Ghaib Clinic: 3 Javanese Swordsman

Bab10s. Shackled Taste

"Sinambat ingfumangi iki

Hamung siro yekti

Eseme kang sweet honey

Duh, nice wong

Tresno lir tirto gumanti

Siro marang roso

Endah rumembak your record

Dadyo angenku saben.

Wengi kadyo setro

Kegowo linggane baskoro

Tanpo condro

Tanpo kartiko's...." (Song lyrics Kepaku kapang cipt. Adif Marhaendra)

There was the sound of singing from the room where the Sahara was being treated. His sukmanya has managed to return and unite with his body since the early hours of this day.

He sat against the wall beside his bed. Her net kept staring straight out the room window. His gaze was empty, his heart that had been carried away with his lover.

"In the morning the singing has made goosebumps aja tu chick," complained Heru.

"Have you checked his condition?" ask Jagad who is preparing to open a clinic.

"Already, mom! It should have been safe, just..," Heru stopped his sentence for a moment, "his luck can still be released at any time! Looks like we still have to keep an eye on him for the next few days!" heru.

"Uhm," Jagad was just a mangosteen responding to Heru's words before finally leaving just to leave Heru to his study.

"Why the hell is a Jagad? Kaya was sad with her face" asked Heru to the Thunder who had just come.

"That's Her! My man also just nyampe loh!" thunder said.

"Who knows, last night in the supernatural happened something like the human refrigerator one! That's why he can turn colder as cold as the north pole, hahahhaha," joked Heru.

"There was nothing, just.." Thunder tried to remember Jagad's attitude to Nyi Kinasih last night.

"What germs?" search Heru in a whispering voice.

"You don't have to be the same about other people's problems. Work! Work! Work, let's get rich!" guntur said to divert the conversation.

"It's prett! Add rich yae monkey!" heru Protest.

"Husshh, lamb! Diamini loh," replied Thunder.

"Wong our work almost every day ngurusin demit really, want rich from where! Except from the beginning you were rich, rich you were. Heritage is many, only child again! Beeehhhhh, why me mas!" cerocos Heru's.

"Your bald neighbor, hahahah! Wae wae you kui Her!" Thunder laughed at Heru's cerocos. According to him, Heru's carelessness can always provide a moodbooster for him.

The age of Thunder and Heru was indeed quite far apart. Guntur first met Heru in the store where they studied martial arts while still in high school, while Heru was still in elementary school. Jagad is the older brother of Thunder class in High School. So among the three of them Heru is the youngest. Who always keep Jagad and Thunder like his own brother.

Drr....

A message went into Thunder's phone. Seen one name on the screen of his phone.

"[The fire factory was at dawn, not knowing what caused it. And the owner had a single accident last night, mas!]" a message from Trisnya that just came in.

"Who, mas?" tanya Heru tried to peek at Thunder's phone screen.

"Mighty kepo!" rutuk Thunder.

"Devil, the most Trisnya!" ledek Heru's.

"See, read!" Thunder showed his Tris message to Heru.

"Innallillahi, kasian employees. Immediate unemployment!" heru.

***

Time feels so fast, the heat of the day has now changed with twilight that is so shahdu.

Tokk....

There was a knock outside the door.

"Maghriban first, le!" the sound of Mrs Handayani reminded Jagad.

"Damnit, buk! Jagad praying in the room!" answer Jagad.

He immediately got up from his seat and immediately stepped foot into the bathroom.

Jagad immediately performed the magrib prayer alone in his room. Continued by chanting the holy verses of the Qur'an that sounded so melodious in the ear.

***

The clock is set at 9pm, the door of the clinic is fully closed. The jagad came out of his room to see the state of the Sahara.

"Night, sir, buk!" greet the Jagad to both Saharan parents.

"Eh, yes! Night, Mr. Jagad," replied the two Sahara parents.

"How is the Sahara? Do you want to eat?" ask Jagad.

"No, sir! From this morning just a night, chattering while crying, if he was tired he went back to sleep again rich now," explained the mother.

"Prophey, sir, buk! Hopefully slowly Sahara can accept everything and return to normal life as before" said Jagad while changing the infusion fluid attached to the hands of the Sahara.

"Aminn, sir!" say both Saharan parents at the same time.

Jagad left Sahara and his parents headed to the backyard. He sat alone on a wooden bench that had always been his favorite place to be when he wanted to be alone.

It sulut a cigarette tucked in his fingers, he suctioned and exhaled the smoke slowly. His net was staring straight at the stars of the night sky. It is clear that mass events have completely changed the course of his life.

***flashback on***

The sound of siren ambulance so deafening the ears. Apparently some evacuation officers passed by carrying stretchers containing several climbers who were victims of landslides.

One of the students was found in critical condition. The teenager in his Junior High uniform who had been filled with graduation graffiti looked so pale and cold.

Followed by the arrival of a stretcher containing the body of a middle-aged man, which they found in the same location as the location of the discovery of the previous Junior High School.

The middle-aged man, known as Prayudha, was found hugging the teenager tightly. Seen a graduation letter still tucked in his jacket pocket, with the name Jagad Wahyu Linduaji.

Jagad and his father were victims of a landslide, while celebrating their graduation by climbing a mountain together for the first time. Who's mad, it's the first and last time Jagad climbed with his father.

After the accident, Jagad was declared in a coma for almost 6 months. However, strange things began to happen.

The jagad felt every memory of him begin to swirl around his head. Memories of childhood, adolescence, adulthood and even the memory of her tragic romance continue to repeat in her head. He seemed to be sucked into a past memory that had never experienced before.

"Correct..," the first word that came out of his mouth was so conscious.

He was in a daze for a few months. His memories kept swirling around filling his head. Like a shell with two souls, to make Jagad no longer able to recognize his own identity and prefer to shut himself in the darkness of his room.

"Le, when are you going to be like this? Where else should I take you for treatment? So that you want to talk and cheer again like before, do not continue to lock yourself up like this Jagad," persuaded Mrs Handayani to Jagad who was sitting pensively beside the window of his room. His sobs sounded so heart-wrenching Jagad who was still silent.

"Yet." a word came out of the mouth of the Maize that had been locked for months.

"Yes, le! Thank God you want to talk again, hikhikhik," Mrs Handayani immediately grabbed the child's body into his arms. "Say, le! What was? Tell me mom, what do you want, le? Mother..," Mrs Handayani was seen showering Jagad with her long stout.

"Look! Slow down!" cut off the Jagad while breaking away from the embrace of the mother.

"Mother, hikhikhik, I'm just happy you finally want to talk to me again, le!" said Jagad's mother.

"Oh, actually Jagad's scared buk! Outside the room, there were many creatures such as large and terrifying tall monsters waiting for the Jagad. Every time Jagad says, they're getting closer to Jagad buk!" obviously the Jagad to the mother with a voice so slow.

"What do you mean, le?" ms. Handayani is increasingly worried about the state of Jagad.

"That, buk!" point the Jagad towards the open door of the room with an expression so frightened. "Hum, Jagad was afraid of buk.., mother...." The world is getting hysterical.

Bruggh....

The body of the cornstarch unconscious in the lap of his mother.

Seriate....