CONFINEMENT

CH 89 - MALE

Raindrops back down to wet the earth Beach Country, gray sky looks thick cover marcapada. Muhibbin still remained between the two mounds of reddened earth, unnoticed raindrops began to wet his body.

The young man continued to wail in front of his mother and brother, his memory wandering when he was first determined to complain of fate to the Beach Country accompanied by cries and prayers of his mother and sister Cahaya, the light, at that time the condition of deficiency requires him to take over the responsibility as the backbone of the family and decided to go wandering to a land in the middle of nowhere that he had never known at all.

Twelve years have passed since his arrival to the Land of the Disappointed Nirvana, the same age as his nephew the Holy Kingdom who was not even nine months old at the time.

Now twelve years in which he sacrificed his teenage years, twelve years of service as the last man to take over the responsibilities of the family, twelve years that became a disaster and the beginning of the grief was left by two people who were very dear to him, Miss Suratmi and Cahaya and the figure of Mr. Nantah Wirata, he said, a bloodless man considers him part of the family, a figure he deeply respects, who in the end roams the land to defend and protect him from the tyrannical hand that gives him immeasurable grief.

With a trembling body holding the prostrate nestapa between the two navels, his cry broke out between the torrential rain, his hands clenched and slammed into the ground many times where he was, he said, the splash of puddles between the two mounds of land was unheeded.

"Aaaahhhhhhh!"

"Aaaahhhhhhh!" pekik Muhibbin let go of his sadness to break the silence that left only the sound of rain, his face covered with tears of tears up into space as if looking for answers, he said,

"Why did this happen, O God!" he cried out loudly, as if asking the Creator for an explanation of all that was in nature.

"Why did you take my family?"

"Why don't you just take my life, God?"

"Aaaahhhhhhh!" yell Muhibbin back.

His mind was turbulent, the shadow of cruelty that befell his family alternately played in his mind. The body was full of wounds Mr. Nengah Wirata and his brother's light and charred body burned bu Suratmi, flashed on each other's head. Anger, resentment, anger mixed with sadness as the memories rippled through his consciousness.

"True, this has all happened since my meeting with Wati, but is it possible that I deny my feelings for her while this is a little bit due to my closeness with her."

"Maybe if I didn't know her, my family and I didn't end up like this."

"And is it true, all this was done by the group of Garuda Merah, his family pet?"

"What Gus Aji Putra is worried about is finally coming true."

"What am I supposed to do now?"

"Will I just keep quiet with everything that's happened to my family?"

"Do I have to leave Wati when all this has already happened?"

"Then what about Wati if I leave?"

"Will he accept all my decisions?" muhibbin in the Heart.

Inner struggle with a series of questions in his mind that arise makes the young man gamang among the embers of revenge he felt.

***

Evening came, the dim atmosphere of the former raindrops left puddles along the way. A young man rushed to widen his steps up the hill at the boundary of the Galuh banjar before finally arriving at a building where he served and gained knowledge, Griya Manuaba looks quiet with dim torches in every corner of the building neatly arranged.

His footsteps accelerated to the main hall of Griya Manuaba where the residence of Resi Giri Waja.

An old man dressed in all white sat cross-legged with his eyes closed in a worship room, in front of him was seen incense still burning. The young man sat there waiting and did not dare to make a sound, not long before the old man opened his eyes.

"You've come, Ning? the voice of the old man broke the silence of the room.

"Remember, Kakiang." replied the young man to the old man before him.

The young man was none other than Arsana the cantrik who was assigned to accompany Muhibbin back to the Manguntur banjar. Arsana just bowed with a face that looked agitated.

"Tell me all of this!"

"How did that happen?" said the old man returned who was none other than Resi Giri Waja religious leaders banjar Galuh.

Arsana looked surprised by the teacher's question, his face full of question marks how the Resi know about the incident that befell Muhibbin family.

"You don't have to be surprised."

"I've known it will happen through the Healer of the Gods."

"Tell me what happened in Manguntur" said the Resi back. The old man stared fixedly at Arsana who rested in front of him.

With a soft voice Arsana began to tell about what he saw during the transport of Muhibbin to Manguntur.

"I don't know how exactly, Kakiang."

"When we got to Manguntur, everything happened."

