
The dark night was increasingly glowing and a reddish tinge began to appear in the eastern horizon, the wind train troupe that brought Sariwati and the Bhayangkara down the Galuh banjar road to the coastal city.
The train driven by Sariwati was flanked by the Bhayangkara who escorted to his left right with Sanglir and Sentot leading in front as the road opener.
Until some time the group also entered the border of the coastal country. Bhayangkara's entourage, which was carrying him to the outskirts of the city, agitated and wondering, Sariwati followed Bhayangkara's entourage and realized she was not heading to the city.
The group headed to an old house and seemed to be seen in the corners of the building guarded by people dressed in Bhayangkara clothes.
In her heart, Sariwati wondered what place she was referring to, "Why did I get here, why did they take me to a place like this?" muttered Sariwati.
But the girl was only silent in the struggle of her mind, from the look of her face was a nervousness and a question mark.
Suddenly the group stopped at an old house that looked long uninhabited.
Sariwati asked in her heart, "what is this place?" muttered the girl as she swept her gaze around the old building and guided her wind carriage.
Gathering her courage, the girl asked Sanglir, one of the Bhayangkara who had brought her,
"What is this place, why are we here? why don't we go to Timoti's dad's?" a series of questions posed by Sariwati to Sanglir.
"Why have I been brought to this place, who are you?" ask the girl back.
With a sly grin and eye-sawning, Sanglir said to Sariwati,
"Ni Mas will know for himself."
"Let's follow me, Ni Mas? your presence is awaited inside." said the nude man to Sariwati.
Squinting her eyes and linking her eyebrows together, Sariwati asked again,
"Whatchu mean? who's waiting for me inside?"
"You don't mess with me, I wouldn't be happy to know that his son has been played with and treated so indecently!" hardik Sariwati on Sanglir.
The girl intended to turn the train she was leading and was about to pass from the place, but Sanglir's hand held the steering wheel of the Sariwati wind car and blocked it.
"Ni Mas don't make it difficult for me, let's come with me inside" said Sanglir with intimidating sharp eyes as he led Sariwati into the old building.
"Take me off! who're y'all?"
"You are not Bhayangkara's army!"
"You don't be rude to me!"
"I'll report you to Dad!" peeking Sariwati, the girl thrashed and tried to escape the two people who took her.
"Take me off!"
"What place is this, what do you want from me?" sariwati chuckled back while continuing to wriggle from the grip of Sanglir's hand which pulled him assisted by one of the men who also wore Bhayangkara clothes.
The sound of the door of the old building rattling opened Sentot who walked in front, while Sanglir was still seen dragging Sariwati assisted by a man who was also dressed Bhayangkara.
The dim light in the room, making the eyes slightly blocked, but at the end of the building, precisely near a window appears to stand a figure with a view pointing out of the building.
Sanglir brought Sariwati to the main room of the building, seen a chair in the middle of the room and sat Sariwati in the chair.
Sariwati kept thrashing and yelling at the people who carried her.
"Take me off!"
"What do you want from me?"
"Where's my dad?" screeched the girl with a reddened face full of anger.
The people in the room no one opened their voices including Sanglir. It was seen that the man left Sariwati towards the body figure near the window, Sanglir seemed to whisper something to the person in front of him and it was not long before the two approached Sariwati who continued to thrash and rebuke the people who flanked him.
The clattering of footsteps and the sound of the pounding of shoes broke the silence of the room, a large tall man with a fierce face approached Sariwati.
"Welcome, Ni Mas."
"I hope my men don't bother you on the way here." the heavy voice of the man greeted Sariwati, a cold smile on his lips.
"Martin?" peekik Sariwati gasped at the person in front of her.
"So this is all you and you're pretending to be Bhayangkara's army?"
"Don't tell me that this is all Habsari's scenario?" hardik Sariwati on Martin.
The girl knew Martin as one of her family's bodyguards, Martin was one of the leaders of Garuda Merah, the special forces that escorted and tasked with ensuring the safety of the Harsuto dynasty's extended family.
"I've been expecting and not surprised by your reaction, Ni Mas."
"We've been tracking Ni Mas for a few weeks" the man said coldly.
Sariwati snorted angrily at Martin's reply, the girl flailing back but two Red Garuda members dressed as Bhayangkara held her captive.
"Bad! untie me!"
"I'm going to put all this on Papi Bendowo and Dad!" hardik Sariwati on Martin.
The man remained calm with a cold face looking towards Sariwati.
