The sound of the clatter sounded again.
A familiar disagreement in my memory, whose clanging continues to kick in my ear. The Origin of Dentangan was heard from the old table. An old table not far to the right of my bed.
Huaaeeem ..! my eyes narrowed because it was glaring so highlights my view.
I look at the shabby curtains there, looking dim light shadows dim light into my face.
My gaze wistfully, staring in every direction of this room, seen some clothes scattered on the table and on the floor this rather stuffy room.
That clanging sound again !. The sound of a round object on the old table still bothered me again.
I stared at him for a moment and immediately grabbed it to turn off the sound of a weekly clock that had so disturbed my comfort.
Somehow sleepiness is still so pervasive in this pair to my two eyes.
"Ah it's six o'clock in the morning! It's too early for me to wake up. Better for a moment I just put my eyes just a few minutes longer "soft me while looking tired of the weeker clock that I hold this and then I lose it back.
For a moment my body again felt the comfort that so pamper me.
After a while there was a rhythmic beat, a pulsating sound as though it were a small heartbeat.
The burst of beating continued to beat, piercing the stillness of the moment.
And suddenly remind me of something. Instantly momentarily illustrated emerged a figure of face that I feel very familiar to him.
The old-fashioned face, dotted with a thick mustache with a pair of fierce eyes. Suddenly blows me out of my subconscious.
"Ah, I'm sorry I'm late! Certainly Mr. Bob will punish me if I'm late today, this is certainly the day he taught "
I murmur nervously.
I stared nervously at the beats, the beat of the rhythmic heart, which made my heart keep pounding. And huala! The sly look of the weeker's hour, whose hands had been clashing each other for a long time. It was 8:21 am, a sign that I was really late for school.
Immediately without much thought again, step gontai ku trace on this slippery cold floor. Only echoing sounds were scattered all over the room as my footsteps clashed together quickly.
The old door of the bathroom that I unlocked the door just made a long squeal of drone, and made my ear drum.
Praankk ..! Instantly the door slammed when I met again.
A moment of gurgling water, echoing in the dim room and dim.
It just leaves a sense of chills and cold in my skin pores.
Overview of time keep moving and moving forward.
Again my basic steps went towards my room, which I saw very dimly light nan airless felt.
I dressed my bedroom window curtains that blocked the light. And instantly the light that was just a glimmer now splattered filled my room.
I stripped the towel on my body, and then I grabbed my white shirt uniform, then I grabbed the gray blue pants that lay on the floor for me to wear.
My hair that looks random, rush me tidy.
Hole socks, and dull white shoes I wear.
A black bag hanging not far from my window on my shoulders.
Immediately I raced into the street, without eating breakfast that will be prepared mama, so as not to gain more time.
My quick step, collide with each other. My footsteps slammed the wet soil I did not even bother.
The morning dew just did not feel cold on my skin anymore, when I feel. But still leaves a thousand dew dots behind the millions of leaves there.
Ah my view is only directed toward the road that seems like there is no end.
Housing-housing was no longer visible in the embrace of my eyes, only rice fields that look stretched on the left side. And some small forests appear on the other side.
I have to keep walking along this path, and turn the forest on my right side to get where I usually wait for the angkot everyday.
Already seen no more some school children still walk in this street, which in fact every morning must always be filled by school children.
"Ah it's really late for me this morning!" I whispered as I jogged.
Moreover, when I looked at a group of clouds in the sky there, looked no longer but increasingly clot black into gray, making my step by step more powerful.
The chirping gang keeps chirping in some towering trees so close to the top of the path I pass.
My steps stumble and start tired, cursory I stop the rare foot of my foot. I was breathless because I was tired.
But why my eyes twinkle round sharply, screaming toward the old road on the other side. The old grassy, familiar streets were for me.
Often me and my cool classmate, past the old street, in order to cut the road faster.
But somehow the old road is now on the beam of wooden blocks that begin to rot in the eating times, by the people around.
And making the old road is no longer in the path of the pedestrians.
