CONFINEMENT

CH 81 - GRIEF EARTH WAKING

The residents and security of Batubulan village continue to fight with the blaze that devoured the house of Mr. Nengah, almost half of the house was burned.

Jero Pecalang as the head of security took measures deemed necessary to overcome the situation in the hamlet of Manguntur, its members rushed to carry out the direction of the security leadership.

"How's the little girl doing?" jero Pecalang said to one of his members, the burly man was seen holding a rage over everything that had happened.

"The conditions are still critical, Jero" his members replied to Jero Pecalang.

"Who is this? how stupid!"

"We must immediately find the culprit, this incident is tantamount to trampling on the honor of the Manguntur people!"

"By any chance, Jero Perbekel and his family are our brothers that we must defend."

"The cruelty that befell him hurts us all."

"Blood in return, life in return!" squealing Jero Pecalang with a heavy voice, his eyes look glassy watching four bodies stretched out in front of him with a terrible body condition.

All the people in the treatment hall room Manguntur fell silent with anger, their feelings mixed with what had happened to the supreme leader of Batubulan village.

No matter how long an old man walked hurriedly to the treatment hall room, the old man was seen accompanied by several members of the village security.

"Jero Pecalang! what's going on, what's going on? said the old man after being inside the room.

"Either Jero Balian, it was so sudden."

"We don't all know what's going on."

"Obviously when we came, Jero Perbekel's house was already on fire and when we entered, we found Jero Mekel and his daughter lying on the ground with serious injuries."

"And in a room, we found two men in terrible conditions, burning in a locked room from the outside." Jero Pecalang's voice shook to tell the incident experienced by Mr. Nengah family to the old man in front of him who was none other than Jero Balian Kanta.

"The Great Lord of Batara."

"What a savage act!"

"Who has cruelly done this?" the face of Jero Balian Kanta looks glassy, the old man began to examine one by four bodies lying on top of the bamboo hall in front of him.

Her vulnerable hand shook as it examined the pulse to the four bodies before her.

Of the four bodies, two of them still have signs of life, one of which is the body of the Holy Kingdom, which almost most of the body was burned.

Carefully Balian Kanta sprinkled the body of the Sacred Kingdom with powdery powder to cool down the effects of the burns the little girl suffered.

"Please help in the fan of this child's body!"

"Let his temperature drop and his burns get in the wind" Balian Kanta told one of the residents who helped him.

The old healer cleaned the wounds on the Sacred Kingdom's body while occasionally his hands drenched the burns with powder.

Suddenly one of the four bodies moved,

"ehhh, sick!"

"It hurts!"

there was a groan from that awful body.

"Mis Ni Sekar?" pekik Jero Balian and Jero Pecalang together. The two rushed over to the drooping Sekar with a huge gaping wound on his body.

"It hurts!"

"sick! the girl is back.

" Hurry and get some warm water and bring it here!" balian Kanta shouted at the people in the room.

Hearing the call of Balian Kanta, one of the people in the room went to the back and before long the man came carrying a basin of warm water in it, deftly the old man cleaned the wounds on the body of Sekar and the Sacred Kingdom.

"It hurts!"

"It hurts!"

A groan of pain rang out from the two girls, everyone in the treatment hall room was filled with what Sekar and the Sacred Kingdom were experiencing.

Fresh blood flowed on Sekar's chest which was hollowed out by the spear's impact wound, the, Balian Kanta carefully drilled the wound of Jero Perbekel's daughter with some medicinal herbs pounded to stop the bleeding and tied it with a white cloth to cover the wound.

While the condition of the Sacred Kingdom was no less concerning, with burns all over her body making the little girl still in a fainting state, his breathing down and up irregularly interspersed with small groans full of pain made everything in the room shed tears.

"How, Jero?"

"Can they be helped?" jero Pecalang said to Jero Balian Kanta.

The old healer took a deep breath before answering the question of the security leader of Batubulan village who was next to him.

"I'll try my best, Jero Pecalang."

