CONFINEMENT

CH 78 - GARUDA MERAH ATROCITIES PART V

Outside the rain was still fluttering Galuh banjar, the three people were still talking in the middle room of the residence Gung Niang Mirah.

"It feels like the rain is still going to subside, you should spend the night here." exclaimed Gung Niang Mirah on the two young men in front of him.

Muhibbin politely declined the old woman's offer.

"No need to bother, Niang."

"We'd better continue on."

"Because we have to get to Griya Manuaba Sri Resi's residence" Muhibbin replied to the owner of the house. His gaze led to Sariwati beside him to ask for the fuck.

"Right, Niang." Sariwati chimed in.

Gung Niang Mirah sighed, the old woman smiled at the two young men.

"Yes, if you force."

"Please wait a minute for the rain to stop."

"Later, bring a torch in front of my house because the road to the residence of Resi Giri Waja is pitch dark." concluded Gung Niang Mirah back.

Muhibbin and Sariwati just nodded their heads while smiling at the old woman before him.

No matter how long, the rain began to subside and a smile on Muhibbin's lips.

"Look, it feels like the rain has begun to subside, how about we continue our journey?" ask the young man to his girlfriend. Sariwati nodded and soon the two said goodbye to Gung Niang Mirah, the owner of the house.

"Niang, we're ready to continue our journey."

"Thank you for the kindness of Niang who has given us shelter."

"One day, we will come back to this house if it is allowed" Muhibbin told Gung Niang Mirah. Muhibbin and Sariwati got up while greeting the old woman.

"You don't have to be sad."

"If you go through this banjar again, stop by."

"I will always accept you with pleasure." the old woman replied as she led her guests to the door.

"Bring and use this, enough to cover your head from the speck of rain water." added Gung Niang Mirah while handing two pieces of caping to Muhibbin and Sariwati, both of them accepted the caping while unceasingly thanking the kindness the old lady gave before him.

They also passed by leaving Gung Niang Mirah's house to Griya Manuaba.

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While in the Manguntur banjar the rain still flushed the area, a flash of lightning struck in the air.

Mr. Nengah still conversed with Cahaya and Sekar in the porch of Dauh hall where Suratmi lay.

"Ni Mas, how's your mother doing now?"

"Are there any developments after Ni Mas Sariwati handled?" asked Mr. Nengah to Light, the old man's eyes looked tired with strokes on his face.

"It's better, Mr. Jero."

"And some of the medicinal herbs that Wati gave seemed to have a positive impact on Mother's condition." Light replied respectfully to Mr. Nengah who was sitting in front of her.

"Thank God, then, hopefully the effects of the poison can be removed from your mother's body" said the Batubulan village leader.

"Have your sister returned?" asked Mr. Nengah to the girl in front of him, Cahaya just shook her head as well as Sekar helped to guarantee it.

"They should have arrived at Galuh hamlet by noon, because if the train ride only takes half a day to that place."

"I told your sister to return immediately after taking Ni Mas Wati to the residence of the Resi."

"Or don't you?"

Said Mr. Nengah stopped his speech.

His face turned anxious, Light and Sekar looked at each other to see the change in attitude and gesture, Mr. Nengah.

"Don't what, Jik?" asked Sekar to his father, the young girl looked fixedly at his parents.

"So when I went to the town of Negeri Pantai to meet Mr. Sirkun, I saw the inspection of the Bhayangkara troops at every crossroad of the road, as if looking for something."

"I'm sure, the governor already knew and realized his daughter's unselfish departure and ordered the Bhayangkara to find Ni Mas Wati."

"Hopefully Ibbin and Ni Mas Wati did not find any problems during the trip" exclaimed Mr. Nengah to the two girls in front of him.

Hearing the words of the Manguntur character, Light's face turned pale and his mind looked far away imagining salvation and what would happen to his younger brother.

"Is our action right, Mr Jero?"

"Will this not add any new problems to Ibbin?" light murmured softly at the middle-aged man. There is a sense of regret calling out to his heart to release his sister to take Sariwati to Banjar Galuh.

The Batubulan village leader sighed before answering Light's question. The man looks to wipe his face.

"What you think is the same as what I think, Ni Mas."

"But this was your mother's request, Suratmi's mother, who allowed Ibbin to take Ni Mas Wati to Galuh's banjar,"

"I also feel sorry for the burden that your brother carries, however Muhibbin is like my own son."

"The problems faced by you are also my problems."

"I went into the city to Sirkun's place and asked him for his opinion to find the best way to solve this problem."

"Hopefully Mr. Sirkun can persuade the governor and not suspect or think Muhibbin fled Ni Mas Wati" said Mr. Nengah to Cahaya.

Now the tears of the girl can not be dammed imagine what will happen and will be experienced by her sister.

With a sob of Light said,

" I can't ban Muhibbin, Mr. Jero."

"Otherwise this is all with my mother's permission,"

"I know Muhibbin very well, although he is quiet but his sense of responsibility is great, especially to his family."

"He was willing to sacrifice his youth just to support us and take responsibility as the backbone of the family."

"He would rather keep his faithful promise than betray what he believes, even if he will eventually accept his pain."

"That's my brother, Mr. Jero."

