CONFINEMENT

CH 150 - THE END OF THE JOURNEY OF THE MONK

Two bodies stretched stiff on a bamboo bed wrapped in a white shroud, with a smile on both of them as if like a person who is asleep and still in ordinary condition.

There were murmurs of sadness and remnants of crying on the people in that place.

An old man with a crumpled face and a dry body was seen holding a baby boy in his arms. His face was shaken by crying and made his face look even more shabby.

The old man was none other than Mr. Sirkun the flamboyant businessman who had been in Bhayangkara prison after being convicted in the trial verdict held by the ruler of the Coast Country.

Although many know that the verdict was made on the order of the Governor of the Coast Country and the heir to the Harsuto Dynasty as an effort to cover the tracks and look for scapegoats to protect the two influential families in covering up the wrongdoings performed by Seto Nugroho and Habsari Bonawati in the bloody event of confinement in the old house a year ago.

The presence of Mr. Sirkun in that place is an effort from Mr. Bendowo on the Governor of the Coast State so that the businessman can watch the burial process of his son.

The old man continued to stare at his son's body with a soft look, Disya Kemala Dewi his daughter died while giving birth to a child in her womb due to bleeding in the difficult process of breeding.

While in other places it appears the Holy Kingdom is silent with the feeling still shaken to find the uncle Muhibbin was not helped due to the pain he suffered.

The faces of sadness seemed to usher in the journey of two people who were stretched stiff on two bamboo beds in that place.

Both Resi Giri Waja, Gus Aji Putra and Gung Niang Mirah seem to regret not being able to do much and help Muhibbin and Disya.

The second funeral procession has been prepared, the bodies of the two were brought to Surau An Nur on a hill on the edge of Purnama beach since last night. The mourning of those who loved him greatly ushered Muhibbin and Disya on his final journey. Now dry it feels tears in delivering both.

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On a hill between the fragrant eidelwais, white as fragrant seducing twilight, no matter the jealous beetle languishes, blown by the wind as the leaves and twigs of angsana. A couple of people stared at the horizon.

"You look handsome." Say the woman

"You look beautiful too." Praise the man.

"We haven't seen each other in a long time, I miss you so much." He said back, long missed termaktub gelinjang at the end of his shady eyes.

"Not just you, nor me." Wish the woman anyway.

"Look at the end of the horizon, a pair of heads on a fir tree, they're like us." Show it with a smile.

"You're right, the two don't seem to want to part" replied the enchanted man.

"Yes, definitely .. I don't want us to be separated again after this eternity." The woman's wildness while wriggling friendly.

"Ibbin, I love you so much." Spoiled whisper.

With a kiss like thirst, the man who was none other than Muhibbin said,

"So did I, Disya."

"We'll always be together." Say it to him in the end.

Both are immersed in the romance of dahana.

No more sorrow or tears, free as the kodrad of the power.

~TAMAT~

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A LITTLE NOTE FROM THE FLOWER.

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Right now is not the time to wail.

Forward-Rise-Fresh.

As the seconds passed.

Night after night, change.

Without complaint, the wind was getting more and more tired stroking the leaves .

Uprighten.

Raise your face to look at tomorrow.

Remove shabby loads between the rocks.

Gulp down the bitterness of thirst release.

Chew all the pain bile.

It's not about me.

Not about you.

Nor is it about the endless hurt of hurt.

This is robbi's divine love.

Causes of early morning groaning.

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Love is like the wind.

You are not able to see.

But you can feel it.

Maybe you can find a face like mine, even better.

But you will never find a heart like mine in loving you.

Don't ask me why I love you, because I have no choice.

In longing, there is no cure.

And you are the only healer.

I'm not a miss, sweetheart.

But I have long felt it drowned in my tears. So that soon you set sail to me.

In the gap between nothing and your presence, there is a crack that will not return to how it was.

Broken, before ever

was me.

The mortal is time

We're immortal.

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Read up....

when nature hints at His Love, at the rain, at the clouds, at the overcast sky, and at your Heart.

Don't let them think that we have collapsed or broken.

We just go through the phase of removing the dried leaves for spring.

We are like trees in company.

How do you expect flowers to bloom between your hands.

If only the earth and the mountain were not lovers, the grass would not have grown from their chests.

Love is not blind, because the eyes cannot hide secrets.

O love, for everyone you have a name and a nickname.

