CONFINEMENT

CH 42 - SELF-DEFERENCE

"Sir Jero, I also ask for permission to come out for a while. There's something I have to finish soon." Sariwati told Jero Balian.

"Where are we going?" said the old man.

"I'm going to visit my friend in the building, Mr. Jero."

"Later if my uncle's men come, just tell me to Surau An Nur and they don't have to wait for me, because I'm going straight to my uncle's residence at Villa Sandat in Batubulan village."

"Okay, Ni Mas. Later I will convey Ni Mas Wati's message." replied the old man while nodding.

Not long after, Sariwati took her train to Surau An Nur where Muhibbin. On the streets of the city of Negeri Pantai Masih looks crowded that afternoon, then the residents are still back and forth to the temple to perform the Kajeng Kliwon worship.

Almost an hour Sariwati pedaled her wind train, seen at the end of a hill not far from where Surau An Nur stood majestically. Right left surrounded by green rice fields, the water flowing in the subak looks clear.

Sariwati leads her train through the uphill road to Surau An Nur. He is seen leaning his mount next to the porters, his clasped hands pushing the wooden door of Surau and stepping into it.

"Assalamualaikum, Bina! Mhibbine!" the girl stepped behind Surau. On the back he found no one.

"Where's the kid?" muttered Sariwati.

The silent atmosphere of Surau An Nur is still felt.

"Bin, Mihibbins!" sariwati said back.

"Where the hell is that kid, so lonely tumben?"

The goals heard a melodious flute sound from a distance, Sariwati's eyes swept in search of the coming of the sound.

Not far from Surau An Nur in the middle of the rice field was seen a cottage roofed with weeds and a man sitting while playing his flute.

Sariwati's eyes scanned closely at someone who was in the cottage.

"Oh it turns out you were there, Bin." muttered the girl back.

He stepped his foot between the rice fields and before long he was near Muhibbin.

"Bin, here you look!"

"I'm looking for you in Surau there isn't."

Sariwati said to the young man who was sitting in the bamboo hall of the hut.

"Eh you, Wati!"

"When or just arrived?"

Muhibbin allowed the girl in front of him to sit nearby. His mouth was still busy blowing on the musical instrument he was holding. Sariwati was stunned to hear the flute played by Muhibbin. The melodious groove of the blower drugged him as if to feel what his blower was feeling.

"We haven't seen each other in a month, Wati!"

"How are you?" muhibbin has now stopped playing his musical instruments.

"I'm fine, Bin! How about yourself?" the girl replied while looking at the man nearby, there was a sense of longing emanated from the eyeballs of the two when looking at each other.

"I'm good too, Wati. Just at my adoptive father's house a few days ago was a little busy because I had to help there prepare haul the death of Sekar's mother, but thank God everything went smoothly." said Muhibbin.

"Tumben hot afternoon gini you come here?" ask again.

"Yes Bin, I want to tell you that I will stay here too, precisely at the governor's house at the end of Batubulan village directly bordering Banjar Manguntur." Sariwati recounted her planned move from the town of Negeri Pantai to her best friend.

"Master governor is very kind and attentive to you, Wati. I saw him treat you like his own daughter." said Muhibbin.

"Yes Bin, you're right. He is very kind to me, in this country only young people and you are very attentive to me." concluded the girl, until now Sariwati has never told me who she is and her relationship with the governor to this friend.

"Bin, I want to tell you about me and my family."

"I hope enough of you will know who I am and my background" the girl told Muhibbin.

The man nodded his head and only fell silent listening to what his best friend said.

"Actually Mr. Timoti is my uncle, Bin. I didn't know it at first, but since the attack I only knew that he was my uncle." said Sariwati again.

Muhibbin was still silent to the story of his best friend.

"I am a descendant of the Garuda Gold dynasty and my mother and Mr. Timoti are still related despite being distant relatives."

"Then why can you be like that Wati, apologize like a bum?" ask Muhibbin carefully.