"Mungakin it is also one of my mother's considerations" concluded Light in pak Nengah before him.

Mr. Nengah nodded his head to hear the story of Muhibbin from Light, however the middle-aged man knew the nature of Muhubbin, because almost a decade ago the young man lived with him.

In his eyes, Muhibbin is a young man who is independent and full of responsibility, the boy also never did strange things or hurt others, he said, Muhibbin is an unpretentious young man who is always Nerimo with what he gets.

The three people were silent with the path of thought inside their respective heads, the rustling of rain still fluttering the earth of Manguntur.

Suddenly the door of the residence pak Nengah heard someone knocking loudly and the sound of several boisterous people from outside the house.

"Open!"

"Hurry open!"

there was the sound of someone rebuking from outside while knocking on the door leaf loudly.

Mr. Nengah who sat with Light and Sekar in the hall Dauh gasped, no one ever dared to meet by banging on the door let alone shouting impolitely at the house of a very respected lawyer in Batubulan village.

The middle-aged man ran towards his room while Cahaya and Sekar were stunned full into worry. No matter how long Pak Nengah came out with a dagger tucked in his waist and people outside the house still shouting to make a noise.

"Light, Sekar, go to Suratmi's room."

"Lock the door from the inside."

"Never come out before ajik tells you to come out." exclaimed Mr. Nengah at Light and Sekar, his face looks tense.

The two girls rushed into Suratmi's room after Mr. Nengah moved in the rain towards the exit of his residence.

The middle-aged man opened the door hook with a furious face.

"Nonsense, can't you be a little polite if you want to meet people's houses?" hardik Pak Nengah when opening the door to some people in front of him.

"Do you know whose house this is?" reprimand sir Nengah loudly.

His eyes swept towards the several strong-bodied people before him. The looks of the clothes and attributes that the uninvited guest used were well known to him.

"You Bhayangkara don't know who you're dealing with?"

"Did Prawira Utama never educate you manners?"

the middle-aged man was full of anger.

"You don't have to beat around the bush, sir!"

"Don't stop us from doing our job."

"Tell me where Ni Mas Sariwati and the young man are!"

"Don't until you're accused of rebelling and obstructing the duties of a state servant" one of the men said with an intimidating look.

"Do you think I'm afraid of your threats, huh?"

"Show me your warrant and identification!"

"Don't be mistaken by dressing Bhayangkara you can just do something to someone else."

"Ni Mas Sariwati is not here and the young man you are referring to is being sent to my brother's house in another village." exclaimed Mr. Nengah who looks furious with the attitude of the Bhayangkara in front of him.

"Please cooperate, sir."

"Or we will act rudely to you" said one of the men seen as the leader of the force.

"You're threatening me?"

"Before you show me your assignment warrant, don't expect you to enter my house." hardik Mr. Nengah returned.

"Master forced us to act rude."

"Teachers, search this house and find what we're looking for!" the command of the people dressed in Bhayangkara's clothes.

Some people were seen pushing into the house, but Mr. Nengah did not give way to the people.

"Dare one more step you enter my house, then you will accept the risk." hardened Mr. Nengah on the people in front of him. The leader of Batubulan village was seen pulling a keris tucked in his waist.

"Sir, you're too pushy."

"I've given you a chance, never obstruct the duty of the state servant."

"Strike this old man!" the leader of Bhayangkara gave a signal.

Some people began to lunge towards Mr. Nengah, the middle-aged man nimbly avoided the lunge of his attackers. Sabetan machete and spear leading to the body of Jero Perbekel can be avoided easily

Movement pak Nengah nimble play keris in his hand, exchange attacks between several attackers armed with machetes and spears with pak Nengah.

Sabetan and the kris held by Mr. Nengah faster, making the attackers who numbered four and began to be desperate, one of the attackers groaned in pain when the keris held by the pak nengah hit his opponent's stomach. It didn't take long for the four attackers to lie down with cuts and scrapes on his body.

Seeing his men lying helpless, the leader of Bhayangkara ordered his other men to search the house and some helped the members who were injured due to sabetage and damage by the Nengah pack, the leader of Bhayangkara leapt forward towards Pak Nengah who was still holding a keris in his hand.

The exchange of moves by the two men practiced, the movement of the two was getting faster, the leader of Bhayangkara with daggers in both hands attacked towards pak Nengah like an unceasing sea wave, but the middle-aged man swiftly and the pangginas managed to compensate for the attack led by Bhayangkara, even now seen the army leader began to be pushed by the attacks of Pak Nengah who varied.

It was not wasted by Mr. Nengah who fought against the leadership of Bhayangkara,

"Badly, this old man turned out to be quite skilled and difficult to conquer," muttered the Bhayangkara leader in heart, but suddenly some people who helped the Bhayangkara leader shouted hysterically.

"Stop!"

"Or I slash these girls' throats!" shouted one of the Bhayangkara soldiers by pointing a dagger at the neck of the two girls who were none other than Light and Sekar.

Seeing the Light and Sekar in danger, Pak Nengah's concentration was split and Bhayangkara's dagger hit his hull.

Mr. Nengah fell down with a dagger wound and sat quietly withstanding the injury in his stomach.

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