CONFINEMENT

CH 124 - KALAM CINTA SANG KEMBARA PART V

Until dawn before the eyes of Habsari still can not be closed, while the mistress of Warika was from midnight leaving her daughter alone in the room.

In the mind of the eldest bendowo continued to flicker the events experienced in his dream, the rain of sharp weapons on his chest and the cold smile We Landep still kept on imagining, Habsari got up from his bed and drew closer to the window of the room that was still open, his vision glaring far through the depths of the morning.

"What have I been doing wrong all this time?"

"Am I being too hard on Wati and her son?" he murmured in the heart.

"This is all because of Papi's ambition, if at that time Papi did not throw me into the Land of the Wind and separate myself with Angga maybe it would not be like this."

"Dear, forgive brother."

"You shouldn't have been throwing Papi's mistakes at me all this time." exclaimed Habsari wirih, not feeling a clear circle flowing from the corner of the woman's eye.

She recalls her childhood with her sister, Sariwati is her youngest sister besides Mecha and Arvan.

Of all her family members, Sariwati is the most prominent even though not her biological family.

In addition to being known to be smart and smart, the presence of Sariwati can always provide cheerfulness and melt the atmosphere in bridging the relationship that seems formal in the big family of the heir of the Garuda Gold Dynasty, the, with his behavior and unbridled nature to anyone, making Sariwati very dear to his extended family .

Now the mad-bodied ayu woman is seen stepping closer to the wardrobe at the right end of the bed, taken a wooden box carved with floral ornaments among a pile of neatly arranged clothes and began to open, he said, looks a sprig of Aidelweis flowers in it and some neatly stored letters.

Read one by one the letters in his hand, his eyelids began to again bristle, the clear dew of darkening between them, and, habsari's smile was on the back when he remembered every time his late lover Angga always left a letter to his sister and Sariwati always sulked asking for confectionery as his reward.

"People!" mumbled Habsari unconsciously.

The usually haughty woman was now sobbing while kissing the sheets of letters in her hand.

***

Roads of the coastal country that was wet due to last night's rain still leaves water circles between the leaves.

A speeding wind carriage was splitting the thick of the morning, the dullness of the dew still enveloped the land of the Gods.

"Where are you, Dis?" muttered the rider softly, that person was none other than Muhibbin who had from the previous day sought the existence of Disya the lover.

There was fatigue on my face. The young man went through every house or place that was thought to know about the existence of Disya.

"Where are you, Dis?"

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have told her about Wati's problem."

"If I had known it would be like this, I would probably just shut up and keep it to myself." Muhibbin muttered with remorse.

But suddenly ...

Bruhaakkk!

A little girl suddenly emerged from the side of the road running down the road that Muhibbin was walking on, the man could not control his wind carriage, he slammed the steering wheel of his iron vehicle until it hit a wall of buildings on the edge.

Grimacing in pain, Muhibbin rose from where he fell and approached the little girl who was just standing there with a face full of fear.

"You all right, Nduk?" muhibbin asked the little girl, the man approached and examined the situation of the little boy in front of him.

The little girl simply shook her head full of guilt, her face still implying fear to the man in front of her.

"Thank God you're okay."

"Next time if you want to cross the road, look left and right, son!"

"Good thing that uncle was not so fast speeding" Muhibbin said to the little girl.

"I'm sorry uncle!"

"So I didn't see any trains passing by" the little girl replied with a guilty face.

"Yes it's okay" said Muhibbin, shaking his hand to clean the mud on his clothes.

"Where are you going now? why did you leave the house so early?" ask Muhibbin back.

With hesitation the little girl replied.

The man frowned and watched the little girl before him.

"Why are you going to the market, where are your parents, Nduk?" ask Muhubbin back.

Doubt implied on the face of the little girl, with a downcast face she replied, "We and Meme are staying in the banjar, I replace shopping for Mother's needs at home." he told the man in front of her.

"Oh, yeah!"

"Don't you have a brother, Nduk?" ask Muhibbin back.

The little girl again shook her head answering Muhibbin's question.

"Help ..."

"Yes, let's take you to the market."

"It just so happens that we are one way" Muhibbin told the little girl, the man was seen heading towards the direction where the train lay.

"Thank you, uncle."

"Later to trouble uncle."

"Let me walk." replied the little girl.

Muhibbin signaled with a headband,

"It's okay, let's get uncle to you."

"Uncle does not feel bothered." concluded Muhibbin.

The man got on his windshield,

hesitatingly the little girl sat on the back of the iron vehicle, both of them passed from that place.

Before long the two arrived at the Tenten market downtown Beach State.

The cold morning atmosphere did not hinder the activities of the residents of the country, along the road saw the streets of the merchants selling various household needs, the light of the torch in the wind illuminated each merchant's stall.

"We have arrived, Nduk" Muhibbin told the little girl sitting at the back of his train.

"Yes uncle, thank you uncle for delivering me." said the little girl to Muhibbin.

"You don't have to hesitate, Nduk."

"Oh yeah, what's your name, can you tell?" ask Muhibbin

With a timid face the girl replied,

"My name is Tiara, uncle."

"Pearl of Rahmani, to be exact." she replied briefly.

"A beautiful name, as beautiful as your face and as beautiful as Surat Ar Rahman in the Qur'an." said Muhibbin smiled, the little girl also smiled to hear the words of the man in front of him.

"Uncle Muhibbin's name, Rahmat Muhibbin ..."

"May God always protect you, Cah ayu."

"Uncle saying goodbye first, there is a business that uncle must finish immediately" concluded Muhibbin turned around and pedaled his wind train.

The little girl nodded lightly and her gaze continued to look at Muhubbin's back which began to disappear in the morning darkness.

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Note Author:

*Ngayah: Doing gotong royong activities both traditional events and other ordinary activities commonly done by the community.

*Tenten Market: The market is shocked, usually after a certain time the market changes to its initial designation.