CONFINEMENT

CH 141 - SUKMO LELONO PART II

Seen Bajang Anom curled up on the stone, his hands continue to hold the fire and coconut shell bowl which became his only treasure. The chirping of the bird is as if the voice of the mother who delivered him to his contest.

The gust of the night wind is like a blanket of nobles that warms him and the night as if to know what the ugly feels every day.

Muhibbin was just stunned to see Bajang Anom sleeping near him, the young man still did not fully understand what nature was going through, but as he took a breath of a jet black figure who was now lulled in a dream, Muhibbin felt sadness in his solitude this time, just like the sadness of Bajang Anon when the night fell on Marcapada and the same sadness that was always chanted by the bird of mercy while waiting for the moonlight.

"Where am I really?"

"Why can I be in a place like this, what the creator wants until I am with Bajang Anom who if seen like a giant but the heart of a god." murmured Muhibbin back, now the tears are powerless in their safety. Clear circles seep in the corners of the petals.

His gaze was fixed on space, not even a single star was seen. Unlike during the day, when you first meet Bajang Anom, there are stars lined up above the horizon and the clouds seemed to dance cheerfully.

Reviewed the journey of his life, childhood in the land of Batu Serpent with his friends, the warmth of his mother Suratmi when welcoming his arrival, the beautiful Light brother's peaceful smile was seen when he was in a state of turmoil, the shady face of the teacher Kyai Bashori in lieu of the figure of his father Ahmad who was still remembered.

Muhibbin wrapped his face between his hands, the inner emptiness he felt this time really brought him in fear like Bajang Anom was afraid when night approached him.

Without feeling the sound of crows of the forest chicken in the distance and disperse the daydreams of Muhibbin, he saw Bajang Anom beside him wriggling and waking up from his sleep. The bird of mercy began to leave.

Bajang Anom moved from his place lying with a cheerful face because the sun would immediately greet and his friends had been waiting for him, for a while no more nights he feared changed the day he waited.

Bajang Anom ran down the top of the hill of his residence, not forgetting he always greeted the plants and animals he met. Sunlight like a horse's mane, gently through the leaves of the forest rasirasa, twigs of trees wriggling in the gusts of wind.

He continued to run towards the field where the herd of forest animals had been waiting for him to play. Occasionally Bajang Anom stops when the plant bends and gives its fruit to himself and so when the mother tiger lovingly let Bajang Anom suck milk as a thirst release. Nature seems to be the nanny and parent for the jet black figure. The joy in the light as if it belonged to Bajang Anom, all of them poured their affection on him.

Back Muhibbin was amazed to see Bajang Anom and the inhabitants of the jatirasa forest, now he was happy to welcome the arrival of light. His feet offset the steps of Bajang Anom who was seen laughing while swinging a firefly in his hand, as if the ugly dribbled the wind around him.

Seen in front of a crow lying with feet and claws facing the sky, his voice was as if a power figure was about to buffer the universe.

Bajang Anom stopped and approached the crow, while Muhibbin just silently watched what was in front of him.

"O Crow, why do you lie on your back with both claws as if you want to support space?" bajang Anom asked the crow.

"I hold the sky with my claws, otherwise the sky will fall on me." replied the crow to Bajang Anom.

The ugly look surprised to see the behavior of the Crow as well as Muhibbin who is not far from him.

But suddenly a twig fell between Bajang Anom and Crow, suddenly it made Crow shocked and moved to set aside the branch that fell near him, his claws for a moment did not support the sky and the sky remained above it did not collapse as he imagined.

"You see, without your claws the sky hangs over you, the Crow" Bajang Anom said to the animals nearby and the Crow flew away without a word leaving Bajang Anom.

Bajang Anom also stepped back with a small run while playing a sleigh in his hand.

Not necessarily something to worry about. If anything, it was the fruit of the worries he created himself.

Muhibbin sat watching the fallen branch, thinking many things would fall like the fallen branch. If one day he had to support his worries and thought that the sky would collapse how many things around him he could not notice and probably had to help.

Nature secretly teaches her wisdom, she is relieved that nature will support her, not her who should support nature as the crow imagines.

Muhibbin went up and ran after Bajang Anom who had been far ahead of him.

Nampak Bajang Anom approached the tree branch on which perched the Chekak bird that looked moody. The bird's eyes dimmed, its wings closed losing power. Bajang Anom was about to pick it up but undone his intention, again Muhibbin noticed the behavior of Bajang Anom in front of him.

"Why are you sad, Cheekak?"

"While other birds fluttering cheerfully." asked Bajang Anom to the Chekakak.

"Love the rain, I look forward to the rain coming patiently though I should be in the sorrow of waiting." replied the cekakak bird to Bajang Anom.

"Why are you so looking forward to the rain?" ask the ugly guy back.

"You wouldn't ask that if you had experienced how wonderful hope is."

Bajang Anam was silent, as was Muhibbin who continued to observe him.

He looked at the stricken bird again deeply. In the dimness of his eyes was a bright, bright beam that made him ask. Is this journey of life a hope?

Immediately he saw the sky began to cloud overlaid the black and dark clouds enveloped the marcapada.

"Would it rain now?" bajang Anom asked in his heart as well as Muhibbin nearby.

"Rain will surely come if you put hope on him." said the cekakak bird as if to know what Bajang Anom and Muhibbin think.

"Is that hope the light that radiates from your eyes?" ask Bajang Anom want to know more.

"Yes, it's like rain stored in the cloud. I was expecting rain so much that I loved the cloud." replied Chekakak.

"So, that cloudy is the dimmer of your eyes?" back Bajang Anom asked.

"Yes, the cloudiness harbors the hope of the coming rain and the rain is my beloved. The more cloudy it was dark, the more soaring my hope in excitement because soon my lover will come."

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