CONFINEMENT

CH 23 - COASTAL DISTRICT TOUR PART VI (ALAGA AL KAUTSAR )

Jero Pecalang immediately brought Sariwati to Banjar Manguntur Hall accompanied by cries of anger. Muhibbin with an anxious look thought about the fate of Sariwati sitting in the porch of Surau.

"Once you've been fooled, your nature has never changed!" hardik Disya on Muhibbin.

There, Sekar approached Muhibbin who was still silent.

"In such a chaotic situation you shouldn't be acting like a bad luck hero" Disya said.

"Once in a while you think of yourself, if you're all right, aren't we and your family in the village worried?" disya's flushed face was full of anger at Muhibbin.

"Not that Dis, did you not see just now, how the citizens pelted Wati like that!" muhibbin.

"We should help him, because he is not necessarily guilty" Muhibbin said.

"Yes but not like that, anyway there are the security of the village and your foster father, you shouldn't have acted like that." He continued to lecture his best friend.

Disya's voice grew louder and louder on Muhibbin, which Disya meant was the act of Muhibbin hugging Wati when residents pelted the girl with stones.

"Oh, I don't want to argue. We better get to Banjar Hall, I'm afraid the people are getting violent and persecuting Wati there, however Wati is my responsibility!" muhibbin said began to ignite emotions because of the rambling of Disya.

"The responsibility you say? she's an adult, after all, she's just here hitchhiking and everything she's done has nothing to do with you!" answer them with more emotion.

"After that, we should immediately follow to Banjar Hall, stop your debate first," Sekar's injury to both.

Muhibbin's feelings were mixed as well as Disya's. The three stepped onto the wind train that was leaning on the edge of Surau.

"I bonceng you Kar," Disya said to Sekar with a voice still riled up.

"I'm lazy with a careless person like your brother" Disya added.

Muhibbin was only silent to hear the words of Disya even though in his heart he felt arrogant to be cornered by his friend because of his actions to protect Wati earlier. He pedaled his wind bike without saying anything.

"Look Kar, that stubborn man is indeed annoying," Disya said to Sekar as her gaze pointed at Muhibbin who left without a word.

"After that, later I will talk to Bli Ibbin," said now pacifying Disya. The two also followed Muhibbin which was getting further away.

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While at the Banjar Manguntur Hall increasingly boisterous by the loud cries of the residents. The Pecalang overwhelmed calm the anger of the citizens. Soon a platoon of Bhayangkara troops arrived at Banjar Manguntur Hall, seen Mr. Timoti and Mr. Sirkun also came. The two were seen having serious discussions with Mr. Nengah Wirata as Perbekel Desa Batubulan and elders in Banjar Manguntur.

"Jero Mekel, what exactly is going on, is there really someone who is doing the practice of re-leasing in our region?" ask governor Timoti to Mr. Nengah.

"The situation and circumstances cannot be ascertained sir, this incident is very fast and there is only one witness at the scene" replied Mr. Nengah.

"Bring here the witness," ordered Mr. Nengah to Jero Pecalang.

Not long after a man accompanied by the pecalang approached Mr. Nengah and Mr. Timoti and Mr. Sirkun.

"Ki Sanak, please tell me what you saw in Surau earlier!" said mr. Nengah briefly.

Stammering the man told the beginning of the incident, where he was fishing on the beach Purnama and there was an explosion and a bluish green tinge from the direction of Surau which was on a hill not far from where he was fishing.

Everyone in the place listened to the testimony of the man in front of him, but suddenly Jero Pecalang said as his eyes fell on the fishing man.

"It looks like Ki Sanak is not from this village, because I know the people of this village," said Jero Pecalang full of probing, his eyes fixed on the young man in front of him.

"I am from the village next to you" the man replied stammeringly.

"Which village? your speech sounds like it's not from the Beach Country," back Jero Pecalang asked.

"Emmm.. Anu.. anu sir, I am a newcomer here," the man replied with some uneasiness.

"Since when has Ki Sanak been in this country?" back Jero Pecalang mencari youth in front of him with questions. The young man in front of him was increasingly agitated to get a sudden question from Jero Pecalang.

"I think there is something strange about this Jero Mekel," whispered Jero Pecalang to Pak Nengah. The old man's eyes looked at the young man in front of him.

"What's Jero Mekel?" asked Mr. Sirkun who was right standing next to Mr. Nengah.

"Jero Pecalang smelled something strange on this angler man sir," replied Nengah half whispering to Mr. Sirkun.

Mr. Sirkun mangosteen while his eyes are directed at the man in front of them. A moment later Mr. Sirkun approached the governor Timoti, seen the two talking seriously.

