CONFINEMENT

CH 130 - LARA MANAH

Where did you see it, We Lanus?" jero Pecalang's voice trembled slightly.

The old man looked at Jero Pecalang and several other members of the Manguntur banjar security in front of him.

"I saw him on the border of Manguntur and Galuh, Jero"

"I was mowing the grass among the bamboo trees so they didn't see me"

"I saw Nak Mas Muhibbin fighting with those who confronted him, but I had no courage to help him."

"The person who confronted him looked burly and trained" We Lanus said.

"Then what happened to him, We?"

"Why are you telling us now?" exclaiming Jero Pecalang to the old man in front of him.

"Some of his attackers carried him from behind and knocked him unconscious."   We Lanus continued his story in a soft voice while lowering his face.

"I'm scared, Jero."

"They didn't look like random people, but I kept following the assailants and I saw from a distance they were taking Nak Mas Muhibbin to an old building on the outskirts of the Beach Country, I dare not approach because the place is guarded by many people dressed in all black with full weapons" said We Lanus again.

"Full weapons?"

"Who are they and what does this have to do with Muhibbin?" muttered Jero Pecalang in the heart.

"Then what do you see next?" ask Jero Pecalang.

We Lanus was seen sighing before answering Jero Pecalang's question.

"There was an Otto with a strict escort coming to the place, a woman came out and went straight into the building followed by her guards" We Lanus concluded.

"An Otto you said?" Said Jero Pecalang while frowning his forehead.

"After I no one has such a vehicle in this country, let alone him." Jero Pecalang's face turned anxious and the middle-aged man looked even more agitated.

"You're coming with me, We."

"We must immediately report to the headquarters of the Bhayangkara forces, my feeling is that the attack on Muhibbin is a man of influence in this country."

"Do you still remember the place where the young man was taken?" ask Jero Pecalang to We Lanus back.

The old man nodded his head while looking at the security chief of Batubulan village.

"Good!"

"Come on! we hurry up and you, Arsana!"

"You meet Father Resi Giri Waja immediately and tell me about what happened to your brother-in-law."

"I and some of the security men of Manguntur will go to Sirkun's place first and after that to Bhayangkara headquarters to report what We Lanus saw."  said Jero Pecalang turned his gaze to Arsana who had been standing next to him.

"Okay, uncle." replied the young man briefly while nodding his head at the Batubulan village security leader.

***

"Sir, please tell me plainly, is it true that you embezzled the profits of the wood processing and forged ownership documents and business assets initiated by the late Mr Timoti as reported by his extended family?" tanya Cokro who is none other than the main prawira led by the Bhayangkara forces of the State of the Coast.

While the flamboyant-looking man sitting in front of him still looked calm with all the questions thrown at him.

"Master Cokro, you know me not one or two days."

"And also very well understand what kind of figure the late Mr. Timoti."

"We work together on the basis of mutual trust and it is impossible for me to betray his trust so far, let alone to manipulate the efforts we started from below."

"The report made by Miss Habsari is baseless because me and Mr. Timoti made a clear agreement at the time of the establishment of our business."

"About the appointment of my son-in-law as the manager of the wood processing business is my authority as the owner and holder of most of the capital in the business and everything is clearly written agreement between me and the late Mr. Timoti." Said the flamboyant man who was none other than Sirkun on the leadership of Bhayangkara in front of him.

Cokro the main prawira Bhayangkara was seen sighing deeply, he saw the figure of Mr. Timoti who greatly respected him.

"I understand, Sir."

"I've never doubted your integrity in all this time."

"However, my power, the current governor of the Coast Country is different from the late Mr. Timoti."

"Besides he was still a close relative of the ruler of the Emerald kingdom, the Governor's master was the uncle of the former son-in-law of the late master Timoti."

"The influence is no less great with the Garuda Gold family."

"And about your future daughter-in-law, I never doubted her honesty, even though there was a dispute between us but all that I forgot, it was all because of a misunderstanding between us."

"I and all of Bhayangkara Beach Country will continue to try to find Mr.'s daughter."

"That's our job as the security stakeholders of this country." Said Cokro to Mr. Circun.

Mr. Sirkun only commented with a smile, from the beginning the generous businessman knew and thought that the report made by Habsari was just an attempt to drop it and master the wood processing he pioneered with Mr. Timoti.

"I understand the situation you're in, Mr. Cokro."

"It is not easy to walk according to the darma of Satria Mahotama, but there is no reason we are subject to the qualities of Denawa."

"This country needs honest figures as its bearers who are not inferior and subject to tyrannical pressure."

"I still have high hopes for you as a knight of Bhayangkara, Sir."

"And about the whereabouts of my daughter, all I leave to the Master and the Bhayangkara to look for her" concluded Mr. Sirkun calmly with a smile on Cokro, although actually the Beach State businessman was anxious to think about the whereabouts of his daughter Disya.

