CONFINEMENT

CH 15 - FIRST INTRODUCTION

That day the fresh air greeted the sky that began in the afternoon, Muhibbin sat on the edge of the full beach with a letter in his hand.Warta from his brother routinely he received. After Sewindu he settled in the Beach Country there is a sense of longing for his hometown.

Yes, he had never returned to his native land of the Stone Snake Country, although every full moon he got a reply to a letter written by his brother Light just to report the state of Suratmi his mother and Holy Kingdom his nephew who was eight years old.

His brother said that the Holy Kingdom had now started studying at Kyai Bashori Pesantren who was also a Muhibbin teacher during his village.

There is a sense of pride in hearing the growth of his nephew, Light said that the Holy Kingdom is a smart child and quickly absorb the knowledge taught by kyai Bashori.Doubled back the paper in his hand.

Muhibbin moved from his seat, He walked on the beach between the foam of ombah that wet his feet.So far away there was a virgin with hair unraveled waist like a beach breeze.

His eyes were stunned looking at the ayu girl who was none other than Disya. Yes Disya Kumala Dewi the daughter of Sirkun the benefactor of the Coast Country. At the girl's approach, the sun's copper-red hue above Disya's head adds to her elegance.

"Hi miss!" Sapa Muhibbi on Disya.

The girl looked towards the direction of the voice. Her beautiful eyes were fixed looking at Muhibbin, her red lips clenched in silence. He was still thinking who the young man who greeted him was.

"Miss forgot it?" muhibbin asked.

"Who are you, have we met?" sahut Disya with a melodious voice like a shepherd's flute.

Muhibbin extended his hand

"I'm Miss Muhibbin" said Muhibbin.

Disya refused to welcome a helping hand of Muhibbin, he was still full of question marks as to who the man who greeted him was.

Muhibbin pulled his hand back in embarrassment and said,

"I was the one you hit by the train a week ago miss," back the muhibbin sound broke the atmosphere.

"Oohh! You're that reckless young man?" screeched Disya while widening her eyes.

"Why did you come here?" disya asked.

"I'm hoeing, miss. Enjoy the beach atmosphere!" muhibbin answered because his hand was rejected.

"Hey don't make you!" disya said back coldly. He remembered the wind train incident the other day. As a result of the incident he could not follow the dance practice because his legs were sprained.Padahat the exercise will be done to prepare for the welcoming of guests from the Flood Country and the land of cognates who will visit the Beach Country this weekend.

"You know, due to your reckless behavior I can't perform dancing in front of the Governor. Look at my feet!" Disya stuck out her right leg in a bandage on the ankle.

Seeing Disya's legs wrapped in bandages, Muhibbin felt guilty, his face bowed lethargic before Disya.

"I'm sorry, miss!" muhibbin.

His face is still down.

"Hi, what's wrong with you? relax aja kalee, it's not entirely your fault." Disya pity eyes look at the man in front of him.

"Why shut up?" disya is back.

"What do you think, looks like your face is agitated?" disya's gaze was still on Muhibbin.

" I'm fine, miss, maybe just tired" replied Muhibbin softly.

"Don't call me miss, just call me there!" disya said back.

"What paper is that on your hand?" disya continued.

"Oohh, this is nothing miss." replied Muhibbin while hiding the paper he was holding behind his back.

"Don't call miss, I'm angry!" threaten Disya while seizing the paper held by Muhibbin.

Muhibbin was surprised not to think Disya's hand quickly drafted the paper in his hand. With curious eyes Disya began to read two pieces of paper in her hand.

A moment later he said,

"And this poem you wrote is pretty decent" Disya told Muhibbin.

"Emm yes miss," replied Muhibbin awkwardly.

"It's been three times I've been called miss" Disya said as she struck Muhibbin on the shoulder.

"Aauuu, sick!" ringis Muhibbin spontaneous,

bruises from the train incident a week ago are still felt by Muhibbin.

"Hi, Sorry!" said Disya felt guilty

"Why your shoulder?" tanya Disya is back.

"That was the crash of your train, ehh Disya" replied the awkward muhibbin.

"I'm sorry, too!" disya

"By the way you haven't answered my question" he continued

"Oou, that."

"I'm not from this country, I'm just a guest crew" replied Muhibbin.

"I am from the other side of the Country, precisely the Stone Snake Country" replied Muhibbin again.

"I thought, from your accent, it's not like here" said Disya

"yes Dis, I've missed here and for now I live in the house of Mr. Nengah Wirata at the crossroads."

"Ooohh, so you live at Sekar Jempiring's house?" disya answered unexpectedly.

"That's my best friend, one match with me." added Disya.

"Ohh so you are my brother's friend" Muhibbin replied unexpectedly.

"Your poetry is good."

"if you have time, go to my house. Every Wednesday senior poets and artists gather at my place." said Disya.

"Aah! I just learned Dis." muhibbin replied,

and after that it was responded back by Disya.

"Seriously! I'm not guyon, lo!"

"Sometimes Mr. Umbu is also present, he teaches us also in pasraman."

Hearing the word Umbu called, the heart of Muhibbin full of enthusiasm.

"Well Dis, I will stop by there with my sister Sekar." replied Muhibbin enthusiastically.

"eehhh Bin, it's getting dark. I'll go home first!" disya.

"Want me to take you?" Muhibbin offered to

"Don't, I can go home by myself." replied Disya while returning a letter and a piece of writing containing poetry.

"See you in the hallway, yeah!" shouted Disya as she passed, She rode her carriage.

The atmosphere of the full beach began to darken, Muhibbin also went home to his house, unconsciously while saying "Karina."