Suddenly from the back, footsteps approached them and said to the people in the room,
The Red Garuda members immediately left the room as well as Martin who had previously bowed his body saluting the person who had just arrived.
Sariwati's eyes widened to see the figure that was now in front of her,
"Sister, it turns out you're behind all these riots!"
"I hate brother!" pekik Sariwati's.
Stammering the girl said again,
"What is their fault so that with the heart, the brother committed the atrocity that made the whole family of Muhibbin suffer until his mother and brother died and his adoptive father, who was his father, his nephew as well as his foster sister are currently struggling between life and death as a result of the actions of brother!" the girl couldn't hold back her anger.
Sariwati's teary eyes vented everything she felt on the figure in front of her who was none other than Hapsari.
With a cold face, the eldest daughter of Mr. Bendowo looked at her sister who was sitting in the chair in front of her.
Habsari said,
"Didn't I warn you to hand over the Rain Jade box you have to me!"
"If you hadn't been stubborn and underestimated me, none of this would have happened. The youth family of the village will not die because of the actions you caused with your beloved man." hardik Habsari to his sister.
Sariwati continued to cry in front of her brother, her father's face was covered in tears looking at Habsari full of disappointment and anger.
The girl said,
"Brother is a man who has no heart and no feelings, you can do anything to achieve What you want."
"From a long time ago, my brother never loved me and never thought I existed as your brother."
Sariwati said full of anger.
Hapsari only snorted at the words of his sister, his gaze grew cold intimidating, the Ayu woman said, saying,
"You know what suffering is, your life has always been good and spoiled by papi and mami."
"Do you know what I've been through all this time?"
"Because of papi's ambition as heir to the Garuda Gold dynasty, Papi could throw me into the Land of Wind and separate me with my Beloved Angga, all that papi did only for the sake of the treasure and honor of the descendant of king Harsuto."
"Do you know that? indeed Angga is not a descendant of blue blood, but I love him very much and with the heart of papi separates me with him, especially at that time papi with his power and influence alienates Angga and his entire family to make them miserable."
"Don't you teach me what suffering is, because I've experienced it and all my dreams are buried by papi ambition" Habsari told his sister.
From the corner of Habsari's eyes flowed clear grooves of tears, the shadow of the past flashed through his mind, the ayu woman recalled the incident twenty-two years ago, the, where he established a relationship with a young man from the Coconut Country named Angga.
Angga is a friend of Habsari in a business education place that is quite famous in the Coconut State.
The young man was the son of a wealthy and quite distinguished merchant and had a great influence on the middle-class group of the Emerald kingdom.
At that time the Garuda Gold dynasty was fighting people who wanted to overthrow the ruler of the Emerald kingdom who was none other than the late king of Harsuto and every rebel in exile in a remote island that is not depopulated.
Even some of the rebels were executed to quell the upheaval caused by merchants and the middle class who did not agree with the monopoly policy of business by the power circle and the royal family.
Angga's parents were one of the activists driving the rebellion and were executed while his family including Angga was dumped on a remote island without any news to date.
It was that made the teenage Habsari defy the father and the teenage girl with disappointment immediately followed Angga and his family using an Otto to the dock, to the dock, but the ship carrying her lover had sailed away from the hysterical young Habsari on the edge of the pier.
Mr. Bendowo, knowing the relationship of his eldest daughter to the son of a rebel, went up in black, without waiting for long, Habsari was sent to the Land of Wind on the grounds of managing all the assets of the wealth of the Harsuto dynasty as a form of punishment for having established relations with Angga.
Habsari realized from her daydream, the woman wiped the tears on her cheek.
Looking at the rare sight before her, Sariwati said to her sister.
"I'm sorry about what you're going through."
"But is it fair that you vented your disappointment towards me, especially to the Muhibbin family?"
"Muhibbin is not wrong, brother!"
"Otherwise his family." sobbed Sariwati to Habsari.
Hearing the words of his sister, Habsari's anger again arose, the noble woman's eyes glared at his sister.
"I want to teach you a lesson and repay my heartache to Papi!"
"I want to see him suffer by making you miserable!"
"I want to make Papi feel what I've been feeling all along!" pekik Habsari was full of emotion.
Seeing her elder sister's reaction, Sariwati said,
"Sister! you don't mess with the old man!"
"Let's say whatever, papi's your real father, our parents!" sariwati said no less furious.
"You know what!"
"Since the papi destroyed my dreams and sent me to the Land of the Wind, even then my father has died and he is not my father anymore!" Habsari.
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