The Old House

I stopped in front of it. I look at that Carpenter’s house the so called ‘haunted house’ in this small town. Im sure I hear some voices from there. As far as I know, there was nobody lived since 7 years ago. My dad said that Carpenter’s family died because murder did. That time, I was still 5 years old and I didn’t knew Carpenter family. And now, I still seeing that house. The house looked as scary as ever, with its rotten wood and hold up roof. I wonder why this house don’t collapse yet. Every neighbours said that ghosts live in that old house which very dangerous I thinked. If I wasn’t really needed the Lily flower for my school job, I never came here. 

Its cold tonight, not suprising since its almost winter. I hold tight my sweater but that cant give me enough heat for windy days like these.  I still on the front of yard this house, and I look some lily flowers in there. It seems so fresh and beauty, so weird. “Maybe anybody growned it..” I talk with my self just for being relax and stop feel scary. Then, when I’ll take off one of the lily flowers, suddenly the door was opened. Im shock, really shock. I almost feel die cause all my body being cold. I running from there as fast as possible.

After I think I was run far enough from there, I stopped. I take a rest for a while and I look back. The way so scary and nobody there. If not because of the quiet surroundings, I might cant listen to the foot steps. However, this foot steps is so familiar for me, since I only know one person that walk my rhythm like this. Then I was shocked for seconds when I look back again Steve standing in front of me. “You can scare me!” I spoke to Steve almost scream. But Steve ignore me, “What are you doing here?!”. Steve rise his hand and check his watch. “Its 11:24pm”. Im so nervous about what Steve asked.
“Em.. yeah, I just wanna get something for my school job”. Steve still looking at me for few seconds. And then, he saying carefully, “..dont say that you were going to.. Carpenter’s house?”. I try to breath for a while. “Unfortunately, yes…”. Steve seems not believe it. “Oh my God! Are you insane!?” he screams. I try to more relax just because I don’t wanna make some people wake up and hear us. “At the first time I think so, but I really want that flower! I’ll be punished cause I don’t do Mr. Jhony’s homework anymore, Steve”. 

“Okay”. Steve can understand, “I don’t let you go there alone”. “What do you mean?” I asked. Steve just take up his shoulder. “…you..you want to accompany me? How about your parents?”
“Don’t worry about it. They just sleeping right now. We must get lily flower as fast as possible and go home before they aware Im not in my bedroom” he answered.

Then, Steve and I go to Carpenter’s house although I feel hesitate to do it. “If not for my school job, I never want to do it” I said it back. “Okay, listen to me. We just need to go there, take your lily flower and then come back to home. Okay? Just that” he seems nervous, so do I.

A few minutes later Steve and I arrived in that house. The old house which very scary I think. We are silent together and looking at that house.

“So, what do you waiting for?” Steve break silence. “Come in” he says. “Come in?” I repeat after him. “Yeah! Of course. We don’t need to knock on the door and say ‘Hello! Anybody home? I’ll take your lily flower’”. I almost laugh hear it, but I agree with Steve. I just take off that lily and go home, simple. Then I try to open the gate anymore. I walking into the park_if that was park, and Steve following me behind. Any some flowers in there but it just lily kind.

“Come on, J!” Steve whispered of me. I doubt to do it. But I take off that flower carefully. “Yeah, you got it finally” Steve take a breath and clap my shoulder. “Thanks. Its time to go home”. “Hey, I don’t think so. We just a few minutes here. Lets spend our night to looking for secret about this house” Steve said. And I really shock with Seteve. He really crazy, I mean. “You as a lunatic person.  Lets go home now!”
Steve take my hand so hard. “Please, just a minute. I just want to know what the hell problem in this house. It’ll be fine”. I couldn’t do anything, “Okay just a minute, don’t be weird”

We stare at its empty window. It look hollow and full of darkness. You will get the same feeling when you stare at dead man’s eyes. Since I never stare at dead man’s eyes (and probably never).  Steve and I here not for a serious matter, and not whim either. We just want to know what happen with this house and being lucky if we find proof for dangerous house like this. 

