CONFINEMENT

CH 117 - PEARL OF RAHMANI PART III

"Master .. master!"

"You have been invited in by the great madam" said an old woman who was none other than Sirkun's servant, staggering out of the room.

"How's my son doing?"

"Why don't we hear the sound of a baby crying from inside the room?" sir Timoti exclaimed to the Servant who had just told them.

"You better go in, I don't dare say anything."

"I was ordered to call the Balian governorate to come here by the big madam." replied the old woman, bowing her head.

"What's this?"

"Why should I bring Balian governorate?"

"What happened to Wati and her son?" now Mr. Bendowo interrupts, but the servant is silent and does not answer.

Hearing the information from the old Servant, Mr. Bendowo rushed into the room with Mr. Timoti and Mr. Sirkun. His face could not cover his worries.

"Mommy!"

"What happened to Wati and the baby?" exclaimed Mr. Bendowo to his wife, saw Madame Warika crying beside Sariwati's unconscious body, while a red baby wrapped in cloth was beside Sariwati who was still unconscious.

Sad faces mixed with anxiety emanated from the faces of the people in the room, but only someone with a cold face still did not budge in the corner of the bed, the woman was Habsari.

It seems that the woman occasionally smiled cynically watching the people around her.

"What happened to Wati, Ms Yu?"

"Why is Wati unconscious and the baby is not moving?" now Mr. Timoti voiced out, his gaze was pushy to see the princess and the baby covered in cloth in front of him.

Madam Warika only sobbed as her hand rubbed her daughter's head that was on her lap. Mr. Bendowo's wife did not heed the questions of his relatives.

"Ni kinsman, what's going on?" now Mr. Timoti's face could not cover his worries.

With a sigh, the Paraji said,

"Ni Mas Wati lost a lot of blood during her delivery, sir."

"The process of delivering her baby girl is very difficult."

"The baby breech and ari-ari the baby wrapped around his body and neck, thus complicating the birth process." replied Paraji who helped deliver Sariwati was soft, his face bowed respectfully to the person before him.

"What do you mean, this is all?"

"Why are Wati and the baby like this?" back Mr. Timoti leaned the question on the Paraji.

"Ni Mas Wati is currently critical and needs Balian's handling, sir."

"While the baby was beyond help, sir" the old Paraji replied softly with his face still bowed.

"I can't help your baby daughter."

"I don't have much ability in medicine" said the woman's shaman back.

"No!"

"No way." cried Mr. Timoti as he inched closer towards his daughter who was lying down.

Everyone in the room was fixated, occasionally heard the sobs of Madam Warika.

The atmosphere of silence mixed with sadness was very felt, suddenly a sound broke the atmosphere of the room, and,

"Why are you crying over everything?"

"It is better for the boy to die than to be a disgrace to the great Harsuto family." said Habsari ketus, a cynical smile and a triumphant expression implied from his face.

"So your mouth, Habsari!" hardik Mr. Bendowo on his eldest son.

"It's not appropriate for you to say that to your sister and nephew!" now Mr. Bendowo's eyes reddened full of rage on Habsari.

"Yes, it's better!"

"Rather than the baby being a family disgrace!" habsari's argument with his father.

Hot and tense susana occurs in the room, the debate Habsari and Mr. Bendowo increasingly tapered.

Seeing such a situation, Sirkun whispered to Mr. Timoti, a moment later the generous Entrepreneur gestured to his daughter Disya and the old Paraji to come out of the room.

After the death of the three, there was again a debate between the children of the descendants of the Garuda Gold dynasty's extended family.

"Habsari, watch your talk!"

"Your actions do not reflect the dignity of a noble!"

"Tell me like a man who doesn't know the rules!" now Mr. Timoti spoke up, a look of anger on the face of the leader of the Beach Country.

"It is precisely your son that you need to teach manners and the meaning of honor!"

"The child he was born with was a Peteng Cow child whose origin was unclear!"

"So you're the one who should educate your son that's ethical and moral!" habsari replied with a high voice to Mr. Timoti, the woman's face was now flushed red.

"What do you mean by that, Habsari?" mister Timoti said to the woman before him.

"Yes, what do you mean by that, Habsari?" now Madam Warika also voiced in the midst of sobs, while Mr. Bendowo was silent to hold his anger on his eldest daughter.

"You ask yourself later, after the goddamn kid wakes up." said Habsari ketus and stepped away from the room.