"Forgive this fishing man first," Mr. Timoti told the nearby Bhayangkara troops after hearing something from Mr. Sirkun.

"What the fuck, sir, where am I going?" asked the young fisherman after some Bhayangkara led him away from the place.

The man was taken by Bhayangkara troops and several Pecalangs headed to Banjar Manguntur security room.

"Let's ask the girl who is supposed to be the practitioner of science, where is she now?" said Mr. Timoti to all those present. They walked out of the Banjar Hall building towards the courtyard. It was seen that the crowd was still screaming full of anger, but the situation could be secured by the Bhayangkara troops who had been present at the place.

There was a woman sitting with her hands tied back to a pole in the courtyard of Banjar Manguntur Hall. His condition was alarming with clothes full of bloodstains and part of his silvery hair covered with a veil was scattered covering part of his face. See the woman fainted from the knocks of the citizens who threw her with stones.

"Bhayangkara, take the woman inside!" mr. Timoti's orders to the Bhayangkara troops he was carrying.

Some Bhayangkara people carried Sariwati's body into Banjar Manguntur Hall.

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In her subconscious Sariwati felt in a verdant meadow, the hot sun felt on her skin. He stepped footly withstanding an unstoppable thirst. But suddenly in front of him was a very clear lake with cool water, Sariwati rushed to the edge of the lake. His clasped hands cupped the water on the shore of the lake and directed his mouth, but suddenly a large man rebuked him.

"Stop, what are you doing in this place" the man said as he shook off the hand of the teak filled with lake water.

"Supply..!" said the man back while dragging Sariwati's hand away from the lake.

"Please sir, give me some water. Let me drink it a mouthful, I'm very thirsty" Sariwati said.

"No way, a dirty man like you can't drink that water, you know what lake it is?" back the big tall man rebuked Sariwati.

Sariwati could only shake her head to answer the mysterious man's question in front of her.

"Based on stupid humans, you shouldn't be in this place" the man said.

"Go from here!" the man drove Sariwati away.

But suddenly behind the man stood two old men and one of the men said to the large tall figure beside him.

"Already sir, let us take care of this girl" said one of the old men who wore lyrical and black headgear.

"Alright, I leave this woman to you, this woman must leave immediately because this is not the place" said the big-bodied man.

"Thank you for your generosity" replied the other old man who wore white and immature clothes on his head.

Not how long the big man passed. The two old men led Sariwati to a shady tree.

"Why are you here Nduk?" asked the old man who wore the lyrical motif to Sariwati,

"What happened to you."

"Come on, suddenly I'm here,"

"Semembling I was at

Surau my friend and many people who threw stones at me after that I do not remember anything" replied Sariwati.

The two old men were bearded by Sariwati's reply.

"Do you know what this place is and what lake it is?" said the white-clothed old man with imamah on his head while showing his index finger at the well in front of him.

"I don't know cake" replied Sariwati briefly.

"The lake is known as Al Kautsar lake and this place is not a human place like you" explained the old man.

"Go home, it's not time you were here!" reemerged.

Sariwati was still confused by the explanation of the grandfather in front of her, her gaze turned to the old man who used the sorjan.

"Who is this grandpa, why is he here?" ask Sariwati.

The two old men smiled at the woman's question in front of him.

"One day you will know who we are and the nature we live in" replied the old man.

"What you need to remember and keep in mind, that the living man is 'Sak Dermo' and always does good according to the decree of Gusti Murbeng Dumadi," said the old man again.

"All written in Lauhul Mahfuzd, son! you just have to accept with fortitude and to explain everything you've experienced." replied the other old man who used imamat connected the answer of the old man in a skillet.

Sariwati could only be bowed to hear the words of the two old men in front of her.

"Drink this, look you were thirsty," the old man took out a small pitcher from behind his clothes and extended it to Sariwati.

Sariwati received the jug and gulped down the water inside, after which the jug was returned to the old man in front of her. The thirst he had been holding back from earlier had disappeared with the sip of water in the

his throat.

"Now it's time for you to go and remember that one day you'll meet someone who will help you finish everything you've been through" the old man replied after receiving his pitcher back.

"I am Parameswara and this is Mr. Abdullah my best friend" he told Sariwati.

No time to thank, the glare of whitish light

fading Sariwati's gaze and lamat-aims rang out the cries of the people.

"Wake up, let's get up!" one of the Bhayangkara said to Sariwati.

Sariwati was still confused by what she was experiencing just now, in her eyes and her eyes were opened around the room filled with Pecalang and Bhayangkara troops.

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