Ghaib Clinic: 3 Javanese Swordsman

Bab73s. EXPIRE

The clink of the clock was still so loud it sounded

Screaming of swept leaves 

By the night wind

As if it were a song

For the wounded souls

Wounded by a no-man's sense of longing

Wounded by loss

Bringing forth souls full of wounds

In the quiet and sunyinya of the heart

Three months had passed, Patih Drupala and the Dragon Serpent had never heard of the state of Thunder. His extended family is also willing to leave. Only Trisnya still could not accept. The woman was still trying to find a way, so that she could catch up with Thunder to the Soft Corn that had been locked tightly. His mental state was a little disturbed.

Trisnya sat daydreaming alone on the front porch of her parents' house. His net was staring blankly in any direction. Her lips continue to sing her husband's favorite Javanese songs. Sometimes crying sobbing, then laughing off like a possessed person. However, it was really her. His soul was shaken, so he created his own world with all the memories he had gone through with his beloved heart. Living in the shadow of an illusion that slowly erodes his sanity.

The cries of tears from his parents seemed unstoppable. A beautiful figure with a beautiful voice that now seems to disappear, remains an empty shell that is soulless. Because half of his soul has been carried away by the lover of the heart.

"Eh, pity yes .. beautiful left by her husband, go crazy!" Some residents who passed in front of Lukman's house, whispered to each other when they saw Trisnya condition.

"Hush .. don't discuss. Poor him!" scold one of the citizens.

After the residents passed, Bayu was seen coming out of the house, bringing a blanket for his brother. He hugged Trisnya thin body while covering it with a blanket so as not to get cold.

"Mbak .. It's 11pm, come in yuk! Later in the wind if it continues outside," asked Bayu.

His trice just shook their head, while continuing to sing quietly.

Bayu further tightened his embrace, he rested his head on the shoulder of the brother. He could no longer bear the tears that kept pushing out. He sobbed softly, lamenting the fate of his beloved sister.

"Mhrs ... Bayu kangen's. When is Mommy healed? Bayu wants to kayak first again. Motoran is not necessarily the same direction Mbak, rebbutan, ngobatin people trance together, buy meatballs malem-malem. Inget no Mbak same my SMK friends who always fight for a seat every time I bring Mbak hanging out? Let me be able to sit down, let me take a photo with Ma'am. They continue to. Please, please, please release the Thunder Mas and return again as before ...!" pinta Bayu sobbing.

Hearing Bayu's words, Trisnya paused for a moment his singing. She gently stroked Bayu's thick hair, then returned to singing without stopping her stroking.

Both of his parents just peeked out from the door that was still open. As if unable to get close to Trisnya.

The ringing sound of the phone rang out loud in the ears. Bayu immediately took off his embrace and wiped away his tears. He rode his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and saw who called midnight like this.

"Mas Jagad?" he said when he read the name of the contact who called. He immediately raised the call.

"Hallo, assalamualaikum Mas!" sapa Bayu's.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. How's Mama?" ask Jagad.

"Still the same as always, Mom. But thank God it has never been raging again," explained Bayu.

"Try to get the phone close, let him hear Nawang's rant. Mas again at Lik Baskoro's house," pinta Jagad.

Bayu immediately brought the phone closer to Trisnya's ear who was still singing softly. Until the sound of ambiguous babbling Nawang made Trisnya speechless.

"Nawang .. Mother's child! Hicki ...." Trisnya cried sobbing while reaching for Bayu's phone.

"Yes Mbak, it's Nawang Mbak's son with Mas Gun. Mommy want to see you?" ask Bayu.

Trisnya also nodded in assuring the question of the sister.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow Bayu between Mbak there ya ...! You want to, right?" tanya Bayu enthusiastically.

Trisnya again nodded and stared fixedly at Bayu. His gaze was no longer empty, he seemed to re-awaken from the world of his imagination.

"Nawang .. Sorry Mother, Son! Sorry ...!" Trisnya still sobbing.

Since his mental condition was problematic, the Baskoro family did not allow him to approach Nawang. It was because his Tris was so frequently raging that any recollection of the tragic departure of Thunder. His world seemed to have come to a halt at the time of that fight. Fortunately, his energy has been absorbed into the Pakugeni heritage that returns to the Nawang tribe.

