Septin the Brave
Episode 14 Story of Father

The night was getting late but did not make Septin sleepy after doing the task that his Master gave to him last afternoon.

Septin came to the father who was sitting alone on the porch of his house, while Abang Septin himself was working outside the city, and in the last few months there has been no news of him making his father become irritated thinking about his son.

''Dad hasn't slept?'' septin asked kindly and chose to sit next to his father.

''Why aren't you sleeping?'' the father asked Septin his daughter.

''Not yet sleepy Well,'' his reply was brief. ''Dad why is still sitting on the porch gini sich, not his tired father came home from work was almost magrib earlier,'' asked Septin looking at the face of the father who looks so tired.

''Dad, aren't you sleepy yet, son? meningan you sleep gih sanah, it's been 9 pm more you know, said his father pointed towards the black circle attached to the wall of his house.

''Septin has not been sleepy Well, if githu why not Dad story in the past just to Septin,'' said his idea to give the father, the father, he gave the idea, after all, going to the room was free if not sleepy, it will not be able to sleep, Septin thought.

''What's the story?'' ask her dad confused.

''What the hell is Dad? the important thing is to make a ngakak,'' Pinta Septin justifies his sitting to be more comfortable again when listening to the story of the father.

''Once, when my father was a child, he told me this story from the next door neighbor that night he wanted to go to his rice field, to keep the harvest that was not finished this morning, you know that the days of little Daddy were very many thieves who wanted to take the harvest that had not been brought home, therefore Mr. Jamil and Mr. Muklas went to his rice fields on the day to keep the soybeans that this afternoon he harvested in his rice fields, they both go to the rice fields on foot because in the past no one had a bicycle, only certain people who have a bicycle, even if only the bicycle ontel only,'' Light Mr. A siarip to his daughter Septin.

''Keep what else well,'' asked Septin who was starting to be curious about the story from his father. According to Septin Such is not an ancient era that many thieves, in modern times like this alone the thief is still on the roam where, where, but the difference between the past and the present is very contrasting. If in the past steal for the needs of his family, because he no longer knows what to do, so by stealing in order to get a bite of rice doang.

Whereas in modern times like this, most people steal only for personal pleasure, such as gambling, buying narco*ba and ngengin girls who can be booked anytime he wants, he said, so the difference is very far away, right?.

''They both carried a bed made of bamboo by being hit by both of them, only by carrying a Torch and clurit for them to hold if there are people who want to do strange things in their fields later.

The timid Mr. Muklas always asked him in front of Mr. Jamil, when he reached the middle of his rice field happened to be the Torch they brought to death, because that night the wind was very strong. Dark, it is certainly dark in the middle of the rice field there are no lights anymore. Mr. Muklas was sitting near Mr. Jamil who was actually the bed he had brought just now.

''You why Mr. Muklas, afraid so be a person, ''' said Mr. Jamil when he saw Mr. Muklas who was sitting on his bed.

''I'm afraid Mr Jamil, especially here it's so dark? nyesel I went to the rice field like that, replied Mr. Muklas with his regret.

''It's better you stay here alone, I will mengumpulin soybean branches that have no seeds first, so we can be cassava here,'' mr. Jamil said to Mr. Muklas who immediately did not allow Mr. Jamil to leave.

With uncertain feelings Mr. Muklas released the grip of Mr. Jamil's hand from his hand. Quickly, Mr. Jamil collected the soybean branches that had been cleaned this afternoon, then he brought it near his bed where Mr. Muklas was waiting with a taste of heartache, because his fear has become so since then after the death of Mr. Jamil.

Mr. Jamil reached into the pocket of his pants to take a match that he accidentally slipped in his pocket earlier. After the flame Pak Jamil rushed to take cassava from the tree directly, because the land was loose so Pak Jamil did not need to spend a lot of energy to get cassava in the rice field area.

When the two of them were busy burning cassava in his bonfire arrived the figure of the cassava lover, Mr. Jamil thought his cassava was ripe so it had given off a pretty good smell in his nose. But instead they are shocked by the arrival of a figure that according to Mr. Muklas creepy, namely Genderuwo who approached them both, and also the two, Mr. Jamil looks calmer looking at the figure who suddenly joined the two of them.

''Why Kliwon?'' ask Mr. Jamil to relax.

''Kok you know my name is Kliwon?'' ask back the sinister figure, Mr. Jamil knows he is Kliwon not because his name is Kliwon, but tonight is Kliwon Saturday, so Mr. Jamil called him his with Kliwon.

''Why must not know whose name you are, ''' said Mr. Jamil made Mr. Muklas tremble in his making, because of Pak Jamil's interaction with the creepy creature in front of him.

''Because you already know me, how about I join, '' said the figure gave the idea to Mr. Jamil, who gave the idea, while Mr. Muklas was stiff when he heard he wanted to be there with him.

Seconds

Two seconds

Three seconds

The figure is still at home sitting with Pak Jamil and also Pak Muklas, Until the end in the fifth second Genderuwo offers food to Jamil oak and also Pak Muklas.

''You two are hungry?'' asked enthusiastically, Mr. Jamil had smiled because he knew he would have a good meal tonight.

.

.

.