My World is Becoming Different
It's too far to stop ~ Tanjung dance village #7
The next morning Tazkia and his comrades began their socialization, according to the division of Prasetia yesterday they began to split up and carry out their respective duties.
Prasetia and also Tazkia rushed to the house of Mbah Harjo, the journey they went through was quite long, initially Tazkia and also Prasetia thought the house of mbah Harjo was located not far away, but in fact the end of the road that was meant by Mbah Harjo yesterday was really quite long and quite tiring.
" Cool also yes he walked with a fairly decent distance every day, I think the end he meant yesterday was just on the side but it turns out the real end is the right end." tazkia said with eyes sparkling with admiration.
" Yes, maybe that's one of the reasons that villagers are healthier and away from disease than people who live in urban areas."
" Yes you're right."
When the two conversed with each other from behind Tazkia felt like they were being followed by something, the surrounding bush even moved like passing something.
" What's up?" ask Prasetia.
" It's okay let's go on."
Tazkia tried to ignore her feelings and continued her footsteps towards Harjo's house.
After passing several kilometers they both finally reached the house of Mbah Harjo.
" Excuse me, mbah .." said Tazkia while knocking slowly on the door of the house Mbah Harjo.
Long enough both of them knocked on the door of the house, until then slowly the door began to open.
" Oh, you guys, let's go in."
Getting a friendly reception made Tazkia and Prasetia smile with a friendly smile, then step foot into the house of mbah Harjo.
The house was just a building with walls made of bamboo but with a brick foundation, the size was not too small but also not too big. Tazkia spread her gaze to every corner of the room while looking at unique objects displayed on the wall and a small table located in the room, until then his gaze stopped on a photo of a girl who was smiling widely by wearing a dance shirt typical of the area, seeing that of course made Tazkia quite surprised because the girl's face was similar to the sad-faced dancer at the reception yesterday.
" Please have a drink, sorry just the potluck" Harjo said with a smile towards Tazkia and also Prasetia.
Prasetia and Harjo then continued with various chatter about the surrounding environment and education in the village, the two are busy exchanging ideas with each other while Tazkia he still continues to stare at the photo with the mind that continues to guess the thin threads that one by one begin to appear to the surface.
From the outside, Sumi's wife from Harjo was winnowing rice alone, Tazkia who was curious then whispered to Prasetia saying she would come out for a while.
Approved by Prasetia, Tazkia then stepped out and approached Sumi. When the distance between the two is close, Tazkia realizes that the girl in the photo is behind Sumi while crouching with a blank view staring at Sumi.
" Excuse me ma'am" said Tazkia.
" Oh yeah, why come out? the treat is not appropriate, son? mbah apologized yes because that's all we have." he said making Tazkia who heard it of course be unpleasant.
" Not Mbah, I just want to see and accompany the rice cleaning" said Tazkia with a smile.
" Okay, son, if so, don't mind."
Tazkia looked at the girl from earlier without taking her eyes off, Tazkia was really curious about the girl.
" Not my daughter but my grandchild."
" Oh yeah? beautiful yes mbah, even he looks very affectionate with mbah, the proof is that he is always beside the altar." said Tazkia while staring at the girl.
Hearing Tazkia's words at first Sumi seemed surprised and immediately looked at Tazkia, but the next second Sumi returned the smile kindly.
" Yes son, she is a smart girl and also jolly mbah very fond of him" Sumi said later.
" Why then now become moody and pale Mbah? is it sick?" ask Tazkia.
Hearing that again Sumi was surprised by Tazkia's words, but then she smiled again and approached Tazkia.
" You can just kid, you better go pity your friend alone in there" Sumi said later.
Hearing Sumi's advice, Tazkia then went inside and sat down next to Prasetia.
" Did that girl know Utari? but where and how?" said Sumi guessed hell while then stepping into the house.
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Meanwhile Aditya, Sinta, Doni and Aldo began to visit the houses of the citizens to provide socialization, the four of them chose to split which of course with the division of Aditya with Sinta while Doni with Aldo.
When Aditya and Sinta started socializing in one of the houses, Aldo and Doni chose to cover a little into the forest and then light a cigarette there. There was no talk between the two just the silence that accompanied them from earlier with a puff of cigarette smoke billowing around them.
" Al should we just stop our plan?" said Doni arrived to make Aldo then stop his movement and immediately look towards Doni.
" What's wrong with you? our plan was almost successful and you just gave up?" said Aldo with annoyance while throwing his cigarette butts carelessly.
" It's enough Al, what we're doing isn't right! mixing modern technology with the supernatural is not something that is true, all already there are portions and both walk each, where can we who are just ordinary humans change a long-running destiny!" doni tried to talk to Aldo about it.
At first Doni thought Aldo would be devastated by his words but it turns out that Doni was one of Aldo really can never be warned.
" It's too late! what's started can't be stopped, if you want you to try, we'll see who will succeed you or me!" aldo said with emphasis on each word he then stepped away leaving Doni alone.
Doni stared at Aldo's departure with a frustrated feeling, one by one the memories of the past began to cross his head, Doni was really frustrated by Aldo.
" How else do I have to persuade him? this is really wrong, Aldo has even gone too far but I .. I can't even pull him back to the surface of the argh." said Doni frustratedly.
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" Who's there?" said Doni when he heard the sound of a bush like being stepped on by someone.
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