Not long after the departure of Habsari, an old Balian leader of the alchemical center of the Coast Country, trust Mr. Timoti entered the room with the old Paraji who helped deliver Sariwati earlier.

Balian saluted Mr. Timoti and his family shortly before approaching Sariwati's body and examining the woman's condition and her baby.

"Please save my son and grandson, Balian!" sir Timoti exclaimed at the old man.

"I don't want to lose both." added the Governor full of pity, now his tears can not be held.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"The three of you should leave this room."

"Let me help Ni Sanak to handle Ni Mas Wati and the baby" Balian said as he looked at the Shaman woman nearby.

Mr. Timoti looked at Kang Mas and his mother Yu who was still beside Sariwati and asked for the approval of the two, with a nod of his head, Mr. Bendowo took his wife and sister out of the room.

Anxiety and anxiety still radiated on the faces of people in the room Selasar Rumah Budaya, while the hustle and bustle of cultural performances outside the yard has begun to quiet, quiet, it seems that the servants and employees of Mr. Sirkun began to pack the equipment and performance equipment.

It was almost midnight, but from the room there was no sign of Balian or Paraji leaving the room.

The face of Mr. Timoti is getting tangled as well as that of Mr. Bendowo and Mrs Warika.

The Governor of the Beach Country was seen back and forth in front of the room door.

Suddenly from inside the room there was a cry of a baby and it was not long before the old Paraji came out to open the door with a face.

"Miracle, Ladies!"

"Master's grandson is breathing again."

"And the master's daughter has begun to roar."

"Let's come with me, Mr. Balian, tell you all to come in." said the old Paraji, full of joy.

Hearing the news, Mr. Timoti prostrated himself on the tile while unceasingly giving thanks and a moment later the Coastal Leader rushed into the room following the Paraji.

While crying full of joy mistress Warika was not restrained while hugging her husband Mr. Bendowo.

"Our children and grandchildren are safe, Pi!" screeched the middle-aged woman while crying.

"Yes, Mi."

"Let's go inside and see them." replied Mr. Bendowo with a radiant face.

***

"Excuse me ... This is it, Den Ayu!"

"Sorry Meme interfered for a moment." suddenly Me Iluh the loyal servant entered the room where Tiara and her mother were.

The daydream of the woman lying in the bed was spoiled with the presence of her loyal servant.

"What's up, Me?" she said back to the Maid, while her daughter Tiara let go of her embrace of the lying Woman.

"Outside there is the great Lord and the great Mistress."

"He had just arrived on the otto." said Me Iluh politely, the old woman approached towards the bed.

Hearing the news from the Maid, the face of the woman lying down looked cheerful.

"Really Me?"

"Where is he now?" he said enthusiastically. Tiara who was beside the mother only fell silent.

"At this time he is both in the middle room." added Me Iluh back.

It was not finished that Me Iluh continued his words, seeing old women and men entering the room.

"Die!"

"How are you doing, son?" he said while kissing his daughter's face.

While the old man who was with him approached Tiara and greeted the little girl.

"It must be Tiara."

"The granddaughter is big now, yes" she said as she squatted her face with the little girl who still looked confused in front of her.

"Near!"

"The same salim is Eyang Kakung and Eyang Putri, Son!" said the woman lying down to her daughter.

Tiara timidly grabbed the hand of the old man squatting in front of her who was none other than the master of Bendowo, The little girl then kissed the hand of the Grandfather.

A moment later Tiara stepped around the bed towards the old lady who was none other than Madam Warika then kissed her hand anyway.

With teary eyes, Madam Warika curled Tiara's body and kissed her grandson's face.

"You grew up to be a beautiful child like your mother, son." said the noble woman.

"That misses you so much, Tiara." he added.

"Here, sit next to Eyang." concluded Madam Warika while patting the edge of the bed where she sat.

With a shy face and a clumsy feeling, the little girl sat beside the Grandma who was still seen stroking her mother's head lying down.

The lying woman was none other than Sariwati, she looked at her daughter's face, a thin smile on her lips that looked pale dry.

"Son, these two are your eyes."

"Maybe Tiara does not remember and does not know, because he both returned to the Flood Country when Tiara was two years old" said Sariwati explained to the princess only wayangnya.

Not a word came from the little girl, Tiara just looked at her grandparents in turn.

Mr. Bendowo and Mrs Warika just smiled at her granddaughter's behavior.

