CONFINEMENT

CH 114 - JOURNEY OF REMOVING WOUNDS

Drips alternately wet the tip of the head on the run from nestapa, on a misty journey looking at the light above the ground reddened, the sky was not moonlight

blur did not penetrate, up to the face.

The hollow body on the almost numb foot cursed the deceived move.

On his shoulders perched the blazing memories of the sun along with the smoke and sweat lingering, his heat framing across the sky and the face of the earth.

The heat split his head, removing a line of smiles on the door of hope.

The moon has lost to the clouds and the rain that deliberately came did not survive all night.

On a time line that crawls forward, there will be a time to meet one person who changes lives forever.

Then, that one person will be the biggest part of the agenda.

The heart does not give you any choice but to fall in love, even if logic continues to say that the risk of falling in love is falling at the bottom of the nestapa.

On a time line that crawls forward, there will be times when it gets hurt and loses grip.

The most tempting thing after that is to lie down, enjoy the pain, and let the timeline drag the intentions of living life.

So, when to come? Until it's too late to fix it? Until the light is completely out? Do you realize that God tests because He believes His creation is stronger than expected? Rise up.

Life will not wait, on a time line that crawls forward, there will be times when the desire to jump back and forth at certain points of memory.

However, believe me useless, the timeline will not slow down the movement of the goods for a second. He can only move forward, and move forward. And inevitably, we have to get dragged into the groove.

Just ikhlaskan. What is more painful than letting go of something is holding on to something that hurts slowly.

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"Then to the city today?"

"Let's say my regards to Disya, yes Bli."

"I haven't seen him for a long time, the last time the Lingga crossing went down" said a woman who was none other than Sekar Jempiring to her foster brother.

Muhibbin only nodded lightly while smiling at the two people in front of him.

"Yes, Bli will tell you."

"Bli put Raya here."

"Let him help you look after Lingga, Gek." replied Muhibbin to his sister, his gaze was turned and directed at the Man beside Sekar.

With great respect, the man said,

"Yes, let Raya play with Lingga here, Bli."

"Bli Ibbin get things done, Bli."

"Toh also Lingga looks happy when near the Kingdom" said the man beside Sekar chimed in both.

The third look was on a teenage girl and a boy about three years old who was busy playing in the dangin hall. Their smiles glanced at the Linga who was acting spoiled towards the Sacred Kingdom.

"All right, I'll leave you guys first."

"Especially Arsana will go to the farm as well" said Muhibbin looking towards Sekar.

"Oh yeah, how's the development of the late ajik farm now, Ar? muhibbin asked the man he called Arsana next to his sister.

"Bli meeting, everything went well."

"That's all thanks to Bli Ibbin's guidance." replied Arsana with a smile.

"The farm would not have grown as fast as it is today without Bli Ibbin's previous intervention and efforts" the man told Muhibbin.

"Good, hopefully what was left behind by the late Ajik can be useful for your lives" Muhibbin said again.

Since the marriage of Sekar and Arsana four years ago, he and his nephew Raya do not live together again with Sekar, they both lived in Surau An Nur and Muhibbin gave the responsibility of managing the business of the late Jero Nengah Wirata farm to Arsana, her sister's husband.

Arsana is none other than Muhibbin's friend from Galuh banjar who is one of the cantrik Resi Giri Waja and on the blessing of the Resi the two are united.

Muhibbin got up from his place then approached the Holy Kingdom who was playing with the Linga.

The man is seen sticking out his hand and lifting the body of Lingga in his carrying, with a smile Muhibbin chatted for a moment with his younger brother's son.

"Pak De's niece is getting smarter, isn't she?"

"You're getting hotter, Nang!"

"Your face is the same as your late legion." said Muhibbin as he glanced at Sekar and Arsana.

"What do you want from Mr De?" added the man, his smile spread while kissing the three-year-old boy.

Linga who did not know anything just chattering as she wanted while pulling a thin beard that grows on the chin Muhibbin, the child looks carefree in the arms of the Uncle.

A moment later, Muhibbin said to the Sacred Kingdom,

"Sir, Mr. Lik went to Aunt Disya's house first."

"You're here to look after Lingga and help your mother Yu."

"Sir Lik before dusk must have returned" Muhibbin told his nephew's Sacred Kingdom.

"Yes Mr. Lik." replied Raya briefly as her hand stretched out to grab Lingga into her sling.

"Yes, Mr. Lik left first."

"Kar, Bli left first." said the man turned towards Sekar.

"Bli also went to the farm first, Gek." said Arsana also to the wife.

She nodded towards her brother and husband.

The two men came out of the house while paddling his wind carriage with their respective purposes.

***

'Pregn!'

The sound of things falling and breaking scattered on the floor.

With an anxious face a little girl sat crouched down cleaning up the scattered fragments of glass.

"Near!"

"How many more plates will you break!" a woman's voice shrieked the little girl in her sevens.

"Sorry Mom De, Tiara accidentally" said the girl stammered, her face bowed in fear as her hands picked up and cleaned the broken glass.

"Basic blandong boy!"

"Always annoying!"

"Just like your undead mother!"

"I don't want to know!"

"As punishment, you sweep and mop all the rooms of this house."

"So clean the whole page!"

"Today there's no lunch or dinner for you!" hardik woman on the little girl, look full of rage and eyes stifle full of hatred against the little girl.

"Me Iluh!"

"Me Iluh, where are you?"

"Hurry here!" the woman's cry called for her maid.

In a hurry an old woman rushed towards the kitchen to meet the woman who shouted to her.

"Yes, Den Ayu."

"Den Ayu called me?" said the old woman while bowing her body.

The master departed the waist while occasionally with his left hand pointing towards the little boy who was still squatting in front of him.

"You watch this blandong kid!"

"Before all is settled, don't let him rest."

"Obviously you, if you help him!" hardik the woman to Me Iluh.

"Well, Den Ayu." replied The old woman was still in a bowing position before her employer.

With a feeling of pity, the old woman glanced at the little boy who was still crouching cleaning the broken plate on the floor, and then she looked down at him, it was not long before the master left Me Iluh and the little girl called Tiara.

After finishing cleaning the broken dishes, with tears the little girl took a bucket and cloth not far from the kitchen.

His little hands began to clean one room after another of the magnificent building was watched by the maid.

While Me Iluh could only be silent to see Tiara depart from before him, in her heart the old woman seemed to be saddened to see her little master get punishment from the Aunt.

"The unfortunate step of your fate, Den Ayu."

"If your grandfather were still around and your mother wasn't sick, you probably wouldn't be treated like this, Den." murmured Me Iluh inwardly as she wiped her tears with the edge of her danger.

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