The main room of Bhayangkara was again silent, the figure of Sirkun is highly respected by the citizens of the city of the State Beach, not least in the eyes of Cokro the main prawira Bhayangkara which is the belief of the late master Timoti.

Suddenly the door of the room was knocked from the outside, with a look fixed to the door, Cokro said,

"Come in!" cokro.

The sound of the door rattling was pushed from outside and an ensuing Bhayangkara warrior saluted the two people in front of him.

"What's up, Guard?" cokro asked his men.

"Outside there is Jero Pecalang Batubulan village, Chairman."

"He was with some people from Manguntur asking permission to meet with the Chairman" the Bhayangkara member replied to Cokro.

Hearing that, both of Cokro's eyebrows are seen adrift with slightly furrowed eyebrows.

"Jero Pecalang, what does the Batubulan village figure want to meet me?" chocolate in the Heart.

Even Sirkun, sitting across the table, had the same question.

"All Jero Pecalang come in and the others tell you to wait outside" Cokro exclaimed to his men.

"Okay, Chief" the Bhayangkara member replied as he inching out of the room.

No matter how long, someone who was very familiar with Cokro entered the room.

"Master Prawira Main!" greet Jero Pecalang with respect.

"The President Sirkun is here too." continued the middle-aged man turned his gaze to Mr. Sirkun who was across the table Cokro.

"Jero Pecalang!" greet Mr. Sirkun while commenting on his distinctive smile.

"Let's sit down, Jero."

"What can I help, unlike usual andika came to Bhayangkara headquarters, especially according to my members, andika came with some people from Manguntur" said Cokro began a conversation.

"Thank you, sir."

"And it just so happens that here there is Mr. Sirkun because before this place, we had his residence, but according to the maid, he was not in the place" said Jero Pecalang, who was not there, his gaze was fixed on the two people in front of him.

"Just go ahead, gentlemen."

" Our arrival from Manguntur has something to do with the adopted son of the late Jero Perbekel." continued Jero Pecalang.

"What's wrong with my son-in-law, Jero?" now Mr. Sirkun can not cover his worries anymore, with a look at the man interrupted Jero Pecalang's speech.

"That's what I was about to say when I visited your residence before coming here, sir."

"Three days ago, Muhibbin got into a fight with some unknown people and his assailants took him to an old house on the outskirts of this town."

"I got this information from one of the people of Manguntur who was looking for grass and our people followed him to the place where Muhibbin was taken."

"And this is also what I want to report to the Bhayangkara because according to our residents, according to the narrative, the old house was guarded by trained men and one of them had an Otto who in this country none of the citizens had other than the family of the late Governor." jero Pecalang explained to the two people in front of him.

"Is it true that your people say that, Jero?"

"This is a no-joke accusation."

"Who do you know, who's dealing with?" chocolates Excitement on Jero Pecalang.

"I know, Master."

"Therefore I report to Bhayangkara headquarters to investigate and hope to solve this problem."

"We could have acted immediately, but since this involves the families of the influential people in the Emerald kingdom, then we demand justice to be enforced."

"And about the information we've got, it's not empty matter."

"I as one of the elders in Batubulan village dare to take responsibility about this" concluded Jero Pecalang with a firm voice.

The room was back in silence, Prawira Utama Bhayangkara seemed to think hard marked by the hue of his face that was getting tangled, while Mr. Sirkun and Jero Pecalang were no less serious.

"Well, if it's like that we're heading to where you mean, Jero."

"However, the security and order of the Coast Country is our responsibility and it is Bhayangkara's duty to protect and protect every citizen of this country" Cokro said as he rose from his seat, mr. Sirkun and Jero Pecalang also rose up, the three stepped up and rushed from the room.

 

***

Even more dim days, raindrops were still heard outside the room.

Seemed a woman lying on a bamboo bed with pandan mat in the middle of the room and next to her sat an old woman who was busy carving medicine all over the body of the woman lying nearby.

"Where am I?" a soft voice came out from the lying woman's mouth, bracing herself, she tried to get up from where she was lying.

"Thank God you're awake, Ning. "

"Lying down first, your body is still weak and does not need to move much" said the woman who sat on the edge of the bed while occasionally her hands continued to slash the drug on the newly awakened woman.

"Where am I?"

"Who's grandma?" ask the old woman in front of him.

With a smile, the old woman replied,

"My name is Son Agung Estri Sumirah, the people here in Galuh call me Gung Niang Mirah."

"Right now you're at my house, Ning."

"I found you lying unconscious in the river."

"And almost three days you've passed out."

"Thank God you're sober now."

gung Niang Mirah.

"Here, drink first." the old woman stuck out a bamboo glass filled with water while helping the young woman before her.

Carefully the young woman sipped the drink brought by Gung Niang Mirah.

"Now rest back, after you have completely recovered you can tell me about what happened to you, Ning." concluded Gung Niang Mirah as he left the young woman still lying on a bamboo bed.

*****