CONFINEMENT

CH 77 - GARUDA MERAH CRUELTY PART IV

Disya as much as in the arms of Suratmi, her cries seemed to represent what had been in nature.  His meeting with the old woman seemed to treat all his longing for his late parents who had long died. The burden he carried seemed to evaporate with the gentle embrace of Suratmi who was also his caretaker when he was a child.

The novelty in the room spread with the hot afternoon air, the time seems to be a witness where a story of the son of man who fought with the fate that has been determined by the Almighty and reunited in a beautiful land in the east of the island of Jelai.

"Mother, what if Mother, Mak Yu Light and Kingdom live with me in the city?"

"Dad Sirkun would have no objection."

"I would be honored to be able to take care of my mother in return because after all the Mother who used to take care of me when in Sector Seven." Pinta Disya told Suratmi, in his clutches were those old hands and occasionally his gaze was fixed on the Light and Sacred Kingdom to ask for his approval.

"No need, Nope."

"Let Mommy here, even if my condition has recovered, Mommy does not want to trouble Mr. Nengah of your family and all of you."

"Emak will stay at Ibbin's place" Suratmi said softly.

He could only stare at his former nanny first.

"But let me take care of Mom, even though Mom doesn't want to stay with me." Disya told Suratmi.

"And for Raya, let Raya enter the education in Pasraman belongs to Dad."

"Let no matter how much you have to get an education."

"I beg you, Mother!" concluded back.

Suratmi sighed deeply before answering her momongan request.

"If about it, Mom leave it to the Light and Ibbin how good it is."

"I don't think they'll mind" Suratmi replied to Disya.

The light that listened to the chatter of his mother and Disya only nodded small when the gaze of his eyes collided with the view of Disya.

***

While in the City of Beach Country, precisely in one of the city's grandest buildings.

"How did all that happen, Jero Mekel?" said the charismatic man to his guests. His face was full of question marks.

"Sir still remember the attack of Banjar Manguntur one and a half years ago?" jero Perbekel Nengah Wirata said to the man in front of him before continuing his story.

The charismatic man was none other than Sirkun, he nodded his head in accordance with the question of the village chief Batubulan.

"I won't forget that painful event, Jero."

"Is there any connection to everything that's been happening to your family and the bloody events?" concluded mr. Sirkun.

Jero Perbekel Nengah Wirata also began to tell about the nature of his family, starting Muhibbin's relationship with Sariwati until the injury of Suratmi's mother with evidence that led to the Garuda Merah gang, which was not the case, a security organization consisting of former Darmayudha troops under the control of the Harsuto dynasty family.

Hearing the words of Mr. Nengah, Sirkun's face changed instantly. Highlight the originally calm charismatic eyes turned full of anxiety and worry.

"It's a really weird problem, Jero."

"Because this is related to the extended family of the former strongest man in the Land of Emeralds and the girl is the daughter of Mr. Timoti who was raised by Mr. Bendowo, the heir of the Garuda Gold dynasty as you tell."

"It won't be easy, especially now that the girl's running away from her house with your adopted son."

"It will only worsen the atmosphere." concluded Mr. Sirkun to Pak Nengah.

The man sighed deeply and tried to reconstruct all of Pak Nengah's stories inside his head.

"I know, Sir."

"But on the one hand, Suratmi's mother did not want to see her son Muhibbin grieving, however, my adopted son sacrificed his youth to support and take over the burden of being the head of the household in his family.

I also have no heart with Muhibbin, even though the risk of dealing with the governor's master's family is in sight."

"So as long as I left here, I saw inspections at every border of the region by Bhayangkara forces taking place."

"I believe this has something to do with the escape of Mr. Timoti's daughter, because it is not usual for Bhayangkara to conduct checks at every border" said Mr. Nengah to Mr. Sirkun.

The leader of Batubulan village

I was doubtful about what he wanted to say further. Seeing that, sirkun masgul and asked Mr. Nengah.

"I know you're worried about this, Jero."

