Alma's Journey Looking for a Mother

Junior High 7: Horse Counter

*White Eyes (SMP)*

 

“Huwaaah!”

Jungkrik yawned with pleasure, to the extent that the night scenery around him he did not see for a while.

“Hoi!” yelled Kungkang while patting Jungkrik's mouth wide open.

Obviously it makes Jungkrik surprised and excited. Instantly his sleepiness for a moment was eaten by the devil, then back again.

“Wedus wanker!” maki Jungkrik to Kungkang who is fat and fat, just like him.

“Hahaha! That's a powerful way to drive out the thief. Eh eala, shoo away I mean,” said Kungkang.

“Kung, we can't stay up all night without sleep. Tomorrow we still have to be awake because we have to bathe the horses that have not been able to turn to shower ...”

“So you go to sleep first, then I stand guard alone, then change. So?” terka Kungkang cut.

“You are indeed my neighbor who understands my heart the most. Hahaha!” puji Jungkrik's.

“Iya. And you're the best friend who doesn't understand my cock the most. Eh eala, understand my will, I mean,” said Kungkang.

“If you want me to understand your cock is okay too,” said Jungkrik.

“Husy, haphazardly!” kungkang Hardik.

“Hahaha!” jungkrik laughs while laying down his pendulum sideways and bending his knees, so that the sheath is enough to cover his body and legs.

“Basic buffalo feet two!” rutuk Kungkang, but let Jungkrik curl up.

The cold of the night was the most pleasant to be addressed by curling up wrapped in banana leaves. Eh eala, wrapped in a sarong, that is.

“Eh eala, stupid me. I forgot, if the cicadas were asleep, he wouldn't be able to get up if he hadn't had his ass dumped. Eh eala, poke his ass that means. Adduuuh, my address is not sleeping,” dumel Kungkang.

The thin mustachioed, thin bearded and thin-browed fat man simply shrieked in lamentation of his fate, leaning against the post post post postpost of Demang Mahasugi's residence.

Without Kungkang noticing, one black figure moved saggingly from behind him. The figure looks fat and fat, almost similar to the Kungkang and Jungkrik. The shadow carried a weapon in his right hand. Judging from the shape of the silhouette, it seemed like it was a machete, not an axe. Definitely different shape of a cleaver with an ax. If you don't believe it, compare.

The fat figure that turns out his head was wrapped in a sarong cloth, has arrived right at the post post post that is being patrolled by Kungkang. Slowly his thin blade that was in the shape of a cleaver, moved slowly.

The sloth was not surprised to see a machete moving from the back to the front of his neck. The sloth was indeed not surprised, but its pair of eyes darted in fear.

“My neck will definitely be slit in the next second ...” That's the assumption that immediately seeped in the mind of Kungkang.

Beggos!

The sound of his teeth clashing repeatedly as he trembled. The face of the tree sloth immediately turned deathly pale instantly and his forehead broke out in cold sweat.

“Emboook ..!” kungkang shouted loudly after holding his screams for a while, but did not dare to move much, because the blade was not far from the skin of his neck.

Kungkang's shout shocked Jungkrik, to the point that he was shocked to get up and sit down. However, his pair of eyes closed. The build up of Jungkrik made Kungkang also surprised and automatically stopped screaming.

But then, Jungkrik actually moved back to relax without knowing what happened.

“Hahahak ..!”

Suddenly the menacing figure with the machete laughed out loud while pulling back his machete. Seeing that his neck was far from the machete, Kungkang quickly looked at the laughing person who was lying behind him.

Plaque!

“Betok scabies to death!” maki Kungkang after his hand quickly hit the bald man whose sheath was still coiled around the neck.

“Try me check, try me check! Hahaha ..!” said the bald fat man while moving closer and holding the corner of his sloth pants.

“Goat flirtatious!” maki Kungkang while hastily pulling her butt closer to the back. He also first grasped the base of his pants so as not to be squeezed by his partner.

“Ah, safe. Not peeing in pants. Hahaha!” said the fat bald guy while laughing.

“You're really too, Betok. Fortunately, Jungkrik did not stand up to death. If you die, you'll have to bear the widow. Eh eala, responsibility, I mean,” Kungkang said.

“Hahaha!” laughter of the bald named Betok, complete Betok only. He sheathed his machete into a machete holster, not a sarong. “Let's check the horse and his sister.”

“Who's your sister?” ask Kungkang.

“Her sister!” betok toilet.

“Eh eala, that's what I mean!” toilet Kungkang also while pointing at the fat belly of Betok.

“Goat. Hahaha!” answered Betok and laughed.

“Basic goat!” maki Kungkang's. “Then what about Crickets?”

“Leave it, later also many crickets that accompany,” said Betok.