My gaze rounded wildly toward the old road lips, which are now only filled with tall grass knees and some even reach the hips. Seen some hanging roots swinging freely and attached to several branches of trees on the side of his street lip.
At first glance somehow I want to pass that way, maybe my reason to save time, or minimize the rain fall there, which will glance down a few moments.
Ah fool, a bunch of cold winds momentarily blows my face, making my hair swiftly agile.
Maybe the rain would soon disturb me and drown me.
Immediately step doubt me jejakan enter the old street.
Cross-wood crossing blocked the entrance, I broke.
My tall grass is ruined by my footprint. A number of shameless princess leaves were only docked when trampled by me.
Insects like grasshoppers, many of which fly out of the grass as I pass. The old road is dim and dim because of the shady leaves of the trees in this unkempt old road, when I look for a moment.
Ah this old way is really very different from the first, maybe because I rarely pass, I thought a little no matter.
But it seemed strange to me, as I gradually left my feet. The grass around me was starting to row and many were dry.
The trees around him began to leaved as if it had fallen all from the base.
The branches were looming too rough, covering the dim light trying to break through.
At first glance when I looked like a forest died for me.
Only a few cricket sounds echoed along the way.
Suddenly suddenly came cold winds gently and gently spread between the dry trees there. Then stroked my face smooth as if someone had passed me. And also keep Make clothes and my hair instantly swinging indeterminate in all directions.
For then the mysterious winds disappear instantly, for a moment the sound of crickets is no longer heard.
As if it felt sad and lonely, my footsteps began to collide quickly, gradually made me run because it was as if someone had followed me, and tried to catch me something.
My eyes began to water because they were nervous and afraid to hear the many sounds of foot-thumping behind me.
I do not even want to look back, and do not want to know what follows me for being too scared. As if my whole journey just seemed to go further and endless.
The sounds of footsteps behind me were no longer heard by me.
Gradually my footsteps begin to slow down, as the shoots begin to appear at the end of the branches of trees and then become shady.
Even the once barren land began to look a lot of various wild flowers that bloom beautifully, covering the entire path that I passed.
It makes me feel safe.
I track my feet gazing at every wildflower that stretches wide, even until there are grown in the trees and circled some hanging roots there.
A lot of butterflies are scattered everywhere, and there are even a variety of gorgeous wild birds that I have never seen before.
All this looks like a forest center completely untouched by pollution and humans.
Even the sky looks very bright, light only penetrate the shade of leafy leaves that look fresh green.
Rarely, my legs slow down and stop immediately, when one looks from to the distant there is languid slumped, and hugging her two legs.
Ah funny I should have been more afraid than that when I saw such a thing. I thought small, but instead I felt sure that he was really human.
And as I got closer to walking, the figure turned out to be just a sad little girl.
"Hi little girl, why do you look sad?" Soft me softly to the little girl.
He looked surprised and immediately wiped the dew drops that adorned his cute face. Then looked at me glazed with his glance.
He smiled for a moment and then answered.
"Ah it's okay, I just want to cry!"
he said quietly, his face looking radiant even though a little bit pale.
I kind of feel a little strange to hear the simple answer that makes me a little anxious.
"But why!"
I'm so curious, then he paused for a moment and answered slowly.
"Mama told me to wait here for a while, because it seems papa was angry, I'm afraid papa beat mama again, that's why I'm sad. But you must be back! "
I stumbled for a moment, and felt no need to know what was happening to him.
"Then can I stay with you for a while? At least until your mama comes back "me softly to the little girl.
"Oh really? terimakasi kak "
I just smiled flatly at him to hear him say.
"Then if you can know who's your name?"
"Tania! Just call me tania! "
said the little girl called tania.
I began to look at him no more, because he looked more like a little elf, than a ghost or a person.
He also looks more like pulling some flowers, then tucked on the top of his ears.
For a moment he asked me something.
"Do not you want to be my friend?"
"Oh of course!"
I answered liri. Uh the basic kids are there-there's just a strange question, I thought to myself.
He just returned to smile his sweet smile on me.