"What can I help you with?" said Mr. Sirkun briefly. The successful businessman looked closely at Mr. Nengah.

"We are actually already disappointed with the treatment of Mr. Timoti's family, sir."

"The insults of Mr. Bendowo on the Muhibbin of the family disturbed my conscience."

"But this is for the common good, I hope Mr. Sirkun bridges these two families."

"I know, the decision taken by Mr. Bendowo and his family cannot be annulled and disturbed."

"But Ni Mas Sariwati's departure had nothing to do with Muhibbin, it was the girl's pure desire."

"Muhibbin just take it somewhere and my adopted son will leave Ni Mas Wati there until it is calmer" said Mr. Nengah to Mr. Sirkun.

"About the involvement of Garuda Merah must be internalized by the governor as a manager in this country."

"I don't want this to set a bad precedent that will cause turmoil in the Coast Country" he added.

"Only the voice of Mr. Sirkun can be heard by the governor at this time." concluded Mr. Nengah, his gaze was faint with a face full of hope.

"All right, Jero."

"I will do everything I can."

"However, if I ever need evidence and witnesses for the problem of the red Garuda gang, I hope Jero Perbekel is willing to present it all."

"I don't know why the Garuda Merah gang wanted the property of the young man's family, which is obviously not as simple as we see.

I will convey this to the governor for the attention and investigation of Bhayangkara" Sirkun told the guest in front of him.

"Where is your adopted son now, Jero?" ask sir Sirkun back.

Mr. Nengah sighed, though,

"She drove Ni Mas Sariwati this morning to Griya Manuaba in Galuh Banjar, Tuan."

"I think now they have arrived there and I told my adopted son to immediately return to Manguntur after the completion of his business because I do not want Muhibbin exposed to problems and considered to run away people's children, Sir." replied Mr. Nengah to Mr. Sirkun.

"Yes it's okay if their existence is with the knowledge of Mr. Jero."

"Now Mr. Jero is better to go home to Manguntur, I fear that Bhayangkara's troops come to Jero's residence and there no one can explain the situation." pinta mister Sirkun.

Jero Perbekel nodded his head and before long the middle-aged man left the residence of the Sirkun lord.

***

Even as the day went on in the afternoon, the air felt humid indicating the rain would fall with a row of clouds marching over the sky of the Beach Country. A young pair of mudi can be seen walking through the lush bamboo forest which is a barrier between banjar areas in Batubulan village.

"How, are you tired, Wati?" muhibbin asked the girl who was walking next to him.

The young man was seen carrying the bag and parcel carried by Sariwati, while the girl with tired face walked slowly holding the fatigue in her body.

"I'm fine, Bin."

"We should continue our journey so that it does not last until the Galuh banjar" concluded the woman lirih.

"But if you feel tired, we just stop for a while to rest" Muhibbin said again but the girl next to him just shook her head.

"It feels like in front of us there is already a highway" concluded the girl, her hand pointing in one direction that was slowly - the goal was seen a highway that connects to a residential area.

"Rubber, Wati."

"We have almost entered the galuh banjar area" said Muhibbin.

the two people hurriedly widened their steps through the lush bamboo forest that passed by. Rain spots began to fall soaking the land of the Beach Country and before long the raindrops were getting heavier.

"Come on Wati, hurry!"

"The rain is getting heavier." exclaimed Muhibbin slightly running while carrying his luggage on his shoulders, Sariwati tailed behind the young man.

Not long before the two had left the bamboo forest and climbed the streets of the village.

"There is a house, we can ride in the shade for a while while asking where the residence of Resi Giri Waja." said Muhibbin back, while running small in his hand held by his lover through the increasingly heavy rain.

The twilight sky was increasingly densely covered with black clouds and occasional flashes of lightning flashed in the sky, along with the sound of gurgling from the roof of the porch of the simple house.

Suddenly a head peeked out behind the window looking at the two young men who were sheltering in front of his house.

The door opened and an old woman came out of the simple house.