I gave you a name last night, a wound and a nestapa.

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The tersibak padang Ilalang.

By the wind of the beach town

Along with the chants of the heavenly temples and the bells of the sages.

Seen the eyes of narrows and the inner upheaval of the shepherd's heart

In the barren, unbrimmed field.

Lost and alone.

Lonely.

Staring at the sun burning the sky

Slowly the pitch of night kills the reddish orange in space.

It is as if it is telling us that there is never a lie about the meaning of love.

Yes love and love like the seduction of poets.

O soul - restless soul.

Do you know the dimming of the lovers.

Lovers, lovers and lovers.

Yes ... spirit soul lovers in which there is Buana.

Realize you.

Horizons is no longer the same.

Gelayut cloud orange lust of the succum.

Swallowing the void.

Wrestling with dark swords.

Fighting with the remnants of digdaya.

Understand you.

It's a universal debt cash.

No more soul-contact bridles****** poet.

There are only bones of the corpse of chaos and ready to be injured.

Kuru was spread haughtily on the inner earth full of bloodstains, carcasses and arrows of rage.

Sais always returns home with defeat and the bitterness of vengeful anger.

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Remember the first murmur.

An unexpected meeting.

In a beach town.

One dry day.

In a longing.

On a blue trip.

Remember the first whisper.

Worried about the fight.

Grief romance succum.

Secret silent agreement.

Remember the first conversation.

Time, breath and events.

Maybe just wind, leaves and dust.

The last charm of my rhyme singing.

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I once had a dream of love at dusk.

Love at dusk is simple, seeing myself wearing sarongs and tee shirts while draining the puddles in the front ditch of our house in the afternoon and you wearing a negligee with rollers in your hair while holding crop scissors in the garden.

The plate contains a pinch of fried banana and warm tea accompanies on the front desk of the veranda.

While waiting for the fruit of love to run2 tote the book of tilawati with snot and a glass of ice cream ran and called, "Change-Umi, Brother come home!"

That is love at dusk without coals of fire in the chest, which there only wants to see the fruit of love grow and bloom as like the kodrad of the power

Love at dusk links the wrinkled and old fingers, which finally looks just a mound of earth scratched a name, where in heaven will be back together.

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Open the window, out of the wind

preparing dry run.

Before the birds and the leaves

escaped from the sight of my mother.

The records bury all the disappointed.

A little ceremony my day.

open the veil of the soul here.

The memories of a silent adventure.

Far or near, from this space.

Before the wings of suffering and work

go fight on the earth

and anxiously stormed the skyline.

Where crystallized my eternal vendetta.

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Savannas.

Hunting dawn.

Who cast out my shadow.

Prevent twilight.

Who called adventurers.

Silent savanna.

Here my life.

An old harp.

A man riding.

Barren savanna play my song.

The smell of mother's breath.

a shepherd raced.

Hungry and thirsty.

The drought that I miss is burning the sun.

My soul is worried.

Because I want more love.

Hunjam I to the lips of the horizon.

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When I play with You, my love.

I understand why there are games like

and why are flowers tinted.

When I sing to make You dance.

I know why there's music in the leaves, though,

and why the waves send their chorus

to the heart of the earth listener.

when you whisper sweet things to me,

I know why there's honey in the flower cup.

And why the fruit is secretly filled with sweet juice.

when I kissed Your face to make You smile.

I understand what the continuous pleasures of the sky are in the morning light.

And what a pleasant summer breeze brings to my body

and I kissed to make You smile.

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Under the exploding sun

Sweat so hard it smeared the hand of an angel

And I fainted by the window

Looking at your face with the magic of asmaradana

God, give me a kiss before life takes hold

Leaving the land of heaven that is***** beautiful

And the sun started to lingsir next to wuwung

Angels are searching for life

The crying was so hopeful that this room was like a wave

The hand reaches for another nature full of seagulls

Lord, give me a kiss so as to immediately dart this succum and throw the carcass of the blue universe

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Every form you know,

have 'fixed springs' in nature not housed.

There is no reason when the form is destroyed,

because the original is eternal.

Every beautiful face you've ever known, every meaningful word you've ever heard.

Do not be sad when all is lost, for it is not so.

When the source-water does not stop, the,

the branches keep running water.

So what are you complaining about?

Look at the soul like a headwaters, please,

and all of this creation is like a river, like,

when the hulu is pouring, the,

the river flows from there.