"Jero Perbekel Batubulan village died with injuries on his body, while Muhibbin's mother died horribly with her charred body burned."

"His adoptive sister and nephew also suffered a fate that is no less tragic."

"While the residents of Manguntur finished burying the body of Suratmi's mother and performed the ceremony of the Sage's death, one night later, a body was found by the Pecalang in lifeless condition."

"The body full of wounds and scars of persecution is none other than the Light of the brother of Muhibbin, Kakiang." said Arsana while adjusting his breath before continuing what he met in Manguntur.

"That event was terrible, Kakiang."

"I had heard the Pecalang's words that the culprits were the Bhayangkara."

"The information was conveyed by Sekar daughter Jero Mekel when the rumination of his stupor."

"All the events that happened to the families of Jero Mekel and Muhibbin are now in the investigation stage."

"And Prawira Utama Bhayangkara took over the investigation directly because it was related to the good name of the Bhayangkara unity" Arsana told what he knew to Resi Giri Waja.

The old man was silent at all his pupils' words, his shady face sighing deeply.

"Woodling!" he said it briefly while exhaling slowly.

"You tell the other cantriks, for the next few days, to begin to be vigilant and tighten this Asram"

"My intuition is that this event will not stop at the tragedy of Manguntur."

"This event is not as easy as it seems on the surface, there is a tyrannical interest behind him that can do anything he wants."

"I will write to Ida Bagus Putra Narayana in the Banjar Gelumpang and you will deliver my letter to him."

"Now rest first, tomorrow before dawn immediately depart." said Resi Giri Waja to Arsana. The young man nodded his head with his hands cupped to his chest and passed from before the Nabe.

***

The sound of the night beast is like a symphoni, unpretentious to break the silence. A girl with uneasy feelings was sitting in the basement of a building Hall Dauh Griya Manuaba, her eyes glaring far away looking at the thick starless sky, his mind wandered considering the series of events that in nature until stranded in the Beach Country and was in the dormitory of Resi Giri Waja.

His daydream was dashed when a young man hurriedly approached him.

"Good night, Ni Mas." greet the young man to the girl.

"Bli Arsana, when did Andika come?"

"Where's Muhibbin, Bli?" ask the girl who is none other than Sariwati.

Arsana set her breath before answering Sariwati's question, the young man approached and stood before the daughter of the Coast Country's governor.

"I'm sorry I didn't see Andika right away, Ni Sanak."

"I have just arrived and before I come here I go to Father Rishi first."

"Bli Ibbin did not come back with me and he left this letter to Ni Mas Wati" Arsana told the girl in front of him as she reached out handing over a letter that Muhibbin had sent to her.

Sariwati received the letter and immediately opened it. Word by word written on the white paper in his reading, his face seemed to turn pale and not long after the roar of tears flowed on his cheeks. His crying became more and more, Arsana who was in front of him just silently glued to see the scenery in front of him.

With stammering and teardrops, Sariwati looked at Arsana.

"How did all this happen, Bli?"

"How is he doing now?" said Sariwati still clasped tightly to the letter in her hand.

With a heavy sigh, Arsana began to tell him about what she knew. At length the young man described the events he saw while in Manguntur when accompanying Muhibbin, Sariwati clamped and cupped both palms covering his father's face, the girl was as unwilling to cry to hear the news delivered Arsana.

"That's what happened, Ni Mas."

"Bli Ibbin asked me to deliver the letter to Ni Mas."

"He also advised to pick up Ni Mas soon and will take Ni Mas back to his parents' house" Arsana said.

Before long the young man said to the girl in front of him,

"I beg you, Ni Mas."

"Because I must get ready to carry out the mandate of Father Rishi tomorrow before dawn."

"I'm sorry about what Ni Mas and Bli Ibbin have experienced" he concluded, the young man understood that the girl in front of him needed time alone and he immediately moved from where he stood leaving Sariwati alone.

Sariwati looks at Arsana's passing and disappears in the dark of the night.

"It's all my fault." Sariwati muttered still sobbing.

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Note :

*Kakiang: synonym of the word grandfather but reserved for people who are highly respected and have a high position in society

*The physical: inner instructions

*Welcome: sad news about death

*Asram: a term for a college or place of knowledge for Brahmins

*Nabe: role model or professor