CONFINEMENT

CH 7 - BEGINNING OF NEW LIFE PART IV (EARLY INTRODUCTION )

"Geek, what do you think of last night's event at Mr Sirkum's Cultural House?" muhibbin asked Luh Sekar Jempiring his adoptive sister.

The two were relaxing in the foyer of Balai Dauh. Sekar who is still busy making woven coconut leaves shaped square attached by small bidis form neat stitches answer the questions of his adoptive brother.

"It's so exciting Bli, finally where we have a container for the expression of Artists and Artists." the sweetest smile on Sekar's lips. His hands were still busy with the piece of janur that would be made a canang.

"Geek, who was sitting at the front last night, did you know him?" ask Muhibbin back.

"Which is Bli," Sekar replied briefly as he looked at his older brother.

"That waist-haired girl who wears pink kebaya is loo, cook you don't see?" muhibbin is back.

Sekar was silent for a moment but suddenly his voice shrieked startling Muhibbin.

"Oohh! that girl, who's sitting with that dashing guy under the Japanese tree?"

"That's Mr. Sirkum and his daughter Disya Kumala Dewi Bli."

"Beautiful to Bli" Sekar teased his adoptive sister.

"Ah this you, what the hell!" muhibbin's face blushed hearing Sekar's joke.

"I feel familiar with that face," again Muhibbin muttered softly beside Sekar as his eyes looked forward as if remembering something.

"Don't Bli like Disya?" sekar said back to teasing.

"Ah this you, never mind. I want to go to the farm first help Ajik." muhibbin's whistle passed from his sister's presence. Sekar smiled to see the behavior of his foster brother who was tumben look restless.

Without feeling the time has been one of Muhibbin left his hometown and live in the Beach Country with the family Nengah Wirata, Nengah, every full moon of Muhibbin was written to his mother Suratmi and his brother Light just asking for news and a little sending money for his family's life and buying milk for his nephew Holy Kingdom in the Stone Snake Country.

Muhibbin hurried to step out of the house. In his mind was still the face of Sirkun's master's daughter who was familiar to his memory.

With all her might she tried to remember the familiar face on her head.

He remembered his childhood in a coffee plantation owned by the Emerald Country family in his village.

The shadows of his friends did not escape the round of memory in his mind.

One by one the memories emerged, green savannahs were spread and sheep shepherds were chatting filling the busy with playing balls made of dry grass tied with the bark of the angsana tree.

Seen in the distance a little girl in her sevens with shoulder-length hair sitting under the angsana tree enjoying the atmosphere of twilight.

"Karina, where are you now?" muhibbin in the Heart.

His steps gontai down the Coast Country road to Pak Nengah farm which is at the west end of the village, but suddenly Muhibbin steps stopped and his daydreams were scattered when a wind train hit him.

'BRUUAAAKKKK'S'

"Openhhhh!" the sound of someone falling from the wind carriage he was riding.

"Hi, you look around dong!" the voice was heard again.

Muhibbin who fell down rose up while grimly holding back the pain on his back, He turned to the direction of the voice.

"You yourself are careful if you take the train," Muhibbin murmured before turning to the direction of the voice.

"You?" muhibbin's voice stopped, his tongue felt faint to let out words.

"WHAT ? YOU-YOU!" a high tone came out from the mouth of the teenage girl in front of him putting on an annoyed face while cleaning her dirty clothes due to falling from her wind train.

"Aren't you the owner of the Cultural House?" muhibbin is still in the air.

"PURPANE! Yes, that's mine!" the girl is still upset.

"I'm sorry miss, because of my carelessness you fell." a voice of regret sounded from Muhibbin's mouth.

"That's why we use our eyes!" the teenage girl is still upset.

"Yes, if you walk by foot, miss, not by eye." replied Muhibbin accordingly.

"THIS YOU! " the girl's eyes bulged as if she wanted to swallow the young man in front of her.

"Here you go, I'm in a hurry. Get out!" the girl then got up and pedaled her train away from Muhibbin.

"I'm sorry, miss!" muhibbin shouted towards the teenage girl who was none other than Disya the daughter of Mr. Sirkun.

"Karina," murmured Muhibbin looking at Disya's back which was further away from him.

Karina's shadow appears in Muhibbin's mind, Karina is the daughter of the head of the coffee plantation where Muhibbin's father worked and the Karina family moved to the Flood Country after Karina's father was promoted to a higher position.

Since the move of his best friend Muhibbin never saw and heard the news until one day Muhibbin wrote a poem in memory of his best friend.

'At that time, the sun began to move west

A cheerful laughter rang out in the savannah

The shepherds chatted, sang and danced with the whirring accompaniment of the angsana tree in the twilight breeze

The pitch black haired teenage girl sat staring from the top of the hill.

Her hair is shedding adding to her charm

Hodiernal

On this hill I look up at the orange sky

Accompanied by a pair of clutched head to his nest

Between the expanse of aidelweis and the wild grass, I echoed that harmony

Harmony longs and whispers between the babies" Butet I miss you'

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*Canang : janur sewn with rectangular-shaped lid, on top of which there are neatly arranged flowers, commonly used for Hindu worship facilities.

*Sewindu : Eight calendar years bc.

*Wind Train: Bike dipper.