Steve was spying when I look around. “You see? There’s nothing here, it just the old scary house without anything”
“Yes, you right. Nobody there”
“Don’t you think we must go home soon!?”
“Okay”. Steve seems disappointed. We turn around and walk away.
Suddenly, Steve stared at me. “Calm down. I hear something”. I increasingly fear right now.
“Stop it! We must to go home, its too late”
“I know, but.. Can you hear that voice?”
“Voice!?”
“Ssshh! Be silent. Someone might hear us”

We keep quite. And actually I hear the voice. Its like conversation. And then Steve pulled me under brush. “What are you doing, Steve!?” I screamed.
“Ssh! Shut up! Somebody come. See it” Steve show me from the hole of brush. I whisper, I look two men who has bad face still walking into the house.
“Who are they?” Steve asked.
“I don’t know. And I don’t care about it. I just want to go home right now”
“Stop scarying at nothing. They’re just human. We could call police if something happen. Lets find out”. As far as I be best friend of Steve, I know that Steve is courageous person than me. But, I think it isn’t right moment to show how brave you are. “Come on Steve, don’t think excessive. Maybe they’re just a gardener”. Im not sure with what I said. But I want Steve stop his crazy think.
“Fool! It isn’t possible. First, its empty house and so nasty. Second, I never see anybody here moreover for arrange the garden. So, that ridiculous assumption you got there”
I wont hear Steve’s answer but I asked, “So, what will you do?”

 

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Baru aja gue dan temen gue turun dari taksi, dengan si Bapak sopir yang membantu menurunkan barang-barang dari bagasi, gue lihat sesosok wanita yang sudah cukup tua berkerudung pesta (kerudung banyak manik2nya) berdiri di seberang bak seorang putri. 

Gue tersenyum kearah ibu itu. Entah karena apa gue senyum, karna gue ngerasa aja ibu itu adalah ibu kos gue. Dan benar. Ibu itu membalas senyum gue dan menggerak-gerakkan tangannya tanda biar gue menuju ke sana. Masih dibantu si Bapak yang tak henti-hentinya membantu, gue dan temen gue nyebrang dikeramaian jalan mendaki gunung lewati lembah dan sampai ke singgasana kosan gue. 

Setelah menjalani proses basa-basi dan bayar taksi tentunya, gue berharap banget gue bisa langsung rebahan di kamar kosan gue. Merem bentar buat adapatasi sama lingkungan baru dari perjalanan yang cukup panjang. Tapi, lagi-lagi, bayangan gue meleset. Gue gak tau amalan gue terlalu kurang ato gimana, bayangan baik gue selalu meleset dan lo tau pastinya, fakta yang ada tidak terlalu baik.

Langsung aja, kesimpulannya ibu kos gue ini katanya nggak tau kalo gue mau dateng hari ini. Jadi kamar gue belom disiapin sepenuhnya, baru dicat doang dan belon ada kasurnya. Gue hampir mati suri begitu tau kamar gue belon ada kasurnya dan, 

--kasurnya belon beli. 

Nyaaaak! Yaelah begimana sik. Tadi pan ditelpon enyak bilang “sudah ditunggu” sekarang bilang kagak tau aye bakal dateng dimari. Terus pan depan rumah ada kampus noh, kampus yang jual beraneka ragam kebutuhan yang sape tau pan ada kasur disono. 

Gue geregetan. Gue terancam kurang istirahat. Gue… megap-megap. 

Tapi bagaimanapun gue udah booking tu kamar dan seharusnya gue segera dapet fasilitas layaknya kosan kebanyakan. Jadi gue bilang, gue tunggu sampe kamarnya ready, yang penting hari ini kelar. Jahat? Ya kagaklah. Jaman sudah merdeka bro! Gak nyambung? Ya emang.

Sejam kemudian, gue akhirnya bisa beres-beres di kamar baru gue yang.. bau apek. Rasanya engap gue ada di ruangan ini. Mungkin gue aja yang belum terbiasa sama udara di sini, jadi gue abaikan dan berusaha membenahi kamar gue senyaman mungkin biar gue bisa cepet istirahat. 

