The Setra Backhouse
CHAPTER 47. CALL ME MR. WAYAN

I was already unable to think logically anymore, so what Sumadi told me to do without refuting, without estimating whether it was dangerous or not.

I can no longer analyze who sent Sumadi and what told us that would drag us to something terrible or save us from this room.

“Yang there..under the sofa No...margin first Sofanya”.

“Help me In...”

“No, this situation is important for us to make the documentation..”.

“Remember we have to make documentation, who knows we do not survive from here, and who found this handycam will know our situation before we die”

“Aaaah.. yes already, you keep filming me, I will as much as possible slide the sofa it”.

I tried to slide, it turned out that the sofa was not heavy, so even though it was expensive, the raw materials of the sofa were not as heavy as I had thought before.

Using the flashlight I put upside down on the table, I slide the sofa slowly.

“Now open the thick carpet No” said Sumadi who is still busy with his handycam

I open slowly….

Apparently there is a door.apparently under this carpet there is a door made of wood.. The door is about 60x60cm wide.

“There is a door In, how do we open that door or howa”

“Yes of course open the door No, the sound is because it no longer exists, he was just telling me to open the carpet it's just”

“Safe is not This In?”

“As for you No, choose to go in there or the one in the next room that looks like bloodthirsty it comes to us both”

“Yo wis... don't open this door!”

I squatted down and held the gap in the door leaf made of wood, this gap turned out to fit my hand. I know use this gap to bring the door up, and pull it open.

It will be very heavy, because I think the wooden door below has never been opened, even if the owner never opened this door.

It was beyond my prediction….

The door or window under the carpet is very easy to pull up. And it does not cause the sound of rusty hinges at all.

“Love light No, let us be sure what we do is true”

“Iya Di, flashlight briefly... My flashlight is on that table”.

The room below was very dark, when I pointed the flashlight into it, it was strange!

Not a room, but what I saw was a stream of rivers and rocks….

What is below us is not a room anymore, but a stream with a small water discharge and large rocks such as mountain rocks that are usually on the bottom of the river.

“That's like a riverbed In, this house hangs on the riverbed.. How do we get in there In?”

“The voice that is in my body tells us to go there, now if we do not go there we want to go anywhere else, there is no way to get out of this house is No”

“Quick No, do not over think, we have no other choice, we have to follow the river that looks like the ravine, later we find a way out of there”

“Yakin on the riverbed it's nothing Di?”

“Quick... down!” sumadi bent

I think this is the best way out of the worst, and the only way to get out of that house. The house that was strange because suddenly the door that led to the outside suddenly disappeared.

The distance between the hole and the bottom of the river in the form of a small stream is about one and a half to two meters…

I jumped straight into a very small stream of water discharge….

*****

Where am I?

Not that I jumped into the bottom of a watery river, I should be wet and at the bottom of a river that looks like a ravine. Now why am I in a what this is called.

Uh I was in a place similar to a pendopo in the village, but this one was much smaller, or maybe it could be called this is a saung, or it could be called bale ya maybe.

This bale-like building is not alone, there are other small buildings that exist between the saung or pendopo, or bele.

I'm not at the old grandpa's house with that udeng. But where is Sumadi?

“No.. “.

“Lho in you is here too..where are you from In?”

Sumadi walked from the room on my right, if according to Sumadi's story, the room was the main building of the old man ruman with udeng.

“We are in the old man's house with udeng No...” Sumadi said as he walked towards the bale where I was sitting

“Why can we be here, instead of us at the bottom of the river Di?”

“I also do not know, all this will happen in a supernatural way No, later let the old man explain why we are here”

Sumadi was already next to me, we were sitting cross-legged in a place similar to a pendopo. I don't know what to do because until now the old man has not shown his form.

While Sumadi was also just silent while sitting cross-legged next to me.

The smell of incense really spoils my nose, this slightly pungent smell somehow can make my brain calm down and stop thinking that no-no for a while.

I remember in my residence, there was a house belonging to a Chinese family, the Chinese family at certain times lit incense as well.

But the smell of fragrance coming out of the incense is different from the smell of incense on this island, especially with the smell of incense in this place.

I really enjoyed the calm, peaceful atmosphere and the smell of incense that gave a calm sensation in my brain.

This place is not hot at all, with a cool breeze, I really enjoy the atmosphere here….

Several times I yawned, the drowsiness that came suddenly as if it could not be resisted…

Suddenly from the left walked someone I thought from earlier, the old geezer with a udeng in his head. He walked from the left while smiling at me.

If it is not wrong according to what Sumadi said, on the left it is a place of worship.

“No... This is the old man we met several times it” whispered Sumadi who was behind me

The old man didn't talk at all, he just smiled, then he sat down next to us at the bale or pendopo where we were sitting.

“Welcome to my home this simple” said the old man uses the language of the region here, but strangely I understand the language. As if the language of the region here is my daily language

“Eh yes sir...” strange, I suddenly proficient in the language of the region here, my brain reflex tells me to answer the welcome from the grandfather.

“Call me sir Wayan” the old man said with a smile

“I Paino and my friend Sumadi sir.... uh we are where ya pak Wayan?”

“Quiet, you guys don't have to be afraid, you guys I saved from the bloodthirsty faint wong that was there”

“Not to be afraid of me, I have no evil intentions with you guys, neither do you guys have evil intentions with the faint wong that is in the house”

“You never do anything with them except just want to get close and feel their presence”

“Even though you were bleeding and dying a few days ago, but you still want to know what is in the house right hehehe”

“I invite you here of course there is a point.. later I will explain why you guys I invite to my house” said the tadpole parents who asked to be called Mr. Wayan only.