After that crazy party blew the night off and all the activities during the first day in 2008 I start to think clearly what I exactly wanted in the future. It’s not that easy to figure it out and that’s makes me decided to stay longer and refuse to get back to the town. My mind telling me that I should find something on this little time I spend with Barry at Ipung house. People come and go just like everything else in the world. All the people who celebrate the New Years Eve that night already left hours before I ended up alone. It was happened so fast.

Barry and Ipung went to the village when I fell asleep covered by the mist came through the window and all ventilations. My body freezing out and I couldn’t feel comfort lying on that bed. I woke up and stared into the hill where the mist covered tightly. That was the first time I found my self alone in that place, so quiet. Freely throw my illusion away and then, “Hello…,” the voice messed everything out. Pak Mangku Mosel the only one neighbor who live behind the house. We were having a small conversation. He was just stops by to check something and I didn’t remember when and how was he left, weird though.

Hundreds of meter away from where I chilled my self out, there is another small hill where Barry and Ipung come out passing through the path surround it riding a motorbike. I barely can see what they were carrying in till they get closed and come into the house. Just like what I thought before, a bottled of arak some food and packs of cigarettes.

The night has fallen. We talked a lot about something I didn’t notice before. I now realized there was so many invisible thing I’d never put any attention about. Ipung is a mysterious bohemian person. He chooses to live alone and single in the middle of nowhere managing a farm for living, such an ironic decision for man who went to a college and also a son of colonel. An acre square land he heir from his mother who passed more than 20 years ago turn him into a person who so much cares about the environment and the ancestors’ spirit. The whole night I spent listening to his story of how his fathers’ and all his ancestors’ death spirit get through his body. Meanwhile the rain and strong wind outside was just like a storm attack. He always saying to keep remembers the ancestors’ dead spirit, we are exist because they were. He offered me as well to talk to my ancestors which were ready to merge inside his body. Whatta! Barry screams spontaneously. Oh gosh…that’s so challenging actually but was just the time. I don’t know what to say if I met them that night.

His fathers’ dead spirit was inside that house and probably sitting down in between us. Every time Ipung say something funny all of us 3 were laughing but then Barry and I suddenly stop when he said his dead father was laughing as well at the same time. He said all the death spirits who playing around that house wanting to get inside his body including my ancestors’ spirit as well. Only by keeping him drunk will prevent all that nightmares happen that’s why having an alcohol is very important that night. Beside, the weather was so cold.

As we get drunk and tired all we have to do was just lay down on bed. Say good night to everyone invisible and everything unseen. Another 2 quiet days opened my eyes and put me in the middle of confuse.