God everything went well, we completed our KKN task with good results, he said, and died a good impression on the local people.

We take care of our behavior, our treatment, and socialize with the citizens well, when the time comes we return to Bandung, the night before we go home the residents held a farewell night.

All the residents gathered, we lit a bonfire, cooked liquet rice, even Abah Kardi willingly slaughtered her Goat, became a bolster goat for us and the residents enjoyed her that night.

In the morning people flocked to Abah Kardi's house, they brought various kinds of souvenirs for us to take home, such as ranginang, palm sugar, sugar, wajit (a snack made from brown sugar mixed with glutinous rice, or coconut or pineapple and other fruits) there are those who give bananas, chips, and others as his.

Until dus-dus indomie in its contents is not Indomie but all souvenirs from citizens, we divide it into Six to take home each, each of them, we will miss this village.

Longing for the hospitality of its citizens, longing for its natural beauty, togetherness and kinship are still closely felt and they respect nature, keeping nature at peace with nature.

Our pickup car has come, the residents help us to raise goods and their gift to our pickup car, we only carry our respective backpack when out of Abah Kardi's house.

We say goodbye to Abah Kardi's family, and thank them for being willing to accommodate us sincerely and without a penny, when we wanted to give Abah Kardi money to refuse her.

Indeed before that we had planned to give some money that we had collected, but Abah Kardi refused it, then we donated it to the mosque in the village, the mosque where Abah Kardi's son taught village children.

I stepped my foot to walk to our car, we died Abah Kardi's house, I looked back, Abah Kardi and Umi smiled and waved her hand, and then Abah Kardi was respectful, I knew that Abah Kardi was not a mangosteen to me, but to the striped man who followed me from behind.

We go back to a few years ago, when I was in the former house of the Blind Ijo, after I got off the angkot that brought me home from Enrolling High School.

When me, and Mamah came down from the angkot, we talked about the man in the angkot who said that I would follow, we said the man pretentiously wanted to be called a smart man, he said, because there were no irregularities, I experienced and felt awkwardness after I was 17 years old, and we had moved out of the former boarding house.

Mamah and I walked towards our house, and Mamah opened the gate, and I stood looking at our house outside the gate.

"The house is magnificent, but why the aura is gripping, even though the house is always cleaned every day, the sign of this house will be sold swaying in the wind, blown away, for many years the signpost stood in front of our house, why no one was interested in buying our house.

Only one person was interested, Papah's guest who owned the coal company from Kalimantan, and I'm sure Papah's guest who was a new businessman from Kalimantan, not just anyone, was not arbitrary, is he going to buy our house in two months?, is it true that after two months we will move out of this house?.

"Cameleon.. Liyaa Liya...ayo enter!, again why stand daydreaming in front of the gate?".

Mamah called to me, half-screaming, building me up from my daydreams.

"Came out yaaa Mah".

I stammered when I realized from my daydream because of Mamah's call, I rushed to Mamah.

"What is it?, thinking about the words of the person in the truck?".

Said Mamah who thought I was thinking about the words of the person in question.

"Gak ko Mah, iih why think the words of people are not clear".

I said as I walked towards the main door of our house, and then I greeted, and opened the door because the door was rarely in the lock during the day.

"Asalamualaik".

I saluted, but there was no answer, Mamah approached me and then Mamah said hello, either there was no answer from Teh Eli or Julian, a quiet house where, I thought".

"Against the nap time".

Mama said as if knowing my thoughts, and suddenly the house phone rang.

"Liya pick up the phone".

Said Mamah who was walking towards her room checking her children who did not look at a single nose, I picked up the phone.

"Asalamualaikum, hello".

I said when I got the call.

"WA aleikum salam.. Liya this is Ratih".

Reply to someone behind the phone who turned out to be my Junior High friend.

"Yes Ra what's wrong? you're at home, I'm new nyampe".

Say me again.

"Yeah I'm also new nyampe, eh liya I want nanyain, said you used to space your garage in contrakin right? now it can be contraved again?".

Ask Ratih.

"The rich is not Ra, about my house in two months uda you buy".

Answer me.

"Have you bought it? is your house for sale?".

Ask me again.

"Yeah, already from a few years ago it wants to be sold, it has long been in pairs of signposts in front of my house this house is on sale, it's been sold, don't you see me playing in my house?".

I said back to asking.

"No, I will often play to your house there is no sign of writing this house will be sold".

Degh... I was instantly silent... So people didn't see the signpost? pantesan aja this house no interest, people they also do not see the sign of this house on sale, this must be the work of the creature again, my bathin.

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