Alma's Journey Looking for a Mother

Pete Gold 5: The Stranger

*Golden Lake Catastrophe (Golden Pete)*

The Sun is now at its highest peak. From leaving the village of Iwaklelet up on the path, they had never rested. It did not feel like they had arrived not far from a beautiful lake.

The lake has a clear yellow water color glistening in the sunlight. In one of the lake coasts built a residential community. Small boats are crowded, both on the beach and on the sand. Because the water is yellow and sparkles golden when exposed to the sun, the lake is called the Golden Lake.

“We stopped by that fishing village!” alma said without pointing.

The four companions of Alma just nodded. They walked down the sloping ground leading to the lake shore.

After winning against the Golden King, Alma Fatara had to stay for two days. The next day, his parents held a thanksgiving party for Alma Fatara's graduation from college. That means, Alma is no longer obliged to study new knowledge on both teachers. If you want, the law is Sunnah.

Having a party is one thing that is very liked by Muniwengi, because he has a stage to give him ria, show off new jewelry, especially yesterday only got three free jewelry from the Golden King.

After the party, the next day Alma Fatara left with her four best friends. Debur Angkara who wants to come, must prioritize to help his wife take care of children, especially he is still a Village Swordsman.

Although sad because he only got two days to gather with Alma and Anjengan, Slamet Lara and Muniwengi still had to allow his two daughters to go on adventures. Alma had to leave to find her parents. Alma herself already had an early clue. The first place they would go to was the Jintamani Kingdom.

Alma Fatara and her four best friends stop under a large waru tree that grows on a lake beach. In that place, they enjoyed the peace of the cold windy day, the heat of the day as if only a myth.

From under the tree, they could see a number of villagers busy with their respective activities. Some are knitting nets, some are repairing boats, some are making boats, and others.

“There are strangers!” shouted one resident when he saw the presence of five foreign youths who stopped under a waru tree.

The shout turned out to surprise the other residents and became panicked.

“There are strangers! There are strangers!” yelled at the residents of the sahut.

The cries reached the ears of Alma and his four companions. They were shocked and so looked far towards the settlement.

The brief cry of preaching brought the men of the village together, weapons of all sorts held in hand, from the dull to the sharp, from the small to the big.

The crowd then went in groups to the position of Alma Fatara and colleagues. Their faces showed expressions of hostility. Alma and colleagues were already standing waiting for the arrival of the villagers. A middle-aged man walked ahead. His superiority shows that he is the leader of the village, or the head of his village.

“Go you! We do not accept foreigners!” throw out a middle-aged man named Ki Jolos.

“We just want to rest for a while, Uncle. We will not interfere with your lives,” Alma said with a smile.

“Stay cannot. You must go now!” ki Jolos.

“But we are not bad people, Ki!” sahut Anjengan with a rather high tone, he who easily ignited his emotions, understanding his body is large.

“We will not be fooled by his fear. Go from our village or we act hard!” threaten Ki Jolos.

“Really! Get out of this village!” a man shouted in support of his leader.

“Come go! Let's go!” shouted the other residents crowded with disdain.

“If we are asked to leave, then we have to go through the village. If we were asked to turn around, then it would be impossible. We are on the way, we do not want to spend time just to take a detour that is getting farther!” alma toilet.

“We just sat for a while under this tree, not bothering you in the least. If you force us, then don't blame us if we happen hard to you!” the Iwak Ngasin.

Quietly the residents heard the bluff of Iwak Ngasin.

“But don't try to enter our village or we kill you!” threaten Ki Jolos.

“Just relax, Uncle,” said Alma with a small smile.

Alma Fatara and colleagues then sit back under the tree, they ignore Ki Jolos and his citizens who are still standing looking at them.

“What should we do, Ki?” asked the man in a mustache, of a rather tall stature and muscular stout. He carries a long machete that is still gloved. He was named Jalu Segoro, the village constable named Rangitan.

“Ragas, and you're excited, keep an eye on those five strangers. If they do anything suspicious, report to me,” Ki Jolos orders.

“Good, Ki,” replied Ragas who is also the champion of the village.

“And you all stay prepared, because soon the Fish Demon warriors will come warning us about the offering girl!” ki Jolos.

So the men of the village dispersed themselves. Those who were initially at work, went back to doing their jobs. As for who is not at work, his nature awaits. They were indeed waiting for the thrilling moments of the day.

While the village hero men named Ragas and Tergat sat crouching in the sand of the lake, like having a pee in the congregation. They always looked towards Alma et al.

“There is a strange thing with these villagers,” Juling Jitu told her friends.

“Let it go, care what we are. Just hitchhiking in shade, it's not kelulungan!” the Dumel Iwak Ngasin.

“Pa-pa-pa ..”

“Bant?” terka Anjengan cut off the words Gagap Ayu.

“Bu-bu-open. Pa-pa-padahal, we ha-ha-ha ..”

“Pregnant?” tanya Juling Jitu and Iwak Ngasin simultaneously guessed the words Gagap Ayu.

“Hahaha ..!” Alma just laughed.

“Bu-bu-open!” yelled Stuttering Ayu began to get annoyed. “Padahan we ha-ha-just ride the sucker wind, bu-bu-waste the wind.”

Tooot!

Suddenly from the bottom hole belonging to Gagap Ayu sounded like the horn of a container truck.

“Gagap Edan!” maki Iwak Ngasin while jumping away from Gagap Ayu.

“Come to Knee!” yelled Anjengan while running away. “I mean Cursed Stuttering!”

“Flame Leaking!” maki Juling Jitu.

“Hahahak ..!” alma laughed out loud without moving position. He held her stomach.

While Gagap Ayu calm only, just a thin smile showered with mockery.

Ragas and Tergat only looked frowningly at the fanfare of the five foreign youths. They don't know what those young people are fighting about.

“Hoi, Alma! Indeed you are not kebauan by fart as big as the devil?” yell Juling Jitu.

“Hahaha! You should know the types of farts. If a fart is as big as a demon like that, it doesn't smell. Besides he was immediately carried by the wind,” said Alma as if he was a fart expert.

“Absolutely you're a fart expert?” tease Anjengan.

“Hahaha!” their laughter together.

They regroup.

Ki Golos had arrived at his humble stilt house. In the halls under the house there appeared a beautiful girl was sewing cloth with her mother, who was over forty years old.

The girl dressed as a negligee model had pure white skin. Long hair single braided. The beautiful slender girl was named Seriwai. She's Ki Jolos' daughter. His mother was named Yumini.

“What happened, Kakang?” ask Yumini.

“There are five strangers. Young people. We've already kicked them out, but they won't leave. They seem like martial people, so be brave to us, even though we are more. Wait for our fools to be fooled three times. Haaah!” Ki Jolos breathing masygul. “You must go up to the house, because soon the Fish Demon soldiers will come to warn you. Don't let them see Seriwai and take him by force.”

“Come, Riwai!” bring Yumini.

“There will definitely be a victim, Father,” Seriwai said.

“What can I do. We can't spend this village girl just for offerings,” said Ki Golos.

Yumini and Seriwai climb into the house. Whatever happens, they can't leave the house until tomorrow morning.

Likewise with residents who have female family members, long time has been ordered not to leave the house. (BH)