Kamar gue ada di lantai dua rumah Ibu dan yang agak menguntungkan kamar gue deket sama balkon, jadi begitu beberes gue bisa duduk-duduk bentar di luar sambil liat jalanan Jogja yang macet. Yang gue tau kosan ini sepi banget, cuma beberapa gelintir orang yang menghuni. Bangunan di lantai dua adalah bangunan tua, jadi terkesan kuno, gelap dan aneh. Aneh menurut gue, karna gue gak biasa sama suasana rumah yang kayak begini. 

Singkat cerita, gue masih punya waktu beberapa hari sebelum gue akhirnya bener-bener bertugas di kantor. Jadi gue manfaatin sebaik mungkin sebagai pendatang di kota wisata ini. Gue berencana untuk keliling kota, kuliner, foto-foto dan sejenisnya dengan kepedean gue yang luar biasa pastilah gue gaakan kalah sama tourist si bule-bule kelayapan. 

Tetapi. Ya, tetapi. 

Entah kenapa dalam cerita hidup gue selalu ada tetapi. Gue dateng ke kota ini sebagai pengemban tugas, bukan melancong layaknya wisatawan. Jadi problem pertama, transportasi, problem kedua, tour guide, problem ketiga, emaaaak.. duit maakk :(

Di kosan tempat gue tinggal ini ternyata angkutan umum yang menuju ke pusat kota sangatlah pemalu. Kata embak kosan yang berhasil gue kenalin, gue harus punya kendaraan pribadi buat ngakses seluruh penjuru kota Jogja biar lebih gampang. Gue nelfon nyokap, ngapain lagi kalo nggak bikin repot. Gue minta saran ke nyokap gimana caranya biar gue bisa sedikit refreshing sebelum gue bertugas. Nyokap nyaranin buat nyewa sepeda motor, nyokap sendiri dapet informasi dari temen nyokap di Jogja yang katanya emang gampang buat nemuin tempat sewa sepeda motor.

“ Udah, sewa aja sebulan. Entar Mama kirimin uang lagi”

“Ma” kata gue. “Nyewa motor? Sebulan? Sehari aja udah ancur kali mah, tu motor”

“Lah, kenapa?”

“Ma” gue buang nafas kecil. “Akukan ngga bisa bawa motor. Lagian nggada SIM, kena tilang repot dah”

“Oo.. gitukah?” jawab nyokap, kalem.

Jadi, rencana itu batal. Gue baru aja kepikiran buat naik taksi sebagai gantinya, tapi setelah gue cek dompet, rencana itu gagal lagi. Bukan karna duitnya nggada, bukan. Duit adalah coy, naik taksi keliling kota? Bisa.. Kuliner ke sana kemari? Bisa.. Beliin oleh-oleh buat yang di rumah? Oo jelas nomer satu. Tapi setelah itu semua terlaksana, gue hanya bisa makan garem empat bulan.

Karna tekad gue buat keliling kota dan berwisata cukup kuat, akhirnya gue dan temen gue beranikan diri untuk keluar dulu dari kosan. Entah nantinya mau naik ojek, becak, andong apadeh terserah, yang penting gue check out dulu dari kosan. Hhm. .

Gue tanya-tanya ke beberapa orang di jalan, kemana gue harus berjalan kalo tujuan gue adalah pusat kota. Dan kebanyakan orang yang gue tanya selalu menimbulkan percakapan seperti ini,

“Bu, maaf mau tanya sebentar, arah ke pusat kota kalo dari sini kemana, ya?” 

Dan dengan wajah berseri mirip Raisa si ibu-ibu akan menjawab, “Woo.. mau ke Malioboro ya?” 

