Mystery Stories: Meeting in Other Age
M. Fajar Junariyata
by M. Fajar Junariyata
Rain was still falling drizzle when the Avanza silverku started down the small road a bit winding. With a little caution I drive, because it was raining all day to make the streets a little bit slippery. I, my wife and third son: Vidya, Visya and Dara afternoon it was deliberately heading diperbukitan a house in the village Pangradin Jasinga District of western Bogor area. After asking several times, finally we entered the small road is rather winding. Besides somewhat tortuous, roads also sometimes rise sometimes down to follow the contours of the mountains where the address of a house that will we see according to the address listed on an advertisement on the internet. Indeed, before us, I and my wife have been negotiating about to look for a small house that is beautiful and peaceful with soil rather broad in the suburbs, in preparation if our house that now we tempatai in the area Sentul Bogor eventually we should remove the company developer. After talks with various considerations, we agreed that we would look for a comfortable house in a quiet area with a large land, so that we can spend our old days later in a serene and peaceful. Bebrapa then today we diligently look around the house and land ad in accordance with our plans, so in the end we found an ad about a house in the village of Bukit Kaso Pangradin with specifications that we want. After several telephone communication with the owner, we finally agreed today we will review the house.After traveling along approximately 4-5 km, we finally arrived at its destination. Faintly I hear the call to prayer, then we have traveled approximately three and a half hours. Because as I recall, we set off from Sentul before the clock struck half past two, and now it sounded azan maghrib.After I stopped my car in a yard large enough, I see my wife and my children, all just silent see the house and the surrounding environment. The house looks tiny in the middle of the garden is very broad. On both sides of the house are many fruit trees like rambutan, durian, harp, bananas and so on, so impressed lush. Lonely do not see any sign of activity at all, makes me hesitant to go down daeri car. I ask for consideration of my wife: "What, Mom? It looks like a vacant house no occupants, whether we go down or go home? ""All the way've got here, when they come useless, dong. What we should not go down first, who knows the person is in. Especially now maghrib, what we should not ride pray first? ".Eventually though somewhat hesitant, I was out of the car followed by his wife and daughters. I deliberately did not turn off the car engine and kuhidupkan great lights, to illuminate the pages that are already getting dark. With courage, I headed for the door of the house. Sesampinya at the door, I say hello and knocked on the door several times. There is no answer at all, kuintip of a crack in the window, in the dark and deserted. Curious, kuterikkan greetings and knocked several times leaves opintu sealed it. Not unexpectedly turned out to be no answer greetings from inside the house, and I heard someone step toward the door. Shortly thereafter, I heard the door lock is rotated and the door opened. A middle aged woman, I saw standing holding a kerosene oil lamp to open the door. But there was something that surprised us, when the woman with a pale face and the face of gaping like seeing a ghost to the five and several times saw our car parked in the yard. Suddenly a middle-aged woman re-closed the door with a rather loud and scampered back into the house leaving us dazed, not knowing what had happened. After a while, we looked at each other anatar me, my wife and my third. I ventured to push the door with a half-shouting: "I'm sorry there was what, ma'am?"There is no answer at all from the inside. Back home quiet as when we arrived. The increasingly heavy rain fell to the sound of thunder and lightning that occasionally audible."How bu, there seems to be a problem with the owner of the house. Do we go home? ", I asked my wife."But increasingly heavy rains pack, what you should not Mr, contact outsourcer first?" Said my wife."Well", I said, meengeluarkan HP Nokiaku. Then I tried to contact Surya, the outsourcer."Hallo, Surya mas, greetings ...", I opened the conversation."Yes hallo .... Wa'alaikum salaam, "replied solar."Mas Surya, I've been in the house mas Surya advertising. Posisimas Surya, where? ", I asked."Oh yes sir, soon I get to the location. Sorry there are obstacles before my motorcycle tire leak, so it should sews first. Please wait a minute, yes sir! ""Surya mas Ok, I hope not too long mas Surya immediately get here", I reply, then closed it HPku.I, my wife and my children and then sit at long wooden bench in the corner of the porch. We sat somewhat coincide, in addition to the bench was a bit cramped for the five of us to sit, but also to coincide, can slightly reduce the cold that plagued our body. A few minutes later we heard the sound of a gas engine with a somewhat high, and then I saw the lights of motor began to enter the page. After a motorcycle parked near the car Avanzaku, I saw someone with a medium stature and wearing a raincoat ran toward the porch where we sat and waited."Sorry sir, I hope