CIRCUMCISION

The fall of Sardi

The spear that Sardi had successfully used as a weapon, against the few who protected Djaelani he swung in all directions.

Djaelani who was unable to move, only resigned if this was the end of the life story that he had been living.

Until at a very favorable moment Sardi, the spear he launched towards Djaelani.

Traanng...gludak!

Fortunately, it still protects Djaelani who is not energetic at all.

Residents who survived to protect Atmosiman's family tried to help protect Djaelani from Sardi's rampage.

dorr....

Because it was very dangerous for anyone who was in that place, Suprapto again shot his weapon towards Sardi, this time hitting the left chest.

The hot golden tin was nesting, penetrating beyond defeating the immunity Sardi had been proud of.

The power of heresy, will be immune to weapons that can kill*hnya, it turns out with gold tin able to penetrate his heart.

Sardi is a heretic, with doubled strength and will only be able to use certain weapons that can weaken his strength.

Sardi nanar's eyes stared at Suprapto, with a step stumbling and dreary*h, Sardi approached Suprapto.

"You!" Sardi's hand held his chest, reaching for Suprapto's arm which was still on standby.

Prayuda was not far from his father's side, observing the movement of Sardi who approached Sekar*t.

Suprapto swiftly caught Sardi's limp body towards him.

"I'm sorry Sardi! this I have to do, so that no other victims happen."

"Remain to Sardi, return to the Creator with a clean soul and a sincere heart. Your vengeance will bring sorrow, and a torment of birth and inner."

Sardi's eyes bulged, his body stiffened. His hand held tightly to Suprapto's palm his mouth let out a yellowish-colored foam.

"Sardi, call it Asmaning Gustimu Sardi." Suprapto did not stop giving prayers of kindness to Sardi.

Atmosiman walked over, then squatted down and helped Sardi lead prayers to the Forgiving and Owner of the One Soul

Sardi's body twitched, his hands clutching firmly as if his life* was reluctant to escape from his body and was trapped in a body full of revenge and without compassion.

The groans make goosebumps, and as a lesson for anyone who witnesses them. Revenge will not solve all problems, angkara will have no end on this earth except with a sincere soul and heart, as a melting pot of revenge and greed.

The night gripped with heavy rain flushed the village of Jatilengger, along with the end of Sardi's journey. Sardi's body with all the grudges and fury was stiffened, there was no crying or regret.

Jenasah Sardi and his men, before that morning they also lifted up with a great-granddaughter, heading to the place where Sardi came from and took up residence before, he said, to be purified and buried according to the beliefs they profess.

Carut marut ngunduh the mastermind of Atmosiman, ending with wisdom for all who see how revenge is not an end to the problem.

The place that originally contained a set of gamelan, bridal decor and some objects to do the wedding, has been neat and clean with the help of all who are in the place.

Maintenance ngunduh montu, has ended all has returned to normal, even though there has been bloodshed.

Djaelani has been rushed to the health hall, because the wounds he suffered were also quite severe, but! in the midst of the journey, Djaelani's life was not helped. He breathed his last on the way to the health hall.

The news of the fall of Sardi soon spread throughout the Atmosiman mansion.

"Warts...! Sundirah looked at Suwarti with a blurred vision, holding back the tears that had been pushed to spill on Sundirah's white cheeks.

"Yeah...! kang Sardi has paid for everything." They embrace and spill all the flavors they have ever felt and they have experienced

Sulistyowati who among them had just realized, it turns out that she was among the victims of the cruelty of Sardi and his herd.

The long and gripping night was over, the rain had subsided leaving fresh air with the whistle of birds in the branches of trees that were still wet.

Slamet and Harjito, who are taking Sulastri to the health hall in the city, have also arrived. Sulastri, who has not been awakened, worries Harjito and Slamet.

They did not flinch from the bed of Sulastri. Harjito's hand was not separated from his grasp, giving warmth and spirit to Sulastri.

Slamet slowly came out of the room, and headed to where the doctor who handles specifically for femininity in the main room.

"Nyuwon sewu, the doctor's mistress. What happened to my son? whether the womb survived or experienced something," slowly Slamet asked as he bent his body.

The health worker who used to handle Sundirah smiled, then allowed Slamet to sit on the bench in front of him.

"Sir Slamet, Congratulations! the father, even in a strong inner shock, has an extraordinary spirit." The nurse smiled soothingly at Slamet's feelings.

"Congratulations sir, soon Mr. Slamet will be fond of grandchildren. The condition of the mother-to-be is very weak so for now it must be a complete rest."

Happiness is clearly reflected in the look and smile of Slamet, the prayer of gratitude also never separated from his lips.

Sulastri's eyes were still closed, dreams about paper petals that began to bloom adorn every breath.

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Story after story is strung full of sorrow and grief, laughter and jokes, who would be able to guess the creation of a meaning in every step of the beach.

Living like a seed, buried in the ground blends together and makes a solid root, springing, buds and blooming, and will fall back into the ground.

All according to the dose and all will keep spinning repeatedly and continuously repeating, all depending on the place and weather.

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Spirit Mak, sir 😉...

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