"I'm asking for your help, too,"

"Please take care of the body of Jero Perbekel and the old woman."

Jero Pecalang nodded his head, the middle-aged man was seen giving direction to his members and the citizens of Manguntur.

The atmosphere of the night in Banjar Manguntur is getting quieter. Some people were seen carrying the bodies of Mr. Nengah and Ms. Suratmi towards the courtyard of the treatment hall.

The women began to bathe jazad bu Suratmi, as well as the men bathed the jazad pak Nengah. The atmosphere of blue haru accompanied the procession of care for the bodies of both and after that the bodies of Mr. Nengah and bu Suratmi were buried in the middle room of the treatment hall.

Jero Pecalang was seen back and forth giving directions to the residents and occasionally the middle-aged man reentered the room of the treatment hall.

Suddenly from a distance dozens of people were seen approaching the direction of the Manguntur medical hall, after not how long the people who were none other than the Bhayangkara entered the area of the treatment hall.

Prawira Utama Bhayangkara was seen bursting into the room and received by Jero Pecalang and Balian Kanta directly.

"What the hell is going on?"

"How did this happen to Jero Perbekel and his family?" ask Prawira Utama Bhayangkara State Beach on Jero Pecalang. The man's face looked tense looking at the scene in front of him.

"I don't know for sure, sir."

"We and the people have found Jero Perbekel and his family in a terrible situation."

"Jero Perbekel and his daughter we found lying in his yard injured and we found two people in a room with no less apprehensive conditions, it burned in a locked room from the outside" Batubulan village security chief told Prawira Bhayangkara, Jero Pecalang told me everything that happened before him and the residents came to the residence of Mr. Nengah.

The main Prawira was seen snorting furiously, the Bhayangkara leader's face was visibly tangled with his anger.

"Civilized, this event is beyond the limits of humanity."

"Investigate all these things thoroughly, I do not want the bloody incident two years ago and currently tarnish the peace of the Coast Country" said Prawira Utama to members of Bhayangkara after getting a statement from Jero Pecalang.

"Then how are the survivors, Jero?" tanyanya back.

"As you can see for yourself, sir."

"The two boys are still in critical condition."

"And for now, there is no evidence and witnesses that can explain what really happened" replied Jero Pecalang to Prawira Utama.

"However, as I can assure you, the people of architecture will not be silent about this incident, sir."

"Jero Perbekel Nengah Wirata for us are our parents and role models."

"The debt of blood in return, the debt of life in return."

"We will make sure the perpetrators will not let us quietly, we will look for him with or without the Bhayangkara troops that you lead." concluded Jero Pecalang with a trembling voice.

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While in an old house on the border of the town of Negeri Pantai seen some hooded people were on guard and inside the house was heard the screams of a woman who was being tortured.

The sound of whip whipping mixed with groans of pain broke the silence of the night in that place.

"Let's say, where's the Honey Sulayman stone ring you kept?"

"Say!" hardik one of the men dressed as Bhayangkara on a girl with her hands tied to a pole in front of her.

"I don't know what you're looking for."

the girl replied half-awakened in a soft voice.

Plaque!

Plaque!

The sound of whipping landed on the girl's body.

"I asked you again, where are you keeping that thing?" hardik the man.

"I don't know what you mean" said the girl again, her voice shrinking with her consciousness.

"You chose to die, you fucking woman!" the man asked again intimidatingly, the whip blisters repeatedly pointed at the girl's body. A blackened face and bluish streaks were seen all over the woman's body, who collapsed unconscious, blood still dripping on her nose and the corners of her lips.

The Bhayangkara-clothed man snorted in annoyance after not getting the desired information, with a furious feeling he stepped out.

"You get everything done as usual!"

"The woman is useless!"

"Dispose her body to the river!" said the man coldly and before long some people were seen entering the old building.

"Are there any news from the second team?" asked the man dressed in Bhayangkara back to his men who were guarding outside.

"There's no word yet, Chief" replied one of the guards.

The man was getting annoyed with what he heard, his jawbone cracking in anger.

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