CIRCUMCISION

Love in silence

The sound of the beat of the dice at the table, combined with the boisterous sound of the gambling game kluthuk, the longer it heats up.

The spoiled laughter of their companion women, invites passion for lust. Smoke puff cigarette, suffocating breath is not an obstacle for them.

In a closed room, moans of pleasure hunt the breath of passion. The rolling sweat of contentment reluctantly dries up, dominating their andrenaline towards the splendid peaks of nirvana they create.

The lustful woman whines spoiled. "Kang... When did you marry me?" The woman's fingers danced gently on the chest, the field with the sweat.

"he.he.he.y.you don't dream of a marriage. It's lucky you got in my arms, and enjoy my manhood."

"There are still a lot of women there, who want me to enjoy their paradise." That mocking laughter sounded painful, to anyone who heard it.

"What, still less warmth I give you, kang?"

"Sampean, I've enjoyed every inch of my body! less is too." Women keep whining.

"You are yes! the important thing is to get money from me, and be able to satisfy me. That's enough! don't dream weird." Tawil passed out of the room, fixing his pants and draping the clothes he was wearing.

Sitting in the amben, while smoking a rolling tobacco, enjoying the satisfaction he achieved.

Tawil was one of the begal conspirators, who had conspired with Kamituwo.

While in the corner of the gedhek room, kamituwo sat dreamy. Fun to pour the wine, vertical again and again. A monstrous grin painted how deeply his grudge was raining piercing into his heart.

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Flashback room

The thought and stratagem of bringing down Djaelani's gourmand, taking some of his treasures, were already buried far away.

How do you want to be a lurah? if you are a fugitive, this is just a dream.!

Fifteen years is not a short time, to hold a grudge is a meeting.

Disappointment and anger, leading him to blind vengeance. Kamituwo Sardi who was once a handsome young man was quiet, polite and polite in speaking words.

To love in silence, the figure of a beautiful girl, who has a sweet smile. Anyone would be captivated, soft in voice, the mature sapodilla skin typical of village girls. With long hair that unravels wavy curls.

Loving her in silence, imagining her by knitting longing without reality. To shackle the despair in the ice.

Rukmini...! Yes.he is Rukmini, the sister of the djaelani lurah.

"You must be rich first Sardi, before asking Rukmini to help me, because I can't possibly share my father's legacy with a poor young man like you." Djaelani's words were painful to anyone who heard them.

"I didn't expect anything, I just loved Ning Rukmini. Please allow our love to grow naturally."

"I am not a rich man, but I am able to support Ning Rukmini. I love her kang Djaelani."

Rukmini, heard all the conversations between Sardi and Djaelani. Smiling expectantly, will be the blessing of an old brother other than the mother who gave birth.

The love of Sardi and Rukmini, in fact, does not clap one hand. They love each other in silence.

The afternoon breeze brought a promise, meeting lovers to fulfill a sense of longing.

With Sulistyowati who was holding a small Sudargo at that time, asleep in the arms of the mother.

With a shy smile, they looked at each other. Who would have guessed it was the last time Sardi enjoyed that sweet smile.

The girl has been gone, lost somewhere.for months without news, without story . Until one day we heard the sad news, the sweet girl had gone home, for good.

Rukmini's body lay stiff, the face of the ayu was gone. The girl's body was like a bone wrapped in skin. The eyes were closed, without the breath of life.

Tragically.... Donning....

The mother, Ratmini, was unable to turn back time. Love Rukmini carried away dead in the pasungan brother, blood and seembanga.

Djaelani's greed has closed his eyes and heart.

"Djaelani! I'll demand Rukmini's death, you'll have to pay for what you did." The muscular hand clenched.

"Lay quietly Rukmini, we will be together later when the time has come."

There is no way we can be together, so I always write verses in my heart. Where can the life of the world be arranged as I please, then you and I become us.

Always with longing.

Shown one day our hands are linked, drowning together under the pocket of the sky. This lonely then always leads me to you

Flashback off

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"Boss... boss... daydream boss..." Bogel approaching.

"Think what boss...? just choose, the woman who soon gave birth to it . Or that old bastard Djaelani's son".

"Otherwise that makes, your face is like trying to take the life of the boss."

"hee.he.here...don't get angry boss, get old."

"You've never been like me Bogel, keep your bacot. No one touches those two women, they're mine".

"None of you dare hurt them! you're gonna face me."

Kamituwo again gulped down the intoxicating water, with all sorts of thoughts filling his head.

While in the village of Setinggil, Slamet had been in negotiations with Paini. They decided the right day and market, to visit Ratmini's house and propose to Sulastri.

"Yu, don't worry. This is a noble goal, uniting two sons of man and avoiding unwanted things."

"And hopefully, lurah Djaelani soon converted. What I'm worried about, the mysterious person will come back and endanger Sulastri's soul."

"Slamet. Mrs Ratmini is far away, has advised and it looks like it will happen."

"Jito! your fate with the fate of Sundirah, not much different. ***Sing waspodo***, after marriage later you will occupy the house **Gedong**** at the end of that road."

"The house is a relic**Lurah dongkol**, for Rukmini ndoro Djaelani's sister. While the rice fields that have been working, also belong to Mrs Ratmini."

"You must be patient... Lurah Djaelani is on the lookout for his enemy."

Eye paini far away glare, incident after incident that befell Sundirah. Make him worried too, however all the problems, starting from the lurah Djaelani. and will not rule out the possibility of enemy Djaelani also not a little.

"Mbok. I love Sulastri, not because I wish for a relic, or a position like theirs."

"I'm sure Sulastri knows who we are! Our love is sincere."

"Ikhlas kan Mbok. I remain Harjito, wherever jito's heart is anchored. mbok also my lap back."

Jito, bowing his head in the lap of Paini. Paini stroked Jito's head.

"Go le, manut sama sir lik. Mbok never gets in the way of your love, but always pray for your happiness. live the weight of your future life."

"Bring Sulastri home,***Ojo ngebyah Uyah** Yu, in fact Lastri is very concerned about uniting den Hendra with Sundirah." Slamet held Paini's heart.

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***Gedhek***\= **name******from***********bamboo usually used for home walls***.

***Dongkol \= Ex-deceased lurah***.

***Ojo ngebyah Uyah \= assume the same, say something different***.

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