Among Thousand Journeys

Kidnaping

Incidentally Pak Lurah went inside for a while, calling his wife and son to be asked to provide a drink, while the yellow watermelon that had been in the hands of Mujahidi, was soon devoured by him, when Pak Lurah came out, the watermelon has been lost inedible not left until the skin.

Mr. Lurah came out with his wife and daughter, carrying drinks on a tray.

“This is a student of Pacung Pesantren, young people who are very smart.″ heard Mr. Lurah's right voice makes me careless, all wrong, but I try to be reasonable.

Meanwhile, Pak Lurah's son named Anggraini, his face looks ayu, plain face typical of village children, but I was shocked when Anggraini put down a drink, seen his eyes glistening towards me, however I am a normal man it is only natural that there is a rustling feeling in my heart. After being friendly, his wife and son Pak Lurah went inside, there lived me, Mujahidi, and Pak Lurah. While one young man and two villagers who previously accompanied Mr. Lurah had been

continue the patrol back. I continued the conversation while once tasting tofu with my favorite chili.

“Actually there is a theft that how the hell sir, how to ask for help Kyai?”

“Begini lo nak mas Febri,” Pak Lurah began to tell a story, after taking a deep breath.

“Sand Seketi Village is a peaceful village, never theft, loss. Till one

hari... The virgin child of this village is missing, his name is Nining. Nining did not show up for two days, his parents thought Nining was going to the city following his brother who worked in Jakarta, so his parents then contacted Nining's brother who was in Jakarta, but his brother said, The, Nining did not follow to Jakarta, everyone asked where Nining was, until a week later Nining's body was found in a river beside the village was lifeless.

Everyone is nervous, who would do such an abomination? After forensic examination turned out Nining was raped before being killed, the police tried to investigate but the results were not there. Nining's killer could not be found. Until a month later, again Jasmine village women disappeared, even according to her mother Melati that night disappeared from her room, because the window was open, because it was open, the whole village had been torn apart but Melati was not found, until a week later her body was found in the river Nining was found. It is clear that the criminals who abduct are mere lewd criminals. But we don't know how he acts.”

Mr. Lurah stopped telling stories, he took a Dji sam soe cigarette and lit it, me and Mujahidi also took part in taking a cigarette and lit it, all this time we were smoking tingwe aka ngelinteng dewe. That's also tobacco butts, then when smoking cigarettes Dji sam soe feels very delicious, smoke billowing rolled.

Mr. Lurah continued his story.

“We do not want to be helped again, so the patrol is improved, assisted by the Police, until a week ago, we patrolled, one of the patrol troupe saw a shadow in the dark of the night, and then shouted

“stop.!!” but that shadow, that,

instead of running, and apparently carrying a sack on his shoulder, no doubt, it's the kidnapper, some of the group immediately chased, others hit a fart calling for help, everyone ran towards the sound of a fart, everyone ran, and after knowing all the chasing, at that time Mr. Lurah himself and the three Police followed. How holy the man, with still carrying the kidnapped person he darted jump the fence jump to the roof of the house, then jump to another roof, then jump to another roof, The police wanted to shoot but were afraid of the woman being carried away, and the kidnapper stopped and turned his head, mocking. Then it sped up fast, and disappeared in the dark swallow of the night. The place around the kidnapper disappeared we've been stirring up but we still found nothing, and the missing this time the girl named Tunik, who is missing, a week later we found Tunik's life thrown away in the river at the end of the village.

So after we held a meeting, we decided to ask for help Kyai Lentik ..” belom again Pak Lurah finished the story, suddenly heard the screams of Mr. Lurah's wife from inside.

“Anggraini..! Anggraini sir.” Mr. Lurah immediately ran inside, me and Mujaidi immediately followed, saw Ms. Lurah crying.

“So in the room, now no..”

“Where are you looking?″

“Already pack but no.”

Suddenly he was hit by a fist. I immediately rushed towards the sound of clapping, followed by Mujahidi.

“Cursue..!” “kidnapper catch..!”

I ran fast, Mujahidi followed behind me, the people chasing. My body feels light, I can catch up with the others, even I don't realize there is a front among the pursuers. I saw a shadow jumping over a fence, on his shoulder was a sack, of course it contained, ah must be Anggraini, I was getting faster chasing, spirit, jumping over the fence, jumping over a small river, breaking a banana kebon.

I stopped slouching in my breath, wiping the sweat that soaked my forehead. I just realized that I was alone, where the others were, I looked at no one, anywhere else, but I actually saw that person running here, with the moonlight like a nail piece, I tried to recognize the place around me. Slowly my vision began to clear up. Graves. True this place is a cemetery, maybe a cemetery of the village of Pasir Seketi, but the more I notice this old cemetery, looks like not so managed, and the tombstone of the stone that resembles the rock of the temple, all black mossy. All the trees cross over here and there, knee-high grass, big tree in the middle of the cemetery, what a haunted place, maybe I used to be if not herd Kyai around the island of Java and sleep in any place that is more serem than this place, of course I will be afraid.

I stepped carefully as my legs fumbled, once my eyes looked towards me hoping someone would catch up with me, but it was so quiet, I decided to come back, suddenly heard, I heard, the sound of dried leaves being trampled,

”Who?” I said, not sure. Appearing in front of me a human shadow, her clothes were black-black and wearing a black face cover.

“Heh just mas Ian ha ha ha.” the voice of that person and his large tall body shape, I like to have known him.

“Hah you pervert villain..” I said while still looking up, expecting people to come. Because if I face this man alone can berabe. Is this how it feels if you want to fight, the body trembles. How I deal with this man, I see his body is tall big, muscular, when compared to me a small body is squeaky, small hands are malnourished, let alone fight alam if my hands are squeezed it would be like squeezing a kobis. Especially until fighting, I myself was afraid to imagine it.

Frankly, I've never been in a fight, ever been in a fight, when I was in grade, second grade, the seat I was in was occupied by another child, and then I told him to leave, but he didn't want to fight, and he held my nose, and I cried

as loud as possible. I unconsciously held my nose. Well how about later....

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