Put down your sadness

and continue to drink these waters, and,

don't think about when it's coming back, though,

this flow is non-stop.

From the first moment you enter this realm of being,

With the ladder in front of you,

so that you can climb up.

First you are a mineral,

you have turned into a plant,

then you become an animal,

How to get to this

could it be a secret to you?

Then you become human,

with knowledge, reason and trust.

Look at this body, please,

which is composed of dry clay,

look at how he has developed

and perfect.

When you walk away from people,

there is no doubt that you will be an angel.

When you have left this earth,

your position in the sky.

Pass through your angels:

enter that ocean.

So that your drops become the sea

the infinite breadth.

Leave the word 'son'

say “the Supreme Esa”

with your whole soul.

It's not a matter of if the body gets old, though,

weak and shabby,

when the soul is young.

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Crying out loud and crying is a great source of strength.

A mother, all she did was wait to hear her son cry.

Just a little initial whining and He was there.

Cry, please,

don't be quiet and quiet

with your pain.

Wail, lament,

and let the milk of love flow into you.

Heavy rain and wind,

the way the clouds take care of us

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Last year I admired wine.

This year I'm traveling in a red world.

Last year I stared at the fire.

I burned kebabs this year.

Thirst pushed me into the water,

where I drink the moon reflection. Now I'm a lion staring full of lost love.

Don't ask about longing.

Look in my face.

Soul-drunk, body-broken, both sitting helplessly on a broken wagon.

Don't know how to fix it.

And my heart, would say it's more like a donkey drowning in the same puddle,

Try hard and lean deeper. 

But listen to me.

One day stop being sad.

Listen to a blessing drop their flowers around you.

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Once again, the purple lowered its head to that lily.

Again, the rose

tore her own dress.

Green-green came from another world, intoxicating like a fresh breeze, so that some new folly arose.

Again, near the top of the mountain

The sweet feature of the anemone appeared.

The hyacinth speaks specifically to jasmine.

Peace be with you and peace be with you, too, my friend.

Come walk with me to the meadow.

Friends here are like water in a river, like a lotus on water.

The Ringdove Bird asked, Where? where is that friend?

With one sign the nightingale points to the rose.

Many things must be left unsaid because it is too late,

but any conversation we don't have tonight,

we'll have it tomorrow

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With my pen-eye I dug all over myself.

With strands of paper I covered my wounds.

I lured the air inside with the wind in my hand.

That is, I write Your life compound with my life.

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Love that makes yourself feel at home to occasionally survive.

Because the rhyme can summarize the agitated sorrow of life.

It's good to know your own voice in wading through the sounds out there.

At times must be on guard and go, taking steps anywhere.

Because of loyalty, the eyes and heart of the wanderer are tamed.

In the room, betting on rapids gives meaning to its presence.

Open up, struggle and woo the days of haste past.

Blowing across ages, circling distances in the onslaught of time.

Will not be tired of breathing here, with silence and longing to sing

in a work of mourning. Wisdom of understanding covers peace

so it means the papers under the pillow, dating full of scribbles

always agreeable, complaining to me in a torrent of persuasion.

His taste is matched with the world itself sweet, simple happy.

In the small space of papa, but lively living life and soul.

Sometimes like secluded, but earthy passion hopes dreams.

The steadfast cultivate fate with blue veins on the forehead and both hands.

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The misty beach here, the more divided in the gaze

desolate past the cold murmured reflected in the stern

the tongue of the waves under the eyes, seductive

everywhere, everywhere approaching the horizon

The sea whispered on the side, increasingly clashing in memories

the rioting arrived, anxious crashing in the bow

whirlwind on the deck, mourning roaring

everywhere, everywhere, besieging the vengeance of longing

Strip the boundaries of guard and dream the horizon

wading through a secret trip is the passengers' love

but persuaded the steps, beach, mega, then the birds

Maybe ready to enter the nest of revenge longs

when the sky escapes the weather and the sea is ready to tide

when the complete islands whisper, when they are absolutely blue

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Note Author

Thank you to all KAHANAN readers for their support and support during this time. This writing is still far from perfect, but from this writing I personally take a lot of lessons and lessons so far. There is no perfection embedded in a creature, only God is the place of perfection itself.

This story I closed up here, more or less sorry for all this time. Again I say thank you ...Salutations