Alma's Journey Looking for a Mother

Job 15: Iwak Ngasin Caught Wet

*Month Worshiper's Cheer (Mother's Work)* 

 

Under a large tree that has large roots again high, Iwak Ngasin has sat the body of Wangiwulan by leaning on the root wall that is waist-high. That big root is great for hiding places.

The condition of Wangiwulan who was severely injured was already in a condition closed to his eyes. However, it was still clearly visible breathing movements on his body.

While Iwak Ngasin who was initially happy because he managed to help and carry the body of the beautiful girl, now became confused.

“Okay, how is this? I don't know where Alma is, only he can treat her. Supposedly before going on a trip, Guru teaches medicine,” lamented Iwak Ngasin. He talks to himself like a soap opera actor.

Iwak Ngasin flinched with tired heart. He looked at the beautiful face of Wangiwulan that was still battered by blood.

“One-time pity. She was so beautiful, but had to suffer like this. Had he been my lover, I would never have let him suffer,” Iwak Ngasin told himself.

Bree!

Iwak Ngasin then tore off the cloth, undressing Wangiwulan. It is closer to Wangiwulan.

“Nisaak, can you hear me?” ask Iwak Ngasin.

Wangiwulan did not reply, her pair of eyelids still closed, making her look like a wounded sleeping princess.

“Sorry, I will clean the blood on your face,” said Iwak Ngasin.

Still no answer from Wangiwulan.

Iwak Ngasin then slightly bent in front of Wangiwulan's body. He extended his hand to Wangiwulan's face. Along with that, the heart of Iwak Ngasin was pounding beautifully. Especially if you see two large lumps on the chest of Wangiwulan. The cool rushes even flowed surging down the stomach of Iwak Ngasin. He so clearly felt something stiffen as hard as wood.

“Beautiful,” said Iwak Ngasin without being able to control his tongue, because he was too fascinated by the beauty of the girl who was very close in front of him.

“Ehhem ehhem!” suddenly a woman's voice.

It was not a Wangiwulan deheman, because Iwak Ngasin was surprised and quickly stood up. He kept his hands away from Wangiwulan's face.

Iwak Ngasin quickly looked to the right, left and back. He's looking for the source of Deheman's voice. However, he did not find any women. There are no men either.

“Who the hell? There must be a nosy,” said Iwak Ngasin lirih.

Once again he spread his gaze around, but there was indeed no one.

“Surely only dedemit would be willing to flirt. Can't see a handsome man,” said Iwak Ngasin, then bobble his head.

Iwak Ngasin has moved back to Wangiwulan. He leaned back slightly and extended his hand to the girl's face, while occasionally his eyes stole a look to the chest.

“Ehhem ehhem!” dehem is a woman again. This time the dehemannya sound is louder so that Iwak Ngasin who returned surprised can be sure where the source of the sound.

Iwak Ngasin quickly looked up.

“Hahahak!”

As Iwak Ngasin looked at the all-black dressed figure on top of the tree, the sound of women laughing as loud as the fathers sounded.

“Almaaa!” yelled Iwak Ngasin.

“You were caught off guard by me, Iwak!” alma said as she pointed at her best friend's face from above.

“What am I doing?”

“Hahahak!” alma Fatara laughed as she jumped and floated down gently near her best friend. “You were caught trying to be a pervert to a pretty girl!”

“Only if talk!” the Hardik Iwak Ngasin. “I just want to clean her pretty face.”

“I saw your face you put on that brother's chest!” alma hatch.

“I didn't do it one bit. That's because you saw me from above!” Iwak Ngasin sewot.

“Hahahak! Move!” Alma's orders.

Iwak Ngasin then shifted to the right to make room for Alma.

Alma then grabbed Wangiwulan's body and then carried it.

“Eh, where do you want to take my girl?” tanya Iwak Ngasin fast.

“Your girl?” alma asked with a suspicious look at her best friend.

“Eh, yes. Hehe! I mean this girl,” said Iwak Ngasin misbehaved while whining.

“Our friends are waiting in the forest across the river. I better treat there, so that others do not wait and guess,” said Alma.

Alma Fatara then stepped away from the place. Iwak Ngasin.

“Where is Juling Jitu, Iwak?” tanya Alma, meant to tag her best friend.

“So he meant to help this beautiful girl ..”

“Who is this beautiful girl? Me or the one I'm hugging?” ask Alma cut in.

“This injured girl.”

“Oh, so I'm not pretty?” ask Alma.

“Hahaha! If you are too beautiful, to the point that I dare not tease you,” said Iwak Ngasin.

“Hahahak!” alma Laughter.

While crossing the road on the edge of the kademangan, suddenly three horses that emerged from the bend of the road ran fast against the journey of Alma Fatara and Iwak Ngasin.

“Stop!” one of the horsemen.

The one who exclaimed was a handsome young man dressed all in black. The fabric of the clothing is classified as expensive. He carried a bow on his right shoulder and two bows on his bamboo tube. There was also a sword hanging in the saddle of his horse. The short-haired youth was wearing a red cloth headband. He is still young, perhaps the same age as Alma. Suriga, the youngest son of Raden Gondo Sego.

The other two older horsemen were Keling and Basgoro. A man named Keling has a thin body, but is muscular. His majesty made his two cheekbones protrude hard with sunken eyes like a drug addict.

Contrast with Basgoro. He has a large and muscular body. Four perfectly healthy five seemed to be fulfilled in his daily diet.

They were both Suriga's bodyguards, the young master. On the back of the horse Rivet is strongly tied to the carcass of a tiger. While in the horse Basgoro tied strongly two carcasses of horned deer.

It seems like the three of them just came home from hunting.

Alma Fatara and Iwak Ngasin were forced to quit, although they both did not like to choose to stop.

“Nisaak, who is the woman you brought?” suriga asked while pointing.

“Not polite,” said Alma slowly, but still heard by the three horsemen.

“What do you mean?” ask Suriga.

“You should get off your horse first, introduce yourself, then just ask who I am, then you ask the woman I brought,” explained Alma.

“True. Who are you to that arrogant? Is it because you have horses? Don't you know you're dealing with a queen?” the Iwak Ngasin.

“You guys don't beat around the bush. Tell me who that woman is! Because I know him like!” suriga.

“Alright,” says Alma relented. He walked up next to Suriga's horse and said, “You saw for yourself his face.”

The position of Wangiwulan's head was behind Alma's body and his face was facing inwards. However, when the distance of Alma and the horse stayed a few steps and Suriga not to mention ascertain who the girl on Alma's shoulder, suddenly ….

Tus!

Suddenly Suriga's horse was surprised and neighed loudly while raising the height of his two front legs. Suriga was surprised, spontaneously clinging firmly to the horse's control rope so as not to fall. Next, the horse ran wild leaving the place.

“Cursue!” rivet shouted as he quickly charged his horse after his lord.

Basgoro also quickly chased Suriga with his horse.

“Hahahak!” the laughter of Alma and Iwak Ngasin together.

What happened was that Alma took out the Blood Deva Thread from behind her clothes. That fine red thread was invisible to Suriga. The two ends of the thread poked beside Suriga's horse's butt which shocked and hurt the horse. (BH)