Am I Different?
(S3) Magical 2

Bu Sumi with her pompous steps and song songs that she is kicking with a high tone, making the moaning sound louder.

"Let's try? We live alone, so don't bother me. You don't know who's in front of you." Ms. Sumi really challenged him.

Gradually, the sound of gamelan rang. Gamelan with chants that sound sequential and good, making Bu Sumi interested to approach him.

Ms. Sumi who previously walked on the highway, is currently walking through a rock path and a little water jubilation in some parts of the road. From a distance there are bright lights. Slowly the cheers were heard more and more clearly in the hearing.

"Gini rain has an event? Oh, maybe the people in the orchid alley are so quiet, look at the show again. The village clean event may be, yes," muttered Bu Sumi.

He walked further and further along the road and approached with the source of the voice. There is a big stage, there are gamelan and people who play it, but strangely, there is not one woman who usually sings. In Java, it is commonly referred to as sindennya. The audience was very crowded, even though they were sitting under the rain water stub did not extinguish the current atmosphere. 'People here are weird, in the rain but don't carry umbrellas to shelter.'

Ms. Sumi also sat closer to one family, husband, wife and two daughters. Their faces looked pale, but Bu Sumi thought it was all because of the rain.

"I'm sitting here, huh?" Ms. Sumi was sitting near the wife who was holding her second number of children. Perhaps, this child is still about five years old. They turned simultaneously towards Bu Sumi, then nodded their heads simultaneously. The other daughter is bigger, maybe fourth or fifth grade.

With the togetherness of the behavior, make the feathers of Bu Sumi stand. Their eyes were sharp, even the large dominant eyeballs were black.

Bu Sumi turned her face away from them, instantly doing the same with Bu Sumi. He stared at the gamelan, where all the players used long batik uniforms and strangely they played it by lowering their heads.

"If you may know, the sinden hasn't come yet, huh?" ask Sumi.

Again, there is no word from them at all. 'On deafness times, yes. People ask, not even answered, but why do you continue to look like that?'

Suddenly, on the stage rose a beautiful, white woman dressed in red kebaya and was embraced. The woman stood in the middle of the stage and began to move her body in rhythm with the gamelan. Although there is no singing, but accompanied by gamelan it also looks charming.

Without realizing it, Ms. Sumi was lulled with the rhythm of the gamelan. The beautiful woman also went down the stairs and approached Bu Sumi. The woman reached for Bu Sumi's hand to take her to the stage. Sumi went up, then saw the response of the people there. They looked at Bu Sumi clingy and without any expression. All the faces here looked deathly pale and the mouth was slightly blue.

"Why am I standing up?" mum Sumi asked the woman who asked her. But, suddenly the woman's index finger was placed in front of Bu Sumi's mouth telling her to be silent.

Sumi was silent in a thousand languages and was confused as to what this woman meant. The woman asked Sumi to sit near the gamelan.

"Sany!" the voice of this beautiful woman sounded hoarse and heavy asking Bu Sumi to sing.

"But my voice is ugly." Bu Si tried to reject it.

"Sany!" grit that woman.

Ms. Sumi also with trembling hands, swept her forehead which was soaked by rain water and a little sweat. Slowly, Ms. Sumi again kicked the same Javanese song that she sang before coming here.

For quite a while, Sumi felt tired and her voice grew hoarse. He tried to open his eyes, suddenly everything was quiet. There were no stage, no gamelan, no dancers, no spectators. Ms. Sumi also sat on the grass that grew tall. He immediately became a dazed person, because he was aware that he was sitting on the stage and there was a crowd here.

Sumi's mother moved from her seat, her clothes soaked to make her body shiver. "I'm where is this?"

High trees and thick grass became the scenery that adorned the surroundings. The dark sky, made his view limited.

"Please!" yelled Miss Sumi.

There is absolutely no word from a single person. The crickets' chirping sound that he was currently able to hear. Ms. Sumi remembered that when she came down the path, she tried to walk to find the path.

He walked, not finding the path. Then, choose to stop for a moment.

"Here, am I getting into the woods or out of the woods? Where's the trail?" mumbling Bu Suki felt frightened.

Ms. Sumi chose to turn around, she went back to look for a path with a different direction.

"Please!" yelled Bu Sumi back. Again, no one answered his screams.

He walked further and further away from the starting point he was at. I don't know how many minutes it took, but I still didn't find that path. Only the towering grass was in front of his eyes.

"Please!" yelled Bu Sumi back.

"Please!" suddenly an echoing voice as if mimicking his voice was clearly heard in his ears.

"Hey, who are you?" shouted Miss Sumi who was really scared.

Not long after, the echoing voice was heard again. "Hey, who are you?"

Sumi looked up at the sky. It's pitch-black, there's not a single star to decorate tonight. The rain did not subside, even though the specks were small but durable since then.

"Please get me out!" Sumi was screaming again.

"Please get me out!" Again the sound was heard clearly. The voice still mimics the style of speech, even the voice is exactly the same as that of Sumi. However, the distance of Bu Sumi and the voice was a bit far away.

Sumi was like a desperate person. He chose to sit under a tree and cry. His legs buckled, then he hugged his own knees tightly. His face was between his knees.