CONFINEMENT

CH 60 - ENGAGEMENT PART IV

Old Balian left Muhibbin alone in the dangin hall, the young man still drowning in his daydreams. What the old Balian told him was very revealing and shocking to him. The Garuda Gold Dynasty was behind all the attacks made against his family, there was a sense of hatred and anger in the young man's chest. Occasionally his hands clenched and the gaze of his eyes far looked through the depths of the night.

"Does this have anything to do with Sariwati?" muhibbin in the Heart. He remembered Sariwati's confession when he met the girl again after the attack in the village of Manguntur carried out by the mobs of Yanto juragan none other than Sariwati's brother-in-law while in An Nur surau a few months then. His girlfriend told him about the background of his life and where he came from until he was in the Beach Country.

"Are they Yanto's men who took revenge on me because all the coverages of his crimes in the Coast Country were exposed?"

"But how do they know my origins and my family's whereabouts?" a barrage of questions raged in Muhibbin's mind, the young man growing increasingly uneasy with what he had just learned from old Balian. He tried to relate all the events that he went through while knowing Sariwati.

"Did Sarivati know of this plan? but why didn't he just ask me for Sulaiman Honey's ring if it meant so much to his extended family?"

"Even the ring will eventually be handed over to her as Mother's trust was to me."

"Truly I don't think," Muhibbin was increasingly troubled by the questions that plagued his mind, his hand took a turban that was always circular and never separated from his neck. In his view, a green woven cloth with a knitted gold thread on its edge which is a gift given by his lover, squeezed tightly in his hand as if to vent his frustration.

The wind was getting colder bone-chilling and the atmosphere of the Gelumpang banjar was getting dimmer that night.

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While at Villa Sandat Banjar Manguntur that night looked quiet, only the sounds of the night animals that did not tire of the earthy atmosphere adorn the depth of the day. Sariwati lay on the sofa in the middle of the building alone. Since his return from the rice field shop accompanied his father to dinner with his colleagues from Tidar State this afternoon made him feel uncomfortable. The beautiful girl occasionally blinked her eyes that could not be closed, Still remembered the gazes of wild indecent eyes from her father's colleague's son. There was a sense of resentment in his heart when he shook hands with the son of master Haryo who seemed to have a bad purpose for him.

Dara ayu was sighing deeply, but suddenly nausea approached her. He immediately went to the bathroom not far from the central room of the Villa Sandat his residence.

"Jeek"

"Jeek"

I don't know how many times and countless girls paced to the bathroom just to let out vomit due to nausea that often experienced in recent days. His white face grew deathly pale and his body felt limp which was accompanied by a sense of heaviness in his head. Re-tied his body on the sofa in the middle of the building.

"Oh my God, what happened to me?"

"Am I really pregnant? murmured the girl, her eyes bristled and teardrops drenched her cheeks.

"Bin, where are you dear?"

"When are you coming back?"

"I miss you, Bin." he murmured inwardly.

His eyes were fixed on a piece of writing before him, on the back of a piece of paper from a pile of papers on the table, since then after returning from the shop on the edge of the rice field he unceasingly read sheet by sheet of writing on the white paper, the poems written by Muhibbin are his friends in the loneliness of waiting and longing for his beloved.

'Love is like the wind

You are unable to see

But you can feel it

But you'll never find a heart like mine in loving you

Don't ask me why I love you

Because I have no choice, my love

In my longing is no cure

You are the only healer

I'm not a miss, sweetheart

But I have long felt it drowned in the sea of tears

A little soon you sailed to me

In the gap between nothing and your presence

There are cracks that will not return to how they were

Broken before ever was me

The mortal is our time eternal'

Muhibbin The Lover

　

Sariwati's tears became more and more, the girl was as unwilling to hold back her heart, there was a sense of longing that burst into her inner space when reading the writing of the lover, the love, in the stalk of his oval face in the silence of the day at Villa Sandat increasingly dim.

He recalled how he had first met Muhibbin and how the young man felt for him.

Memories during the Surau An Nur and all the events he went through with the young man seemed like moving images that were present in the imagination and shadows were increasingly visible in his eyes.

"Knowing you is my greatest destiny, Bin."

"If sometimes your presence is not warm, but therein lies your beauty." murmured Sariwati while wiping her tears.

Put it back on the paper he had in his hand on the table with a sense of his wandering soul.

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