Both of his parents deliberately brought him home to be able to care for and watch over him themselves. They are sure, Trisnya only hit by the departure of her husband. She's not crazy, and they're sure her Tris will come back to her senses like she used to.

Trisnya nodded in assuring Bayu's invitation. Bayu painstakingly led his weak Tris body into the room. After making sure the brother fell asleep, Bayu went to leave him to go to sleep in the next room.

Trisnya feel his body lifted. He breathed deeply into the familiar smell of the body. Then he opened his eyes slowly.

"Mas Gun ...!" trisnya said as she looked at the smiling shade face towards her.

Thunder lowered his Tris body on a wooden chair that was in the middle of a vast expanse of flower gardens.

"Mas, let's go home!" invite Trisnya while reaching for Thunder's soft hand.

Again Thunder just smiled, then gently stroked his Tris cheeks that had been soaked by tears.

"Mas ... Come on anyway!" persuade Trisnya.

Thunder pointed towards the few people who were seen smiling at him. They are Darmo-grandfather Trisnya, Mbah Wiro and both parents of Thunder. They were seen waving their hands at Trisnya while smiling loosely.

"Mas can't promise to return, so please .. take good care of Nawang. Be happy with him! If God wants us to meet again, we will meet again. Get out of your slump, honey!" said it.

Trisnya opened his eyes wide. "Dream only?" trisnya said as she rubbed the sweat that soaked her face. "Your words feel so real, Mom. I'm sorry .. I'm so weak without you." Trisnya back sobbing. This time, however, he felt so conscious.

Seeing the clock that is still showing at 2 pm, Trisnya was reluctant to go back to sleep and chose to pray continued to teach.

"God, Sir. Th-that's Trisnya who's najai again?" nia asked as she woke Lukman up.

"Thank God, Buk. Our son is conscious!" lukman said gratefully.

***

In the house of Baskoro, seen Jagad and Heru who was fondling Nawang in the garden next to the house. Enjoy the cool morning air while taking the child to sunbathe.

"The tour's here, right?" ask Anggun.

Tin ... tin ...!

"That's up!" heru said when he saw his Tris car was parked in the yard.

Trisnya out approaching to where Jagad and Anggun are located. His net brushed when he saw Nawang laughing furiously towards him. He immediately grabbed Nawang and hugged him tightly while covered in tears.

"I'm sorry, son."

The atmosphere was so felt in the luxurious house. Seeing his Tris who suddenly awakened from his illusory world, and normal as ever.

"Speak a minute yuk!" take Jagad when Trisnya is accompanying Nawang who is fast asleep.

"Uhm!" Trisnya follow the steps of Jagad to the park.

They sit side by side, enjoying the beautiful reddish rays that invite dusk.

"Is it still painful?" ask Jagad.

"The pain is incredible, Mom!" replied Trisnya with a brimmed eye.

"Just enjoy the process. One day the wound will heal. Stay strong, because that's what your husband wants. He wants you to be happy, even without his presence. Go back to the clinic when you are ready. Your heirlooms are still neatly tucked away there. Help Heru and Father if you have time, for I will also go!" jagad.

"You want to go, Mom? Whither? What's for?" Trisnya still do not understand the purpose of Jagad.

"Losing them isn't easy for me either, Trisnya. I need some calm. I'll be back when my feelings are calm. I hope you can recover soon and find your happiness. So do I!" The jagad exhales violently while occasionally smoking a cigarette tucked between his fingers. "Why is this cruel fate upon us?"

"Let's know, if only I knew being human would hurt like this. Maybe I'd prefer not to be born!" trisnya.

"Didn't God show everything before man was born? If you used to say 'strong ndak Gusti' that, most also not so born, right?" reply Corn.

"Eh yes .. wow I answered him the most while sleepy so resigned. Haha ...." Trisnya reply accompanied by laughter.

I don't know what they'll do after this. They just want to enjoy the process for the sake of the healing process of a soul full of wounds. Quietly, though they were aware, there was no such thing as tranquility in this world.

"Let's meet again when we both have healed and can live everything sanely. We're still too crazy to go on with it!" Jagad smiled as if saying goodbye to him.

- TAMAT