Among Thousand Journeys

Gimo

Gimo came forward holding the collar of the young man's shirt,

looking at the unfavorable gait, the five young men friends held in their lapels by Gimo immediately attacked with a raw, multi-hulled bogem.

All of these attacks can be repelled

and avoided by Gimo so easily, now Gimo is raging, the six young men were beaten all up nyungsep, no one woke up again, no one,

Whereas usually to defeat one or two Gimo people can not be defeated by

that easy. But this is six people, with

easily he can collapse not up to ten minutes.

He was also astonished that his strength he felt as well

pleated. It must be because of the keris and the stone

the akik he brought. Gimo continued

the journey home, left the six young men sprawled.

Then he got home, banging

pintu, Gimo only lives in a house of three, his mother, his younger brother named Munsorif and he himself.

Gimo's still banging on the door, but the door's not

when it opened, its blood began to rise to the crown, then it banged hard.

“He's a minute..!” his mother's voice. Him

and more impatient

After the door opened, he snapped at his mother.

“Open a very old door, do I need this door broken?”

“Wah don't be so to, I'll have to walk

it used to..” said his mother softly.

“No need mom, Munsorif where? Sure

already snoring!!” said Gimo snapping.

“She again prays ngger.., so the mother should

open.”

“Ah pray aja diurusi, life is not filial,

cook mom told to open the door!!”

“Has ngger, I'm glad to open the door for you, don't get mad, but

you have to be patient, this mother is old, so

the road is slow.”

“What's up to kang? Mbok yes already, no

angry, unpleasant to hear neighbor,”

the voice of a young man was none other than

Munsorif, this young man is really far away from Gimo who is reckless,,

This young man is gentle, his face is clean, and glowing because often exposed to ablution water, understand Munshorif his person is always daimul ablution, that is, perpetuating ablution, so

if he cancels his wudhu again, so that his face gives off a natural glow, full of tenderness, and,

Plus the cocoa clothes he wore, bluish-white, along with a white peci perched on his head,, the,,

Seeing his sister come out, Gimo grew angry,

“Fuck sok alim, want to celebrate me...!?”

he said with fiery eyes.

“Ya no, just kang Gimo do not make a fuss,

kan heard neighbors, embarrassed...”ujar Munsorif while slowing down his voice.

“Dare you forbid me.. Feel this!!”

Suddenly the attacking Gimo swung a raw bogem into his sister's face.

Instantly a blow roared towards the head

Munsorif, because this young man had also lived in pesantren, and learned a little pencak silat, saw

her brother charged towards her face she relaxed her body backwards and retreated one step, so that Gimo's punch only hit the empty spot, leaving her with a punch,

The movement made the Gimo reigning

The station gets angrier, feels challenged and harassed,,

her sister, while mother Duria, second mother

the young man, shrieking saw the second

his son's fighting,,

“Aduh lub... don't fight to lub, you guys are this.

brother luuub.

kebangeten..”.

the old woman said crying.

But Gimo was already dark in the eyes, he continued to hunt Munsorif with deadly attacks, while his sister simply dodged and repelled the attacks.

One time the Gimo did a sweeping kick towards the stomach, and Munshorif bent his stomach backwards, so that the attack passed three centi from his stomach, which was not the case, but Gimo followed immediately with a sideways left-handed punch towards Munsorif's face, the young man thrust his head, turning his head,

until his cheek survived the campaign.

But it turns out it was just a hoax attack, when

heard Gimo's right hand hit Munsorif's left cheek, “prok!!”

That young man

fall apart. As soon as the blood came out of Munsorif's nose, ears and mouth, he momentarily mocked in silence, Duria's mother scattered.

“Munsorif…! Son, don't die, son of Munsorif.

my son.. hu... huu.... Gimo, why did you kill your sister..!? Unsatisfied you trouble me.huu,,,hu,,huu.

Duria's strong mother held back the shock

his mind fainted.

While Gimo, suddenly realized.

what I did, the voice of his heart, was I.

killing my sister.. oh..! He approached

Munsorif, and fingered neck veins and pulse

his pulse. and he was relieved that his sister had just fainted.

Then Gimo who felt conscious of

the magical influence of keris and agate in his pocket immediately lifted his mother into the amben. Also lifting Munsorif's body to another amben.

All the Gimo Neighbors no one came, because it was customary, this bengal Youth made a fuss, the neighbors did not dare to interfere, it could even hit the target.

So if there is a fuss in the Gimo house, they prefer to close

the door of his house is tight.

Ah maybe Gimo will die, go to his own grave.

After laying down the two men was Gimo

out of the house, then pedaling his bike towards the junction Ponolawen, the clock has shown half-hour two, usually there are still rickshawmen who tug at night, and the prejudice does not miss, and the buffet does not miss, there are some rickshawmen still lined up.

Gimo immediately took one of the rickshawmen to his house, until at home he raised his sister on a rickshaw, and

take him to the hospital.

Directly handing treatment to the guard doctor, then go home again, until at home, mother Duria, mother Gimo has realized and is crying as much as she wants, seeing Gimo coming, her mother immediately scattering.

“Come on lub, your sister's corpse you throw away where lub... kok kebangeten kuwe to lub. huhuuu..”.

“Already ma'am... Munsorif is not dead, now he is in the hospital..., if you want to go there let me take..” said Gimo.

“That's the pedicab I still told you to wait outside.”

Gimo took his mother on a rickshaw, and

deliver to the hospital, to wait for Munsorif.

Gimo was tired of sleeping on the bench in front of the room where he was taking care of his sister, he pondered thinking, in one night, how many people were victims in his hands, and how many people were in his hands,,

Ah this must be because of the keris and agate stones that are as good as it is received, ah he must return the two objects, then

it was after dawn that he met

with me.

Indeed, I myself feel the air of ignorance, on these two objects, when holding the keris and agate, as if the chest feels clogged, squash, and various feelings that seem to want to be angry.

After I got home, I went to my room, and

I put the two things in front of me and then I covered the pillow, I began to be wired, read the fatehah to the Prophet, and read the fatihah to the three hadams of sincere letters, reading the three wires......

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