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Fatigue was no longer an obstacle, Warti continued to push the cart towards the old house. Where they lived when there was no event after event.

Shortness of breath, spurring their heart rate quickly. But continue their steps.

"Mother...mak's sick..."

"Ndhuk, patiently ndhuk.we have arrived." Surip opened the gedhek door which was already a little fragile.

"Yu.. we get to yu. the strong yu" Warti holds the crest of Sundirah's head, and caresses his belly.

Sundirah endured the pain, and closed his eyes. His hand squeezed the edge of the cloth he hit. Tears melt slowly in the right and left temples.

Surip replaced the fabric in Sundirah, with a clean cloth. Surip's feelings were very anxious, because he believed Sundirah's waters had broken.

With minimal lighting, they cleaned the place for Sundirah to give birth.

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Mahendra enters the main house, in the afterlife of Atmosiman.

Mahendra stared at the flames, with a faint eye. He ran inside, looking for where Sundirah and Suwarti were.

All corners of the room he has been meticulous, but not a sign of the existence of humans

Karmilah, Lemas helpless to see the chaos that exists. legs feel boneless, tongue mute, do not scream, say a word he is not able.

Slamet was blending in with others to extinguish the fire.

By dawn, the embers of the fire were not extinguished either. The copra warehouse was flat on the ground, lucky not to spread to other buildings, including the main house.

The sound of the cockroaches was reluctant to be unpretentious, as if they were grieving over all the events last night.

"Dad... Sundirah, where are they?" Mahendra was on the floor. Frustration, fear of losing Sundirah come back to haunt him.

"There is no way the abduction could have happened to Dirah either, none of which have anything to do with it."

"Who is this mastermind, what does this have to do with my family?" Atmosiman growled while clenching his hands he said.

"Mas.... Sundirah we must find immediately, otherwise" Karmilah stopped his words, because he saw the steps of Slamet who ran towards his direction.

"Ndoro...! the cows in the cage were all released, however, I found the scarf in Surip was around the cage." Slamet voice.

As soon as he heard Slamet's words, Hendra rushed to the back and followed the Atmosiman.

Karmilah observes, the table next to the fabric folds partially scattered on the floor.

"Sir Slamet....!"

"Sweethe mistress!"

"Is there no other trace of him?"

"We haven't, can confirm madam! the back yard is still a little dark. Let's just wait a minute."

Karmilah was disappointed by Slamet's reply. Then he went to the cow pen in the back of the building.

Sunlight seemed reluctant to illuminate the village of Jatilengger, thin fog of the rest of the fire, leaving a pungent smell. The workers, and the community are still shoulder to shoulder to shoulder to put out the embers.

"Ndoro.." a young worker approached Atmosiman.

"Please! what are you going to tell us." Atmosiman sound plan.

"It just so happens, my brother just came from the village of Mbelik. He told me, in the house of Mr. Dhe Suyud there are occupying." The young worker spoke while bowing his head.

"you mean? suyud kang house is occupied?" Karmilah interrupted their conversation.

"Mistress."

"Dad, I'll be there."

Not waiting for approval, Mahendra has already rushed to step up. Atmosiman stood up and took off the blangkon he was wearing last night.

"Go,! Slamet accompany hendra, we'll follow after this."

"Ndoro's seeds." Slamet also ran a small chase after Hendra who had first climbed on the dock.

Dokar is fast paced, leading to the house where Sundirah originally lived.

#We leave Sundirah first, we follow ***atmosphere***** in Djaelani's house, after Sulastri's kidnapper with Sardi's plot#

Sulastri was unconscious, it happened so quickly. Two people were already inside the bridal room, when they entered the room, to change clothes. Two women who helped put on the manten drooped with their mouths on the chopsticks and their hands tied at the legs of the bed.

One of them, wiping Sulastri's mouth with a cloth that has been given chloroform liquid.

And the other one is tasked to deceive Harjito. There is a duel that is not balanced energy in the room, Harjito was hit by a dagger on the rib right jito.

But the figure of the attacker was also hit hard, Harjito hit using Bokor Kuningan, a thick and heavy flower spot.

Pursuit leads to all directions, Harjito pursues with all the power he has.

By sunrise. Suprapto's men returned, including Naris.

And this time the pursuit in several corners of the village paid off.

One man was well-built, blue-faced and bloody bonyok on his mouth and nose. And the other is sturdy but a little flat. He was not even able to stand up because his legs were beaten by the herd of people who had already managed to catch them.

"Say...! Who told you to! where did you take the bride to run?" Naris grabbed the hair of the strapping young man covered in blood. Until his head looked back, and his face grimaced with pain.

"Even sir... I don't know.."

" don't hit me.." the man groaned.

Plaque.bugh...

Harjito dealt a blow many times to the delinquent.

"Who is your master, to make money here."

"Say....! where are you taking Sulastri?" Snap Harjito again.

"We won't say it." The sound was slow, the flat guy spitting on the floor.

Plaque.plaque..

"That's so insolent your mouth heh..! Harjito really lost his temper. The wound on his left side was not felt.

"You guys calm me down, don't have to look, nor worry."

" The bride is safe, ha.ha. ha.." The sandal is apparently steel-fisted as well.

"Don't provoke our anger, or you'll be tied to a pole until your body dries up, roasted to the heat of the sun." Naris felt anxious for him.

"you should have killed that old bastard Djaelani!, he made this mess happen."

"What do you mean...! Harjito sat parallel to the man. He turned to Djaelani, and they looked at each other

"Once again, say it! who told you to?"

"I won't say." Gulp the man while grunting in annoyance.

"Well, tie them up in the court, until late afternoon." Naris who also lost patience ordered some young men, to tie to a pole in front of the courtyard of Djaelani's house.

Harjito in the land of extraordinary death, the wound on his ribs he did not ignore.

Naris approaching...

"Jito. We're going to work together.we're sending some young men, and we're looking for information from both of them." Naris sat side by side with Jito.

"Kang.... Whose action is this? a fire also broke out in Siman's copra warehouse."

"The mastermind of all this, it is clear that Djaelani lurah started it. Because everything has to do with Lurah Djaelani." Naris gave knowledge in his mind.

Meanwhile, inside Djaelani's house.

Djaelani clasped Ratmini's hand tightly. Ratmini's eyes were tightly closed, feet and hands icy cold.Ratmini's breathing was slow and irregular.

"Mother.this is my fault, I have reaped it. Open your eyes, mother." Djaelani is not capable of anything. Her daughter in the deaf does not know her whereabouts, while her mother is weak, dying.

Like rice has become porridge, regret is always at the end of the story.

Dargo also did not move from Ratmini's bedding.The sadness was vividly painted, his eyes occasionally staring at the father. Hatred diminishes respect, and compassion.

"Whatever happens, he's your father. He's the engraver of your true body and soul" Ratmini's words always brushed off that hate.

In the inner moment Dargo is raging between hatred and respect. Suddenly Ratmini's body convulsed, her breathing was wheezing, slowly weakening and weakening.

"Grandmother.....!" Dargo shouted with all his might, whoever heard was surprised and moved closer.

Djaelani hurriedly approached and held onto Ratmini's already unthrobbing pulse.

Ratmini had come home with deep sorrow.

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Chloroform is the common name for trichloromethane. Chloroform is known for being used as an anesthetic, but its use is banned because it has been shown to damage the liver and kidneys. 

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In mourning, the best role model grandmother has passed away.

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