Mr. willing to forgive me for being late and long wait". He said as he shook hands with me, my wife and my children in turn."There is nothing mas Solar, we not long ago really. There was a mother who opened the door, but he strangely why even as the fear back into the house and did not come out again. Whether the mother was afraid of us? Understandably mas Solar, today there are many bad people, so it is not wrong if one is dating nights like this give rise to suspicion and fear. By the way a mother ready to take that? Whether it is Mother mas Surya or keep the house? "I asked."Moms? I do not think anyone in this house, sir. This house has long nobody occupies, since tens of years ago. Occasionally I and my brothers here on holiday. Yes usually every Saturday or Sunday or holiday we certainly nothing here, just rest and clean the house ". She answered somewhat surprised."But we had been opened by a middle-aged woman, she wore kebaya cloth and holding a kerosene lamp, mas Surya. If it is true that inhabit no, then who is he? "I asked."Well sir, you should let us see who is inside, things indeed sometimes there are neighboring villages who come to this house for a lunch break after working in a field not far from here. Understandably houses rather far from here, about five hundred meters ". He answered, stepping to the front door of the house. I mengikunya from behind and behind me my wife and my children have followed.Surya Mas immediately opened the door with the key. Strange, it seems that the door had been opened by the mother earlier and not locked again so I could push it open. But now I see clearly that Mr. Surya need a key to open it again.Once inside, mas Surya immediately push the button switch to turn on the electricity. After the power is on, then obviously all the furniture in the house. The house turned out to be an old-fashioned small house with furniture that is also somewhat archaic. A set of simple old-fashioned wooden table and saw decorate the living room floor. Corner of the room I saw a television the size of 29 inch. And on the wall I saw a fairly large painting photo depicts two orng married with Sundanese traditional clothing. The men wear Sundanese and the middle-aged woman using the kebaya. I looked at the painting long while mas Solar, go into another room to leave us in the living room, after memepersilakanku sitting. I sat exactly facing the painting, while his wife and children sitting back to painting. Involuntarily I looked at the painting again. I've seen more closely, in the painting there S.Tono the artist name and the date when the painting was made, namely March 22 1678. Wow ... that means old painting very long. Whether it's painting grandparents mas Surya? Back I saw the painting female photo. That I think I've ever seen the person in the picture. But who, huh? And now that I think, it is very similar to the painting of a middle-aged woman who had opened the door. I have not had time to think further, mas Solar had entered the back room carrying a tray and drinks bottle."Drink first, sir. Sorry there is no warm water. Understandably this house is inhabited only if the holiday alone, so that there is only drink bottle "."Thanks, Surya mas. By the way that we should pray maghrib stay here if I can? "I asked.
"Perhaps, sir, let wudhlunya in the bathroom on the other side, while the mosque over there", he said, pointing toward the bathroom and prayer. I had my wife and my children immediately rushed to fetch water wudhlu and maghrib prayers, worried momentarily maghrib prayer time elapsed.Finished evening prayers, back we talked with mas Surya in the living room. In our conversations focus on the house has to offer and the price, so we forget about the middle-aged woman who opened the door was, until a while back I happened to look up and see the painting on the wall of the. Deg ... I remembered a middle-aged woman who answered the door earlier. then I asked mas Surya about the painting."It was our great-grandparents painting. He used to live here until something happens that makes our great-grandparents eventually moved to Bogor, and the house is eventually only be villas are occupied by children and grandchildren during the holidays "."Sorry, mas Surya, about what makes great-grandparent mas Surya finally decided to leave this house?", I asked probing."This is the story. This story handed down from our great-nini, to our grandfather, then retold to us. Time was when maghrib, nini great-we had guests five people, one man and four women. Incidentally nini our great-grandparents were living alone at home because our great-grandfather was there a need in the city. When we opened the door nini great-grandfather, great-grandfather nini we were very surprised and frightened, because guests are wearing clothes that do not like clothes in general at the time. That men use clothing as the dutch namely, pants and shirts. While women wear headscarves but not veils and not berkebaya, but wearing proper men. The man holding small objects and luminous rectangle. The man can communicate with others using it. Even more surprisingly, they use a cart without a horse with a dazzling light. It is not like a train carriage in general, silver and reflective. His voice rumbled and smoked. After the incident nini our