CIRCUMCISION

Journey home

Kediri, November 15, 1960.

Mas Mahendra, this is Sulastri the son of Djaelani lurah from the village of kawedusan. Maybe your letters are late or even unrequited from Sundirah, I represent my father a sincere apology from Hendra mas. Maybe what my father did was an error.

Hendra's letters, none of them reached the right person, and my father kept with the intentional element so that our matchmaking continued to run smoothly as he wanted.

Come home soon mas Hendra, Sundirah really needs you as the father of the child who is in his birth at this time. This matchmaking problem, can be the same as we cancel by resuscitating our parents, because I am also unlikely to live out his wishes.

Sundirah is currently in exile on the South Coast with his family and under threat from the Ndoro Atmosiman family.

A letter I wrote, may it make our spirit to step forward. Immediately go home do not delay any longer the age of Sundirah content has entered the age of seven months. At times you are much needed beside Sundirah.

Sulastri Greetings.

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Indeed, the anger that he was unable to bear on his own, lamented inwardly that the mahendra's nelangsa cried out with all his might. He sat down on both knees squeezing a letter from Sulastri. Amir, who happened to be in the room, was shocked, approached and held onto the shoulders of the wailing mahendra, crying out for what had happened. The lover of his soulmate had to bear the burden of lara alone, the shadow of Sundirah's cries clearly flashed in his eye sockets.

"What happened to my brother Mahendra? why are you so sad, is there bad news about your family in Indonesia?" Amir asked, shaking Mahendra's arm.

Mahendra looked up his head while lamenting, he told me about his love journey which is currently in the game of ambition of his parents, and must return home as soon as possible to Indonesia. From behind Rashid's door, who heard a scream coming from his room, ran away.

"Is there any noise you guys are so! deaf ears from the end of the road also heard you scream like Hendra's trance!" rasyid's nagging who did not understand Mahendra's situation was in a state of turmoil. But when Amir put his index finger on the tip of his lips and his eyes bulged, then Rashid realized what had happened.

"Mahendra, what's wrong with you?" rasyid asked as he slowly approached. "Tell your sorrow maybe we can help each other, here we are Hendra's brothers, share your suffering with us" Rashid said.

Mahendra corrected his seat, then told what had happened, and planned to immediately return to the homeland looking for the whereabouts of the lover, and the child who was in Sundirah's womb.

"Your return in Mahendra's waiting, solve the mistakes you have made and, be aware of the ambitions that sacrifice your love" Rashid added.

"The science that we have here, as long as the breath is still in the body, age is not an obstacle to reach it" Amir also gave encouragement to Mahendra.

"I will go to find information to the business of flying, so that you reach the homeland of Indonesia soon" said Amir rushed out of the room.

The journey to the origin of Mahendra residence, can take two more days, even though it is taken by air.

An uneasy heart hopes to immediately embrace the lover who has been in the pain of longing, lara nelangsa unimaginable cry of sorrow, always befriending at every twilight towards the rising of the Sun.

Meanwhile at the Djaelani residence, with a dead red face he broke through the entire room, he was looking for something that had been lost. "Where is the letter? who took it?" furious Djaelani while clenching his hand at the same time Lastri came. "Dad! looking for something?" ask Lastri. "I've read, and taken the letter, what did you do?" Lastri unperturbed stared at Djaelani.

"Lastri apologizes father, not the intention of Lastri being an ungodly child, and disobedient with father, but Sundari has conceived Mahendra's son, I am not able to undergo this matchmaking" said Lastri who sat in front of Djaelani. "Why did you keep all Mahendra's letters?" lastri asked back.

"Lastri! dad wants you to marry with a choice of father, Mahendra son of a copra juragan" Djaelani stared intently at Lastri. "He is the sole heir to Atmosiman's wealth" Djaelani smiled widely, satisfied with what he had planned. "Then father will master the wealth of the heritage as the gambling capital of Sawung Pitik? because, some of my father's property has been lost to other Kawung gamblers" cried Lastri.

Djaelani gasped at the words of his daughter. " You know what you are, huh..! tell me now where is Sundirah?" ask Djaelani while standing up.

Then, he rushed to call the coachman and boarded the dock to kamituwo house.

after arriving at the destination, they discussed how the next step. Some cunning tactics and the way they negotiated carefully, after feeling all was enough to talk Djaelani saying goodbye.

"Ha.ha.ha... ki lurah you will reap the consequences, after so many years I patiently wait and now is the right time" nanar kamituwo eyes saw the departure of Djaelani, and he will not wait, imagined an old grudge that he had kept all this time will soon pay off.

"I'll spoil your family Djaelani, through your son's son. "I'm tired of being your henchman Djaelani!" kamituwo clenched his hand saying slowly. While imagining how good it is to serve as a lurah, with crooked land and running a business among the pikit kawung will definitely switch power to him later.

Treasure, position and honor one scope of means brings a person of varied ambition, to race to create desire and selfishness. Really am! from time to time the story will become monotonous in the absence of treasure and power. This earth is enough for millions of descendants. But the earth will not be enough for one greedy man. Greedy people see a round but endless earth. They are actually blinded by the world. Feeling the world eternal, feeling the pleasure is the essence, even though they are trapped in false favors.

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Crooked \= is a village land that is the wealth of the village.

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