The girl began to explain to Muhibbin,

"About that because of a misunderstanding that occurred in my family and I was punished and expelled by my father."

"How can you?" muhibbin is back.

"Okay, maybe I'm telling you everything right now, but I'm begging you, it's just the two of us who know!" Sariwati made sure to the man in front of her before telling her further.

"You can trust me, Wati." said Muhibbin.

"It all started with that bastard*an, He has made my life what it is today." There was a snarl on the girl's face, Sariwati began to tell her background to get to the Beach Country. How Setyanto tried to rape her and make a story that is out of his control and the curse of the father to himself can be healed as before and about how he can look like a bum who runs in no direction from the one country to another country until meeting Muhibbin in this Beach Country.

"All this can not be separated from the actions of juragan Yanto turned out?" muhibbin.

"Here is Bin, I don't want to hear that name mentioned in front of me anymore."

"I want to start a new thing, a new life like a normal human being and in this country all I find what I have been looking for so far" said Sariwati again.

"So you intend to stay here, Wati? and not going back to the Flood Country to see your parents?"

"One day I will go back to see my parents, but I prefer to stay here because there are people who really care about me" replied Sariwati.

"Oh yeah Bin, about my feelings for you that's true. I like you Bin, I can't stand the feeling of being with you." now Sariwati stared fixedly into Muhibbin's eyes.

"Didn't you like me, Bin?" the girl asked the young man in front of her.

"It's not so, Wati. You are a beautiful and attractive girl especially after you tell me who you are and your background, I feel like there is no meaning in front of you." Muhibbin said softly and was seen sweating on his forehead.

"Is that why you rejected me, Bin."

"Or do you already have someone else in your heart?" the girl began to fall.

"Not that, Wati. Ever since that beach scene I've been thinking about what you said back then."

"But you know who I am, Wati. No man still bears the burden of a family. Are you going to accept me for who I am, accept my family situation? because in my principle of life I do not want to mess around especially in a relationship." explained Muhibbin.

Sariwati just bowed, seen in the corner of her eyes dripping clear water that melted on her cheeks that are as smooth as marble.

"I can accept you for who you are, Bin! but does my feeling clap one hand?" said the girl back.

now he's starting to sob.

"No Wati, our feelings are the same. But I have nothing I can give you."

"Your love is enough for me, Bin! I didn't expect anything else, we could fight together to fill and complement each other." now the bowed face began to dare to look at the man in front of him.

"I love you, Bin!" sariwati.

The breath of Muhubbin was heavy, in the air that felt tight in his chest and with a stammer Muhibbin said,

"Me too and please teach me to love, Wati!"

the finger of the sariwati fingers .

This young couple's netra binar illustrates the mood of one another's feelings.

Muhibbin took the paper chuckling beside him and handed it to Sariwati.

"That's what I wrote after we met on the beach last time, Wati."

"I made it for you."

"What is this, Bin?" said the girl.

"Read, you will know after reading it." replied Muhibbin.

Sariwati read the verse for the good of the strands Muhibbin had written for her,

Black twilight in the middle of the fields

At the end of the carpet you stand

White among thousands of flowers

The sky above your hair

Red copper

You look at me

Your lips are calling me

Wet on your cheeks

Longing and peace

Morning, you set out the heart begins to petrify

At night, I plucked the guitar and sounded

Smile waves in the ocean

Add to longing and restlessness

Is there a mountain wind, is there a wind of the field

Hearing my complaint, hearing my screams

And liberate my fate

From the lonely shackles

Your baby say my regards to him

Greetings full of longing

Because the word has lost its sense

The good lost meaning

All that remains is prayer

There is still a faithful soul waiting

After reading it, Sariwati smiled meaningfully towards Muhibbin.

"Thank you, Bin."

"We will always be together and I will devote the rest of my life with you and nothing will be able to separate us from death" concluded the young woman.