“Iya yes yes, hehehe!” kungkang. Betok's words seemed to enter his mind. He hurriedly fastened his scabbard cloth on his fleeced waist.

The two fat and fat men then stepped away from the post.only the sloth carried a torch.

“How can you know when I'm not?” ask Kungkang, but in protest.

“Though that told me directly,” Betok said.

“Solvency love,” says Kungkang.

“Neighbor, not Foul,” Error Betok.

“Iya, masudku Buluk, not Busuk,” kilah Kungkang.

“Tadi originally Kanjeng Gusti Demang intended to avenge, but because the one who started wrong was Kang Aden Lolongo, finally Kanjeng Gusti let only one horse and a large bag of money belonging to Kang Aden Lolongo was lost,” Betok stories.

“If I were the Kanjeng Gusti, I would have locked up the troublemaker's son in the stables. I was surprised until seven circumference, why Kang Aden Lolongo always act crazy like he does not have a dish. Eh eala, no mind, I mean,” said the fiery sloth.

“Don't carelessly talk to you, Kangkung!” hardik Betok's. “If anyone hears and complains about you, you can die.”

“Alah, if Kanjeng Gusti finds out, no one else complains but you!” kungkang Tukas.

“You think I'm that bad to you?” ask Betok while elbowing slowly fat stomach Kungkang.

“You forgotaa? When we got one honey roasted chicken from Kanjeng Gusti Putri. You said that me and Crickets are called Kanjeng Gusti Demang, then you spend yourself grilled chicken,” ungkit Kungkang.

“Hahaha! But it's a harmless thing,” Betok.

“No crocodile bag ...”

Kungkang's words came to a halt when he saw the four guard soldiers the two entrances of the large cage falling asleep simultaneously.

“Wah, these soldiers should be reported. Evening is still afternoon like this they have allied sleep together, even though the bride and groom open stone. Eh eah, not a newlywed, I mean!” kungkang.

“Don't they don't sleep,” Betok said half whispered.

“You mean they were eating roasted chicken together?” ask Kungkang.

“Open! Don't they die!” firmly Betok.

“Wadduh!” pekik Kungkang while jumping backwards to the back of Betok's body.

Demang Mahasugi has two large cattle pens that are separate but adjacent to each other. One horse stable and one goat herd. The front doors of the two cages are next to each other and if each night is guarded by two academic soldiers.

Now, the four soldiers were sitting leaning against the chest-high wall of the cage. On both doors were four burning torches. But strangely enough, the door for the stables of horse cattle was open.

Every night, Jungkrik, Kungkang and Betok have the task of counting the number of horses and goats in the stable for two times. The first time is towards midnight, the second time is towards dawn. So, reports about the number of horses used out and back into the stables should reach them, so that they can calculate how many counts of horses in the stables. Same with the goats.

During the day, while keeping a count of the number of horses and goats, they had the task of bathing the horses.

Betok and Kungkang were closer to one of the soldiers. They brought the torch fire to the soldier's face.

“Don't get too close, then the mustache burns!” said Betok while patting Kungkang's arm.

“Ah, no!” sangkal Kungkang's. “See, he's still breathing. His snoring was barely married. Eh eala, no sound I mean.”

“But, why did they sleep, but the horse stable door opened?” ask Betok. “Or do we just say?”

“Do not. I'm afraid, if they we wake up, they'll see us,” about Kungkang.

“Hahaha!” Betok so laugh out loud.

“Not to be woken. It is not good to disturb people who are sleeping well,” said Kungkang. “Let's check our horses.”

“Kuda-horse Kanjeng Gusti,” ralat Betok.

“True, indeed this cattle belongs to Kanjeng Gusti, but we who enjoy,” said Kungkang.

The two began to enter the large stables. The distinctive aroma of these animal mounts can already be smelled familiarly.

To get to the inner stable, where the horses were camouflaged, both had to go through a rather long, but not exhausting, passageway. The condition of the cage was dark, although there was one torch installed on one of the roof poles.

Not to mention they reached the stables of the horses, suddenly the two stopped tensely. For they heard the sound of a number of horses neighing in his room. Not only was his neighing voice rowdy, the sound of his feet on the room floor also rang out, indicating that the horses were panicking or agitated.

“You heard, Kale?” tanya Betok tense, half whispering.

“Iya, I heard,” replied Kungkang also tense.

“Don't-do as ever seen by Crickets!” kungkang said he was starting to get scared.

“Satan Mata Putih?” terka Betok was scared.

“Come to marry! Oh, let's run!” invite Kungkang while first turning right and running towards the door again.

Because it has been left alone, Betok who was infested with fear, would not be willing to quickly turn around following Kungkang. (BH)

 

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