great-grandfather was very scared and did not want to stay here again. So great grandfather was forced to buy another home in Bogor, as a residence. While the house is only used as villa alone, which is used to break in a holiday. However nini our great-grandparents did not want to come back to this house. There used to be guards, Deden pack his name, but he was already dead. Then his son Maman who continue keeping this house, until he died well. Well after that nothing else is keeping, because the children Mr. Maman work in the City. Thus the story of this house. But so far we have never experienced something strange in this house until today, and just now I heard Mr which makes me wonder, no one opened the door, but before I check there is no single person in this house except us. And had seen my own father had to use a key to open the door. If you do not mind, can be told characteristic Mr. woman who answered the door earlier? "I, my wife and my children looked at each other, back I saw a painting on the wall. Middle-aged woman who answered the door was very similar to the painting. Does this mean that the great-grandfather opened the door earlier nini mas Surya? Then it is seen by nini great-mas Surya it was us? Is not it time the woman opened the door I was holding HP? And the woman saw Avanzaku car parked in a field with the lights on? So we've met with great-mas nini Surya who lived hundreds of years ago? I do not think the run out why the incident happened? Until I go back to that thought still haunts Sentul, even until now a mystery that has not been able to solve. How do people who live in another era could meet?
"Perhaps, sir, let wudhlunya in the bathroom on the other side, while the mosque over there", he said, pointing toward the bathroom and prayer. I had my wife and my children immediately rushed to fetch water wudhlu and maghrib prayers, worried momentarily maghrib prayer time elapsed.Finished evening prayers, back we talked with mas Surya in the living room. In our conversations focus on the house has to offer and the price, so we forget about the middle-aged woman who opened the door was, until a while back I happened to look up and see the painting on the wall of the. Deg ... I remembered a middle-aged woman who answered the door earlier. then I asked mas Surya about the painting."It was our great-grandparents painting. He used to live here until something happens that makes our great-grandparents eventually moved to Bogor, and the house is eventually only be villas are occupied by children and grandchildren during the holidays "."Sorry, mas Surya, about what makes great-grandparent mas Surya finally decided to leave this house?", I asked probing."This is the story. This story handed down from our great-nini, to our grandfather, then retold to us. Time was when maghrib, nini great-we had guests five people, one man and four women. Incidentally nini our great-grandparents were living alone at home because our great-grandfather was there a need in the city. When we opened the door nini great-grandfather, great-grandfather nini we were very surprised and frightened, because guests are wearing clothes that do not like clothes in general at the time. That men use clothing as the dutch namely, pants and shirts. While women wear headscarves but not veils and not berkebaya, but wearing proper men. The man holding small objects and luminous rectangle. The man can communicate with others using it. Even more surprisingly, they use a cart without a horse with a dazzling light. It is not like a train carriage in general, silver and reflective. His voice rumbled and smoked. After the incident nini our great-grandfather was very scared and did not want to stay here again. So great grandfather was forced to buy another home in Bogor, as a residence. While the house is only used as villa alone, which is used to break in a holiday. However nini our great-grandparents did not want to come back to this house. There used to be guards, Deden pack his name, but he was already dead. Then his son Maman who continue keeping this house, until he died well. Well after that nothing else is keeping, because the children Mr. Maman work in the City. Thus the story of this house. But so far we have never experienced something strange in this house until today, and just now I heard Mr which makes me wonder, no one opened the door, but before I check there is no single person in this house except us. And had seen my own father had to use a key to open the door. If you do not mind, can be told characteristic Mr. woman who answered the door earlier? "I, my wife and my children looked at each other, back I saw a painting on the wall. Middle-aged woman who answered the door was very similar to the painting. Does this mean that the great-grandfather opened the door earlier nini mas Surya? Then it is seen by nini great-mas Surya it was us? Is not it time the woman opened the door I was holding HP? And the woman saw Avanzaku car parked in a field with the lights on? So we've met with great-mas nini Surya who lived hundreds of years ago? I do not think the run out why the incident happened? Until I go back to that thought still haunts Sentul, even until now a mystery that has not been able to solve. How do people who live in another era could meet?
