The Treaty of Invisibility
SLANDER 3

The night is over at 10 p.m. Tonight is the night of the full moon, a bright light emanating from the full circle of the moon hanging on the east horizon provides illumination like a 5-watt light bulb illuminating the village of Palu Wesi.

The air of Palu Wesi village feels cool and cold makes the people reluctant to leave the house, as well as the atmosphere in front of the house of Pak Harjo that looks quiet and slow no residents passing by.

“Palu Wesi Village when the night is quiet once yes mas?” tanya Arin looked around the village street in front of her from the terrace chair.

“Normally not this lonely mbak,” replied Arin.

“Eh, mas don't call me mbak dong mas. Mas Hasan is older than Arin,” said Arin frowned at the temple annoyed.

“Loh, does it look like I'm old anyway?” Hasan asked back as well frowned.

“Ih, sayin don't call mbak anymore!” sulcan Arin turned away

spoiled face.

“Iy, yes mbak eh Rin, neng Arin.” said Hasan a little teasing.

“Well, so it will be more humane to hear mas, hehehe..” said Arin.

“Waduh, why don't you want to be called mbak?” tanya Hasan glanced at Arin who pretended to look at the atmosphere of the courtyard of the house. Though occasionally glancing at the steal-steal look at Hasan silently.

“Ya feel I've kayak mom-mom only mas, hehehe..” sahut Arin staring straight still staring at the home page.

“Did you forget to have Dede?” sindir Hasan teases.

“Ya means my age is still young. But, does anyone still want to be the same with me? Ah, I'm so afraid to think about that problem,”

said Arin looking down with a regretful face.

Hasan was silent and did not immediately respond to Arin's words. In his head

instead, being turbulent to respond to each other, is Arin's speech a sign of a green light for her or is the expression a figure of speech to cover her from her late husband's past?

Hasan looks doubtful and gameless, making his attitude immediately agitated. Hasan immediately grabbed the glass cup on the table to cover

his unease. But his fingers are not perfect reach the handle of the cup so that the glass is spilled causing a noise quite noisy break the silence.

Gloprakk!

“Mas..!” arin spontaneously turned to Hasan.

“Ma, sorry accidentally,” said Hasan hastily fixed the glass that had been smeared and spilled a little tea water.

Arin hurriedly moved from his seat to help fix the glass that Hasan was holding. Arin's hand accidentally held the back of Hasan's palm that was tidying up his glass and saucer. Instantaneously

Hasan felt a rush of passion that suddenly radiated warmly flowing from Arin's palm. Hasan constantly looked up at Arin's face, and Arin looked up at Hasan's face at the same time.

Just this time Arin felt like a sense of old taste never appeared again. The same feeling where he met Kosim for the first time. Suddenly, Arin immediately pulled his hand back with a red face, when he realized it was no longer Arin

still the girl when she returned to feel that lost feeling.

Unbeknownst to Hasan and Arin, when Arin held the back of Hasan's palm there was someone passing in the street in front of the house. The person who saw the incident immediately stopped his steps and immediately hid behind the trunk of a mango tree nearby.

“Didn't that woman who was here this afternoon with Mr. Diman?” muttered the man in heart.

“Kata pak Diman is still his relative Pak Harjo, but if you look at it it seems not.” Continue the person inwardly, then silently the person settles back and forth not so continue

his steps passed in front of Mr. Harjo's house and then passed away from the place.

“Ma, sorry.” said Arin bruru-buru back to his seat with a gerogi and felt awry.

neutralize clumsy atmosphere.

Both of them were silent with their thoughts. Arin

regretting his words just now, he felt that they had made Hasan have another judgment on him. As for Hasan, he really wanted to say to give an answer to Arin's remark that he was ready to accept it. But Hasan was too afraid to say it, especially when he was sitting alone with a woman.

“I...” said Hasan and Arin simultaneously break the silence. Both gasp and spontaneously stare at each other feeling the same blushed embarrassed, how could the two usually say together.

“Sok Mas Hasan first who said,” sergeant Arin clumsy.

“Mbak, uh Arin only the first,” timpal Hasan.

Then both of them were equally silent no one wanted to start talking, but Hasan and Arin's lips were faintly pointed

a smile.

“Ya we have entered the rest of the mas, afraid of being seen later so gossip and gossip residents here again,” said Arin after a moment of silence.

“Iya Rin, yuk..” said Hasan, then both went into the house.

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Pada keesokkan hari,  di warung langganan yang biasa bu Harjo

shopping, mothers have been studying vegetable trading mayur bi Jum. They usually shop for cooking needs, and as usual

small talk was heard from each other. Whether it is just a complaint against her children, or her husband, even soap opera stories on television are sometimes the subject of their conversation.

Amidst the chatter of the mothers who were choosing the groceries, one of the mothers suddenly shifted the topic

their conversation.

“Eh, know not mother-mother. Last night my husband saw Hasan sitting alone with a young woman on the porch of his house,” between mothers wearing a slightly fat yellow negligee.

“Hah?! Which woman?” ask one of my mothers.

“Who's that woman bu Rokman?” ask the others curious.

“That's a lot, which yesterday came at his thanksgiving ceremony, Mr. Harjo. My husband said he was still his relative,” said a slightly fat woman who

called ma'am Rokman.

“Oooohh, yes let it be anyway mom is still her relative kok suspicious so,” said other mothers chimed in.

“Eeehhhh, not about relatives or not. Last night my husband saw Hasan and the woman holding hands

not that family relationship,” said bu Rokman pitched provocatively.

“Hah? The hell time?!” chirped on other mothers almost simultaneously.

“Lah wong my husband saw for himself last night when my husband wanted to buy mosquito repellent to his stall Mr. Sodik. As he passed by the house of Mr. Harjo, he saw Hasan and the woman holding hands. He said the woman was crouching in front of Hasan,”, said Mrs Rokman.

“Wow! This can't be left, ma'am. Our village could be doomed if they fornicate!” said one of the mothers.

“Yes, they're home!” the other timpal.

“It should be quickly reported to the village head bu!” other mothers' incitement.

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