"Hem-hem," the old woman's voice sighed in surprise to the two people before her who were still cool to see raindrops on the sidelines of the precarious row.

"Oh, um, Swastiastu Niang."

"I'm sorry I hitchhiked for a while at Niang's house" Muhibbin said politely to the old lady before him.

"Oh it's okay."

"who are you and where are you going?"  the old woman asked the two young men in front of her.

His gaze fixedly looked towards Sariwati who looked shivering coldly with clothes that began to get wet due to rain water.

"But wait a minute!" said the old woman back before stepping into her house. Before long the old woman returned with a piece of rag in her hand and handed it to Sariwati who was still cold in front of her.

"It's wear, dry your body, Ning." Her vulnerable hand held out the rag to Sariwati.

"Thank you, Niang."

"No need, we are given permission to take shelter for a while already thank you." declined Sariwati subtly.

"What's up, put it on."

"Dry your body, Ning."

"Oh yeah, who are you? where and where are you going?" the old woman came back.

"We're from Manguntur, Niang."

"It's Sariwati, my friend."

"And I am Muhibbin." replied Muhibbin introducing himself to the old woman.

"We are going to Griya Manuaba, the residence of Sri Resi Giri Waja" Muhibbin added, while Sariwati just smiled thinly while wearing a rag given by the old woman to reduce the cold from the rain.

"From Manguntur? what are you guys up here?"

"Oh yeah, we better just talk inside."

"It's cold out here, pity your girlfriend looks cold." exclaimed the old woman back.

Muhibbin looked towards Sariwati seeking approval for the grandmother's offer.

Sariwati gave a small nod and the two followed the old woman into the house.

"Sit down, I'll make you a warm drink" said the old woman.

"No need to bother, Niang." replied Muhibbin and Sariwati almost simultaneously.

"Nothing, what is a warm water. I don't feel bothered." concluded the old woman back as she stepped towards the back of her house.

No matter how long the old woman returned with two glasses of warm drinks that she carried on the tray.

"Let's have a drink so that the coldness in your body is slightly reduced." The old woman invited the two young men to her presence.

Muhibbin and Sariwati nodded their heads and drank the old woman's treat.

"Thank you, Niang, for Niang's kindness to us" Muhibbin said looking at the old woman.

With a smile the owner nodded his head and said,

"Griya Manuaba is still a long way from here,"

"It's on the edge of Galuh's border."

"You must pass through the rice fields at the end of Galuh to the east and slightly up the hill there."

"Behind the hill is the residence of Sri Resi." said the old woman, a soft smile on her old lips.

"oh yeah, Niang."

"Again thanks for the help and information from Niang."

"I'm sorry if I can tell you Niang's name, who are we dealing with, right?" muhibbin asked politely to the old woman.

"Oh yeah, I forgot not to introduce myself to you guys."

"My name is Son Agung Estri Sumirah."

"People here used to call me Gung Niang Mirah" replied the old woman introducing herself.

"If Niang knows what you need to go to Griya Manuaba?"

"And if you look at your accent, I don't think you're a native of the Beach Country" asked Gung Niang Mirah probing, his eyes looking calmly at his two guests.

"True Niang, Wati and I are from Dauh Tukad."

"And we want to meet Sri Resi on the advice of people who have helped my family" Muhibbin said briefly.

"Oh, huh?"

"Yes, wait until the rain has stopped to go there, pity your lady friend's condition."

"He looks tired and cold or if you want to be able to stay here until tomorrow morning."

"Now it has started before evening especially with conditions like this must be the road to Griya Manuaba slippery due to rain" said Gung Niang Mirah on both guests.

"It's okay, Niang."

"We will continue the journey after the rain has subsided."

"We thank you for the shelter ride in this place" said Sariwati also chimed.

The atmosphere outside is still flooded with heavy rain, the sky in Galuh banjar began to darken before evening.

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*Pasraman: educational place for children of the Coast State

*Niang : Grandma

*Dauh Tukad: The Name of the State overseas from the Coast