CIRCUMCISION

Gripping night

Shaking bodies, limp helplessly crying mixed with sweat, it was too far along the road they passed but somehow had to seek help, not a single citizen's house was seen.

Warti memapah Dirah, they walk without purpose even night has approached anywhere else to save themselves.

"Yu.. Where are we? very dark and cold" Warti rubbed his palms in search of warmth.

Looking dimly in the moonlight of a hut, they walked closer, Suwarti put Dirah in agile while embracing, so as to warm each other right.

"Yu. yu Dirah, sleep I will take care of until tomorrow we look for a home and ask for help"

"Warti.. Where are we?" Sundirah clasped Warti's hand.

"Yes, your stomach's okay, right? may the morning soon arrive, we look for the house of the residents and ask for help" entertain Harti who actually he himself is in a hurry, do not know where to look for help.

The shadow of his mother who screamed while shaking hands, telling her children to run to save their father who was beaten by Kamituwo mercenaries. it is tragic that the end of Suyud's escape to save his family must end in a terrible way. Warti cried while hugging Sundirah, they hugged each other and strengthened their hearts.

While at the scene between Suyud and Kamituwo, there was a very fierce duel.

suyud's back was hit by a patch of clurite belonging to the pigtail, a wide wound that shed fresh blood.

Harjito came at just the right time, he took the hoe lying beside Yatemi's lifeless body, and smacked it towards the head of the potbellied, but ill-fated, man, kamituwo turned his head towards Harjito and swung the machete towards his arm.

Stumbling behind Harjito's footrest to pick up balance, Harjito is injured on his arm, but.

"Stop...!"

"Mr....! kamituwo what are you doing?" mahendra's screams rang out, Slamet ran to help Harjito.

While Kamituwo turned to Mahendra, he did not care to swing the machete towards Mahendra, but Suyud blocked the body of Mahendra, so that the machete stuck right in the heart of Suyud fell down, fell down, kamituwo fled towards the darkness.

"Sir....! forgive Hendra who is late, hold on" cried Hendra panicked.

"Hen.dra, sun.di raahhh.." stammered Suyud's voice while pointing towards where Sundirah fled with suwarti.

"Jude... Suyud....! sing strong yes Allah astagfirullahaladzim.... Piyee iki?" Slamet shouted with all his might to embrace Suyud's suffocated body.

"Kang.. tipped Dirah Sama Warti" softly message Suyud in ear Slamet.

Suyud had breathed his last, "Bapaaaak....!" mahendra shouted, while Slamet was confused to see around the dark, Harjito Run closer to where Yatemi and Suyud were.

"Sir..... Why does everything have to happen this way?"

"This is a heinous act, lurah Djaelani must pay for all this!" geram Harjito's.

"Den follow up and find Sundirah with Suwarti, let us take care of the bodies of Suyud and Yatemi" Slamet ordered.

The night was too dark without illumination, as wide as the eye could see only visible darkness.

Mahendra shouted calling Sundirah and Warti's names alternately, but never found where they went to take cover.

Guilt, and loss, a trembling soul slashed through the recesses of the heart, shouting, screaming calling Sundirah's name. But there is no answer. Limp drained body not felt, Mahendra back to the place where Slamet with Harjito cleaned up all the chaos that occurred this afternoon, Suyud buried side by side with Yatemi, Suyud, while the two delinquents who were also spared lost their lives in the cemetery within a few meters, perform funeral rituals with very simple and potluck.

The dawn approached, replacing the gripping night of the sound of the Cigarette as if also felt how justice never sided with those who were more helpless.

Mahendra gathered at the tombs of Suyud and Yatemi.His eyes filled with despair, Slamet and Harjito approached Mahendra with encouragement.

"It's all my fault, it's all because of my father, the greedy ambition they created"

"where should I look for them sir...! lurah Djaelani must take responsibility for his behavior" Shouted Mahendra with full of emotions of anger, and his sense of helplessness.

Then look towards Harjito and Slamet, "Jito! you're hurt, I'm sorry, it wouldn't have happened if my parents hadn't expected the match" Mahendra looked back at Suyud and Yatemi's pusara.

"Have den, lamenting the situation is not the best way, let's together look for Sundirah just like Warti" said Slamet while treating Harjito's wounds with natural antiseptics from existing turmeric grater.

Then they looked for Sundirah with Warti, heading towards the teak forest.

"Welcome...."

"Wart...."

"Den... there seems to be a path, we follow it" Jito said as he walked quickly, and Mahendra followed.

Warti woke up from his sleep in a sitting position, he felt that something was shaking in the slender spot where Dirah was lying.

Dirah shivered violently, his body hot cold sweat soaked his forehead.

"Yes Allah yu...! sampean fever, how's this?" Carti frantically confused looking for help, which turns out they are in the teak forest, no one passes by.

"PLEASE....! whoever hears it, help us!" Warti nervously ran towards the path, and ran back towards the delirious Sundirah calling out to Yatemi.

"Mak.... we will gather again, right Mak? pardon Dirah Mak.. pak... pak.." Dirah's voice slowly, with a face as white as cotton, his body cold.

"Toloooong... toloooong.., help us God..." Warti was confused by the confusion.

And yet! sayup-sayup Warti heard a voice calling his name, Warti approached and hid, he did not want the hoodlums to call him.

The voice grew clearer, and drew closer between fear and joy into one.

Warti ran to the place where Dirah was still shivering. "I hope they help us, be patient!" Warti came out again, the voice was getting clearer and he recognized who the owner of the voice was.

"That's the voice of Mr de Slamet?" girang Warti ran over and answered their call.

"Sir de....! mr. deeee...."

"The Throne.... Wartii...!

"Wartiiii... Slamet ran closer after Hendra and Jito. "Where are you, Warti!" Mahendra couldn't wait to walk ahead of them.

Warti ran while holding Hendra's hand towards where Sundirah was.

"Sun.dira....! Herself...! wake up Dirah... this mas.." broke out crying Mahendra hugged tightly the body of Dirah who drooped helplessly.

They then carry Dirah back to the shelter again.

Warti deftly made something as a warm body Dirah who still shiver.

"Den we should just go back, Dirah should immediately have someone to deal with, maybe we go to a densely populated settlement to ask for help" Slamet gave advice because he saw a very weak Dirah, who was very weak, and the condition of her pregnancy at least they don't understand.

Then Slamet approached Warti, and led him out of the dugout, towards the two mounds of wet ground.

Wasi was confused, and asked while shouting loudly.

"Sir de? where's my mom's dad? where's them?" Warti plopped down and rested on the mound of the tomb, clutching tightly to the wooden navel, crying, screaming, thrashing, not accepting the circumstances he was receiving at this time, he said, his loved ones had left in a horrible way.

"Sir de...? what about our next fate, what will happen again?" erang Warti heartbreaking.

"Warti, we'll take care of you! we're going home, but your yu needs immediate help"

"We'll be back here again, when things are going well" Slamet strengthens the soul of Harti who is shaken violently by events. although Slamet himself is difficult to accept the reality of the death of Suyud and Yatemi.

Sundirah was unconscious, his tired eyes were helpless. Hendra splashed his head in his lap, his hands clasped tightly and gently rubbed Sundirah's belly.

they were traveling home, the Dodge car they were riding in crept slowly.

and suddenly.....!

"aaakkhh....."

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