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3. The Mess House
"Welcome, Mr and Mrs Radit" said Mr. Slamet as he opened the door. He is the guardian of the house and trusted by the host to take care of the building all this time. Therefore all the furniture looks clean, the floor is shiny, even the yard is maintained.
The couple entered while paying attention to every detail of the room. The terrace is quite spacious with views around that cool the eyes, if seen during the day. Aretha seemed enthusiastic about the courtyard of the house, especially with the expanse of tea plants around it. The house is a little far from the house. However, it can still be seen from the gate of the yard. Especially at night like now, the lights will be clearly visible from the terrace of the house.
"Tea gardens around, who's it, sir?" ask Aretha curiously.
Mr. Slamet who was originally about to go inside, turned his head and noticed the scenery outside. "Oh that's a tea garden belonging to the people around, ma'am. At first it did have Mr. Ibrahim, the owner of this house, but because they often travel far, then their tea garden is finally given to the citizens."
Aretha simply nodded her head in understanding while still staring at the tea garden they were talking about. The land is indeed wide, but lighting is deliberately placed in several corners of the garden. So that Aretha can see how wide the tea garden belongs to Mr. Ibrahim. In his heart, he thought that the owner of this house was very generous and very kind. Until - to grant the vast tea garden for the surrounding residents.
"Mr is still here, isn't he, sir?" radit asked, while following Mr. Slamet inside.
"Depends, Mr. Radit and Mother. If I still need my energy to help - help, of course I will come here. Just ... I'm sorry, I can't do it every day because I also have a rice field, and I have to take care of it too, sir."
"Yes, it's okay, sir. Twice a week, too. Because I see the yard of his house is very large, yes. Looks like there's a lot of land behind, too, huh, sir?"
"Oh yes, yes, Mr. Radit. The back yard is also spacious, there is a swimming pool. I just haven't cleaned it yet. Must have been a lot of dried leaves falling in the water. The water is also not changed, I will clean it first, so that it can be used by father and mother. But sorry, the door and window are broken. Can't be closed. I will help you fix it tomorrow. Yesterday I was not able to because of a lot of work in the fields. I'm so sorry."
"Oh that. It's okay, sir. Later I ask the workers in the office to fix it," Radit said as he grabbed the device from his pants pocket.
Aretha followed her husband, they were still holding hands since getting out of the car. While the other hand is used to pull the suitcase each.
"How many families of Mr Ibrahim are there, sir? Looks like this house is huge, huh? Surely Mr. Ibrahim has many children." Guess Aretha while still paying attention to some of the furniture of the house. They started to enter the sizable central space. There are not many rooms in this house. There is only a terrace, living room, living room, kitchen, and six rooms. Two rooms are at the bottom, and the rest are on the second floor. The two-room door faces the middle room.
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The living room is indeed very spacious, and able to show all the doors of the room on the top floor. The stairs used are indeed in the middle room, precisely adjacent to a 120-inch flat-screen tv which is large in size, and commensurate with the middle space of the house. On the back side, looks a neat kitchen with complete cooking furniture. In the bottom corner of the stairs, there was a large piano.
"But is Mr Ibrahim not going back here, sir?"
"No, Ma. They will not come here again, according to family lawyers. This house is indeed passed down to the younger brother of Mr. Ibrahim, only there is still a dispute, and has not found a meeting point. Therefore, this house is deliberately rented until a mutual agreement is realized."
"So even if we stay here, there won't be ... Conflict or something, right, Mr Slamet?"
"Of course not, Mr. Radit. All are safe. No need to worry." Mr. Slamet looks calm but looks unsettled. Several times he looked around.
"Why, Sir?" ask Aretha who was able to catch a suspicious gelagat from Mr. Slamet.
"Oh it's okay, Mom. Looks like it's night. I will be ready to go home soon after helping bring the goods father and mother into the. I went back to the car first, sir, Mom," he said, then headed to the yard.
"Let me help, sir." Radit followed Pak Slamet forward. While Aretha continued the tour home at the place. He began to open one room at a time, to determine in which room they would sleep.
Several times both Mr. Slamet and Radit paced in and out of the car. Two rooms downstairs he checked. Everything looks clean and neat. Not much different from one room to another. Aretha walked towards the stairs. He grabbed the piano lying in the corner of the room as it passed, but suddenly his steps came to a halt as a silhouette of shadows was drawn on his head. Out of curiosity Aretha stopped in front of the piano, stroking the line of white keys without pressing it. He was curious at the shadow he had just seen. Yet strangely the shadow was no longer visible, no matter how hard Aretha concentrated.
"Sorry, Mom. The main room is at the top. Maybe you'd like to sleep in that room?" ask Mr. Slamet while pointing at a room that is right in front of the second floor stairs. Aretha looked up then nodded at the end of the smile.
"I'll see, Mr. Slamet. There are so many rooms in this house, yes."
"Well then." Mr. Slamet continued to clean things up. A loud noise was heard in the courtyard of the house. Apparently Radit asked some workers for help to repair the broken doors and windows, and they immediately came to the house after being contacted.
"At the back too, Rip," Radit screams at one of his workers. They also started doing home repairs that night.
However, the house will still suffer damage because it is uninhabited. Even if there is a Mr. Slamet who often comes to clean up. The weathered doors and windows were finished at the termite meal. And some of the hinges came off. Even when entering earlier, Mr. Slamet did not need a house key, although there was still a house key that he gave Radit for the house.