Then a faint sound of a voice came from there, where I passed the voice came from.
"Tania! Tania! Tania! "
so i heard.
"Oh that's mama!"
he said looking pleased as he pointed to a woman standing in the distance there.
Tampa a lot of small talk again he immediately ran towards the woman.
Actually I wanted to follow that little girl to the woman, but I guess I did not think it was necessary.
For a few moments the little girl was already in her arms, from that end the little girl then waved her to me from there, as the rare and the woman's shoulders seemed to keep moving away.
Ah I suddenly remembered something.
I'm really late, it must be late for me to go to school.
Suddenly rarely fast and spare me pairs, for a moment looking backwards no longer see the figure of the woman and the little girl on the other end, ah I was not too willing to give a headache. Besides now I'm really late to school.
The flowers are overflowing gradually began to disappear, the grass and thorns again visible even grass is getting higher in because mixed with the reeds, sounded vaguely sounds that make me more excited, yes it is the sound of many vehicles my sign will be soon out of the path that bothered me for the high grass.
My right foot stalks out the grass and weeds, followed by my left foot.
Hu! how relieved I am, when I see the highway, and lots of vehicles passing on it.
But there is something strange and startled me, it turns out after my brief stay a cloud looks very shady and bright, as if it never rained, and still very early.
Moreover, many school children scattered step on the roadside.
"They are not late, but maybe it's too late to go to school"
Ah do not need me to think, maybe it's a lot of people come late today.
I do not think too much.
Immediately I stop the angkot, and when I ride the angkot I stop this.
It turns out my cool friend is also in the same angkot with me.
I greeted him in surprise and asked him.
"Tumben, this time you come late to school, it's past eight o'clock in the morning"
Cool looked at me in surprise.
"What are you dreaming of last night! this is still at 6:30 am, and not too late "
sindir cool while showing his watch on me.
"What but this morning I saw it was eight o'clock, really!"
I said incredulously.
"Ah you really Niel, maybe you this morning wrong look at the clock"
liri cool easy, while looking at strange myself.
"But right ...!" My heart immediately pounded remembering the girl named tania earlier.
A few small sweat bears line up on my forehead.
Ah not possible, but is it true time can go backwards, ah maybe i'm wrong.
My mind began to make a fool.
I want to ask something cool, something about the old road I passed earlier, and also the little girl called tania.
But I'm still too nervous to ask about that stuff on the cool.
Until finally after school, when I, cool and some of my friends passed the old street.
I stopped for a moment my legs, to look at the old road.
This makes it cool, and some of my friends are surprised to look at me.
I kept feeling as if there was something standing there in the grassy old street.
But cool dumped my shoulders, and asked what I thought.
I just kept quiet while looking at him as if I was just exhausted.
I just struck my leg. Suddenly cool told me about the old road, he pointed to the old road and said.
"Niel knows not why the road was crossed by some citizens"
I shook my head as if I did not want to know.
"2 years ago in the old street there had been a case of the murder of a child and his mother by a man who is the husband of the woman, no one knows why the husband killed the child and his own wife"
say cool is rather serious.
"Is it true? Ah but there's no reason to get in the way? "
"It's true, but a few weeks after the case was closed by the police. There are stories from some people who say they've passed the place, they often find odd things, like the mystery of the passage of time, or something that follows from behind the person passing through the old road. Often there is a woman's appearance, and when the night is often heard the sound of a child crying. It is said that some locals, the spirit of the little boy feel lonely because they have no friends! From then on the place is on the crossbar and no one wants to pass it again, until now "
After listening to the story that tells the cool story, make me swallow, my face suddenly paled my legs seemed stiff.
Cool just asks why I look pale.
Then I just said I was exhausted.
The next day I did not go to school for a few days because I was still traumatized.
And from that moment on I was no longer passing the old road and had more memili turning away, and began to forget about it.
Even the story I made short stories when getting the task of making up, and really did not think I get the highest score in my class.
I am so happy, even though the girl named tania still continues to be a mystery in my memory, and will continue to be a mystery to me to this day.***