"Yes, maybe Tiara doesn't know Eyang Kakung and Eyang Putri."

"Because at that time Eyang had to return to the Flood Country, settle the business there when Tiara was a child" said Mr. Bendowo chimed in.

The atmosphere of the room became warm with small talk while releasing the feeling of longing for all four.

"How's Mecha, Mi?" sariwati asked the mother.

It was seen that Madam Warika sighed before answering Sariwati's question.

"Mecha is now married again."

"Since her separation from her former husband Setyanto, your sister has been in a relationship with a businessman from the Land of Wind."

"And now your sister is with her husband" said Madam Warika.

"Thank God, Mi."

"Wati wishes them happiness" Sariwati told her mother.

"Oh yeah, how's your pain going, Wati?"

"Is there still no good progress?" mrs Warika asked as she scanned her daughter's lying body.

"Come on, Mi."

"Maybe this is a sign of Wati's destiny." replied Sariwati lirih, now her eyes look teary again.

Lady Warika and lord Bendowo could only sigh at the state of her beloved daughter.

"You must be patient, son."

"This is God's test of you."

"But you don't have to give up hope, Papi and Mami will try to find the best Physician for your recovery" said Madam Warika back.

Now the atmosphere of the room became silent, the four dissolved in their respective minds, be it Sariwati, Madam Warika and Mr. Bendowo, while Tiara could only be stunned not understanding the direction of the conversation of the Mother and Her.

The gaze of Madam Warika led to the window, the old woman's mind returned to the time seven years ago where the princess had just undergone labor.

***

"Jero Balian, how are our children and grandchildren" said Mr. Timoti to his doctor of trust while in the room.

Sementara tuan Bendowo dan nyonya Warika larut dalam suka cita melihat sang putri dan cucunya dapat diselamatkan.

"Ni Mas Wati's condition has stabilized, sir."

"However there is something I need to say, sir." said the old Balian hesitated.

Mr. Timoti was seen wrinkling his forehead, the gaze of the descendants of the Harsuto dynasty was fixed looking at Balian.

"Say, Jero." she said briefly.

"his body condition will be paralyzed."

"That's because Ni Mas lost a lot of blood and there's a nerve vessel in the spine that was damaged." Old Balian was seen sighing before continuing his words.

"Whether it's caused, I don't know for sure either."

"This incident was only discovered for people who carry out labor."

"Usually the most common is due to the impact of a blunt object or the concerned falls in the wrong position, so it disturbs his nerves" Balian said.

"No!"

"No way."

"That can't happen to my son, Jero!"

"Please save my son, Jero!" said Mr. Timoti shed tears. Just this time the usually calm authoritative man was seen crying and losing his confidence.

The explanation of the old Balian made the joy of the people in the room turn into sorrow again.

"Patience, Tim."

"Patience!" saw Mr. Bendowo pat Mr. Timoti on the shoulder.

"We will try our best and best for Wati."

"Kang Mas will find the cure for his pain, if necessary Kang Mas will make a competition for the healing of Wati."

"Most importantly at this time, she and the baby are helped" said Mr. Bendowo to strengthen Mr. Timoti.

Mrs Warika was crying sobbing while holding a baby covered in cloth in her arms, while Sariwati who was beginning to sob without saying anything.

***

"Mommy ... Mommy why?" the voice of Mr. Bendowo broke the reverie of the wife.

Madam Warika looks to wipe her tears, she said,

"It's okay, Pi."

"Mami's just sad, it's been seven years that Wati's been lying like this."

"There are no signs of progress for his health."

"Mommy can't bear to see our son, Pi."

"Otherwise our grandchildren, Tiara is already starting to grow up."

"Mami doesn't want Tiara to grow up without complete affection" said the lady Warika sobbed, the old woman hugged Tiara's body and one hand held the fingers of Sariwati who was now crying.

"But understand what Mommy feels."

"Then what is your current desire?" exclaimed Mr. Bendowo down on the wife.

"Mommy wants to stay here, Pi."

"Let at the end of our twilight years, we take care of Wati and Tiara together."

"I can't bear to leave them in this state, Pi." said the lady of Warika.

Mr. Bendowo looked mangosteen and sighed,

"Well, if it's for the good of Wati and Tiara, Papi agrees we are settled in this Beach Country" he concluded while commenting on smiles at his wife and Sariwati and Tiara's grandchildren.

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Note Author:

Cow Peteng: a child born outside marriage.

Paraji: the child shaman.