Entah dari mana mereka nebak tapi gue jawab ‘iya’ aja. Toh nggada salahnya kalo destinasi pertama gue ke Malioboro. Maka, si ibu-ibu tadi dengan gagah berani bin nggilani  berkata, “Deket mbak, dari sini. Jalan aja mendingan. Tinggal luruuuuss aja ke arah sana, nanti kalo ketemu Tugu belok kanan. Terus luruuuss lagi, sampe deh” 

Jadi, apa bayangan lo ketika ada orang jelasin arah jalan dengan menekan kata ‘lurus’ sampe segitunya? Ya emang bener-bener lurus ajakan? Lempeng gitu, terus tau-tau nyampe. Benar begitu bukan? 

Oke, lo bisa gue maklumi kalo mengira ‘lurus’ yang ditekankan sang Ibu itu hanya berjarak sekitar 200-500 meter saja. Iya, saja. 

Karna dengan jarak seperti itu lo bisa jalan kaki sebentar, agak pegel dikit tapi ngirit. Hastag anak kos. Ehem, tapi kenyataannya. 

KENYATAANNYA:  Gue jalan sama temen gue, jam sembilan pagi persis dari depan kos sampe udah satu jam lamanya berjalan dan Tugu itu belom juga keliatan. Kampret. Gue dari tadi jalan sesuai saran ibu, yang-namanya-saya-tidak-tahu atau sebut-saja-dia-mawar, sampe kehausan dan kekeringan. Ibu menteri tolong gueee, gue seonggok wanita kecil tak berdaya yang sedang tersesat di negeri oraaaanggg argh.

Sampe beberapa menit kemudian gue tiba di persimpangan jalan magelang, samar-samar gue liat bayangan itu. Bayangan harapan yang muncul dari api fatamorgana.. yang silau karna terik matahari.. Bangke! Itu tugunya! Baru keliatan setelah gue jalan berjam-jam. Dan itupun, keliatan kecil sekali dari tempat gue berdiri. Gue hampir putus asa. Gue kehilangan masa remaja gue karna kebegoan gue sendiri. Apasih. Embuh.

“Itu, Min, tugunya” temen gue berseru.

“Iya tapi kecil banget. Kayanya masih jauh. Gila gempor gua mah” kata gue ngos-ngosan.

“Gue juga capek sih. Tapi kita udah jalan sampe sini, sayang nggak sih udah hampir sampe kita nyerah” kata temen gue, berpetuah.

“Gila siapa yang mau berenti. Gue justru mau ngelabrak itu tugu, kenapa dari tadi nggak muncul-muncul batang idungnya”

Gue berjalan lebih semangat. Semangat pengen ngegampar tu tugu. Gue sadar setelahnya, mungkin, kelelahan gue waktu itu, telah meracuni saraf normal gue dan merubahnya menjadi setengah gila. 

NB: Jadi gini, sebelum gue lanjut ceritanya, buat lo yang penasaran seberapa jauh gue jalan, segera praktekan hal-hal di bawah ini:

Datanglah ke Jalan Godean KM 3 depan Mirota Kampus yang keceh. Lalu, tanpa alat transportasi apapun, berjalanlah ke arah timur sampai persimpangan Tugu Identitas. Jangan tanya berapa meter, karna kenyataannya lo akan menempuh jarak berkilo-kilo meter! 

Yang udah tau. Mohon maklumi kebegoan gue yang gue eman-eman selama 18 tahun.

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Sebenernya ini bukan semacam sesi curhat atau apa yang lu pikir tentang sebuah riwayat hidup yang bercucuran darah. Ini tulisan pertama gue setelah gue ‘mati suri’ dari dunia perbloggingan dimana gue cuma mau berbagi pengalaman karna gue nggak tau lagi harus bikin hati gue tenang dengan cara apa. 

Terkadang lo butuh waktu buat sendiri, lo butuh waktu buat nenangin pikiran dan kembali ke masa yang lo pikir nyaman buat diulang. Gue sadar, waktu terus berputar, hidup akan terus berjalan, ujian akan bertambah berat dan es krim paddle pop ada yang baru.

Dan caption di atas nggak ada kaitannya sama hal yang mau gue tulis kali ini. Jazakalloh.