CIRCUMCISION

Copra warehouse on fire

Some time, before the fire at Atmosiman's copra warehouse.

Everything went as usual, even the feeling that something would happen was not felt Surip or Sundirah and other family members.

The presence of Suwarti, that afternoon brought happiness to Sundirah, hugging each other, telling stories with the day they lived.

Likewise with Surip, like the days he lived routine.if all his other work is finished, he used to make a broomstick.

The uro-uro jowo. Sitting on the floor, on the edge of the kitchen's emperon.with Ublik's lighting, and the moonlight approaching the full moon.

"Yu. Your stomach is round, and the bigger it is "Warti stroked her stomach, and attached her earlobes to her stomach

" you yu.., he knows that Bu lek is coming, his movement is packing."

"Lanang opo wadon yu?"

" if lanang must be handsome like Hendra kang, but. if wadon, she will be beautiful like me."

Warti spoke, looking up at the clouds on the roof of the house, and blinked his eyes. As if what he said was true.

"Whoa. yaa.. where can, lha wong I her mother, why her face descends on you!"

"He.he...he...! kan I am also part of her mother yu...! So yo it's only natural that my beauty is declining to my stature."

"He.he...hem.you have nothing."

they joke, laugh and make fun of each other, and give happiness to them.

"Yeah.... What's the happy partan?" Asked Warti while laying down beside Dirah's thigh, while playing the tip of the shirt that Sundirah was wearing.

"Why ask like this Warti?" dirah's eyebrows furrowed, indicating He did not understand Suwarti's conversation.

"Yes.. I'm just worried about you...! given ndoro Atmosiman, it didn't approve of your relationship."

" Time has given the answer Ti. ndoro Siman has regretted his actions."

"Mother's sacrifice was not in vain."

"And I'm grateful, with all of this. Hopefully! you will also find happiness in the way I feel."

Sundirah said, looking at Warti. Smiling sweet Sundirah, Warti replied with a hug.

Suddenly though.....

Surip approached Harti and Sundirah, then whispered something.

The tense faces of Warti and Sundirah, implying fear. Surip hinted to be calm and not nervous.

Surip guided Sundirah, carrying her back, leading to a cow stable slacking their way, while bowing their bodies.

"The....!"

"Ssttt.., just walk."Surip's voice whispered.

They hid among the haystacks, and Kolonjono.

"Slow down, but be careful."

While far from their hiding place, it was more than a hundred meters behind the main building.

Several shadows were seen pacing back and forth, one of them prying the door that led to the door of the copra warehouse.

"Nonsense, where are they hiding...! search every corner. And bring Sundirah to me!" That voice shouted that was none other than Kamituwo Sardi.

Not for how long, like a ball of fire, it contains kerosene. They threw it in the copra shed, then.

Dorr...

The copra warehouse is full of copra ready in the milled, as well as the remnants of copra dregs are certainly very flammable.

The sound of tongs was timid, heard from a distance. The sound of swearing sounded even more sinister, like he was about to kill anyone he met.

While Kamituwo Sardi, rummaging through the Atmosiman household. Sardi's men, looted all the valuables he could carry.

panic was also felt by Warti, Sundirah and Surip. Sundirah suffocated, Warti helped Surip carry the sundirah, then raised it on the cart where the animal feed was cleaned first.

Their carts thrust out of the grounds, into the darkness.

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Surip Pov

Unlike regular nights, the knee on the hanger flaps its wings violently. Drinking water provided, spilled all.

"What's this?" My inner.

As for the deserted house, everyone was attending the Lastri wedding.

I'm trying to walk through the door and the window, it's all locked.

"Everything's safe, there's no way there's going to be a burrow in."

I observed, there were two shadowy figures wearing a sarong as a cover of his face.

I am sure, the two shadows are not Sukro or Kamin workers ndoro Siman, who usually do guard around the house. But a stranger who does plan badly.

"Duh Gusti...! Look at this, I have to save Sundirah immediately."

I rushed to find Sulastri's whereabouts with Warti.

I, can't even give them an explanation. I hurriedly grabbed the hands of Lastri and Sundirah who were lying down.

I had trouble seeing Sundirah walking, could not bear to see him grimacing while supporting his stomach with his right hand, while his left hand I pulled.

"Warti, bring the cloth you can carry." I whispered slowly to Warti.

And he responded with what I wanted, his hands grabbing the neatly folded cloth on the table we passed.

I don't know where to take Sundirah out of this house. My mind was drawn to hide inside the copra warehouse, but it was impossible! Because, the movement there will be easily visible.

Finally I took them to the cowhouse, and hid among the colonjonos that were cut from the field this afternoon.

"Mbok what happened?" warti whispered, he seems to have understood the situation.

"We're here first, if it's possible to take Sundirah away from this place." I whispered. Accidentally my hand felt something wet and warm. My old eyes can't see colors in the dark, I can't tell Warti. All will add to their fears.

"Mhd.... Sick...! it hurts so much, mbok.." Sundirah whimpered softly.

I shut Sundirah up with my hand, I whispered softly into his ear.

"Dirah.sabar hold on, we will seek help." I tried to whisper softly.

The dark figure walked closer to our hiding place, my heart stopped beating.

My breath faltered for a moment, enduring this tremendous tension.we hugged each other tightly.

Yes..he is Kituwo Sardi! Standing just a few feet in front of our hideout.

Swearing, swearing and all the dirty words he threw out of his mouth.

The sound of clapping was timid, not far from our hiding place. Kamituwo Sardi ran, away from us.

Relieved....! I am grateful that the danger has gone away. The sound of loud screams and explosions of fire explosions from the copra warehouse, increasingly gripping the atmosphere.

I gestured to Warti, and carried Sundirah's limp body onto the cow feed cart.

POV Surip off

Surip and Warti rushed to push the wagon, to get away from the site of the fire.

In the darkness, they continued to push the wagon out of the jatilengger village.

"Bok..sick mbok..." He returned to whimpering.

"Patience first, we need to find a safer place.

"Mbok..this is the direction to my house! we'll just go there."

"Yu. I will push this wagon even faster, be patient. You have to be strong..have to be yu!"

Every now and then, Warti rubbed the sweat on his forehead. Surip's old body ran small beside the wagon.

"Come on Mbok. soon we'll be there."

The night felt long, lara Sundirah again opened the story of pain.

At the Atmosiman residence, there are already many people who work hand in hand to put out the fire. Fortunately, the fire did not spread to the main building.

While on the side not far from the Atmosiman residence, Kamituwo Sardi in the bushes, he hid. His eyes were pushy, and his countenance was crimson. His failure brought Sundirah, making his heart even hotter.

"Kang.. don't be discouraged, I think Bogel and others managed to bring Sulastri escape."

"We'd better get back to our base soon, and we'll head south."

Sardi nodded, stood up then stepped away in follow with his two comrades again.

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Uro-uro is a Javanese “happiness”nya. At uro-uro, people are free to sing expressing their feelings, whether they are happy or sad, rich or poor, when they are at peace or are struggling with feelings.

Ketiwasan is generally pure Javanese mafhum and understand with the intention of insight. The point is that there is a heavy disaster.

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