CIRCUMCISION

Kamituwo has returned

"Well... ayaah.please." Lastri screamed.

"aakhh Lastri's..." Djaelani fell and fell in Sulastri's arms.

The dagger stuck in Djaelani's left back. Fresh blood seeps in hands and clothes.

"Djaelani's... You have to hold on"

Some workers came and provided assistance. Carrying the body of Djaelani's lurah to the bed, which is on the front porch.

"Ndoro.. What happened ? it's not safe anymore."

"We must be vigilant, I will call mantri and Naris ndoro." Slamet confirmed the hat he was wearing, then rushed to pick up the bike.

"Dad... Don't leave Lastri." Lastri wept beside Djaelani, who was in limp condition, because of the much blood he shed because of the wound, also because of the shock that can attack suddenly.

"Lastri... It's okay not to cry."

Sundirah stared tensely at the situation he had just seen, reminiscent of the events that had befallen both of his parents.

"Mrs ..bapak..." Sundirah's body trembled violently, cold sweat drenched his forehead, the cold fingers of his hand clasped Karmilah's hand.

"Ndhuk... Let's just go inside." Karmilah felt anxious about the state of Sundirah who will return to experience trauma.

Mahendra and Dargo rejoin . Dargo approaches Djaelani observing his father's wounds, then walks closer to Atmosiman.

"Sir dhe... We lost track of the man. I'm sure this has something to do with my father." Dargo's breathing is irregular, holding in anger over his failure to pursue the mysterious figure who has injured his father.

"Go... everything has happened, we must remain vigilant. That guy will definitely come back."

Mahendra approached the deathly pale Sundirah, he hugged Sundirah, stroking the head and back of Dirah. Mahendra knew that Sundirah was going through a great trauma.

"Mothers... Please bring Sundirah in, and just rest in Ma'am." Hendra Pinta.

Atmosiman looked at the back of his daughter-in-law and his wife, then approached Djaelani.

"Siman, I'm sorry! all the chaos is me causing your family to have to bear the consequences."

"That's it..! everything has happened, I kill you there is no benefit to my family." replied Atmosiman with a restrained anger.

Anger, sadness, pity, blending into one. Friends beyond brothers have been heart-piercing from behind, mercilessly.

Not long ago mbok Surip came, bringing the herb binahong leaves and then give it to Dargo.

Dargo then wrapped the potion, then wrapped with a clean cloth that Surip gave.

"Thank you mbok."

"It's a hot tea mas, give it to the father so it helps a little relieve the sense of tension."

"Children mbok, mature suwon."

"Mahendra, Dargo! you guys sit right here. Lastri too, we need to speak from heart to heart."

They approached and sat facing each other silently, all at the thought of each.

"You're Dargo and Sulastri! all this as a reflection of your life, the pleasure, the misery of our own life.our own determinant."

"Ulah a handful of humans, resulting in prolonged suffering. Then should I hate you guys? it will only lead to stupidity."

"Do I have to kill your father? He is like a brother in joy and sorrow."

"Sir dhe, it's impossible to do all that. It all started with wanting to unite our families with the marriage rope between Lastri and Mahendra, but ended with bloodshed, and revenge like this."

"This is also not spared my mistakes, who are blind to the position of your father as a lurah, a position. held by authority as a role model of society."

"Sir dhe the fool, the blind, and your greedy father, and you too are the victims of all this."

"I'm sorry dhe, I'm sorry Hendra's father."

Atmosiman's voice, surprising the brothers Dargo and Sulastri. Lastri sobbed, while Dargo tried hard.

"Sir, I, on behalf of my father and family, apologize for the error that you have been doing."

"Everything is beyond our capabilities, sir dhe."

Shaking Dargo's voice said word for word.

"My grief, nothing compared to your wounds. the loss of both cavemen, in times of need, I know the wound is difficult to heal Himself." Inner Lastri cried in silence.

Mahendra let out a long sigh, and mediated the conversation. "Dad..! everything has happened, don't regret it. He has thrown all. It's just natural, the memory of the event is hard he just forget."

"Dargo, prepare for Lastri's wedding with Harjito, because now he also needs a protector. We'll help as hard as we can."

"Thank you, mr. dhe! we will soon meet them." said Dargo firmly.

The roar of the police car stopped, Suprapto then two of his colleagues got off the car.

Not long after, Naris and Slamet followed from the back of the car, riding a bicycle.

"Sorry ndoro siman, we did not arrive on time. Even we've just arrived, Mr. Slamet has informed us of the mysterious figure."

"Everything is beyond suspicion Mr. Prapto."

"Good afternoon lurah Djaelani..! We're from the security forces, with a warrant. To arrest you as a fugitive, for the mastermind of persecution, for the loss of someone's life."

Lurah Djaelani just resigned to what he will live.

"The legal process will be followed according to the provisions, and during the healing process, Djaelani will serve the sentence outside the prison." Suprapto firmly granted his authority to Djaelani.

"Sir Prapto! don't handcuff her hands, I can't bear to witness her children's suffering." Atmosiman whispered softly, Prapto nodded his head.

Mahendra, who had been sitting in his seat, got up and got closer to Suprapto, then talked about something before bringing Djaelani into the car.

"Sir Prapto, I ask for security guarantees for them, I fear that kamituwo, or anyone will come back and harm them. Don't let that happen sir"!

"Everybody, we'll do it. Their safety is our responsibility."

"Ndoro we beg you to say goodbye, the security of the family of Lurah Djaelani is in our responsibility."

"Search kituwo, we have also submitted."

The arrest of Djaelani lurah was in the spotlight of the workers, they did not dare to give any opinion. Because the cover of Djaelani's decay has been very neatly covered.

#Greed is what you can call a bottomless kind of hole where it is really endless, then where is the result of greed....?

It will not bring anything but regret.

A mountain of gold is not necessarily enough for a greedy person, but a plate of rice is enough for a grateful person.#

Djaelani's departure fulfills the responsibility for his deeds, and the return of his children by losing the father figure as their protector.

Has scratched memories, which are not easily lost to posterity .

While in the city center, there was a crowd of kluthuk gambling players, the comfort women were struggling spoiled with striped nose men.Cigarette smoke, the smell of sweat. Not an obstacle for them to find, happiness or rupiah to continue their lives.

"Bogel.. nude..have eyes never used correctly..! It's clearly in sight, still missing the target too."

"Yes sorry boss...! but I guarantee you, that lurah will die in my hands if I see you again."

"Hey.haaa.haa. His daughter is a beautiful boss, I want to be her husband lo, if the boss is bored later." a long-haired man with the name Bogel, bogel, laughing loudly among the herd Kamituwo who was gathering to drink wine.

"He's my part..! don't mess with you, if you don't want your ears to break in two." Kamituwo's threat certainly made the Bogel's guts.

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