Gondo Flower

Chapter 14: Getting Stuck

pov Zainal's

The night wind blows violently swaying the twigs of tall trees. The sound of night animals singing accompanies the restless nature, Just as I had not calmed down from earlier warning Alingga who had not returned.

I'm sure there are a lot of things that bother the boy, as his friend sometimes I feel guilty can't help but always complicate him.

I'd better find him, but it's night. Considering last night's incident in the flower yard, of course I have no guts anymore to step foot in the night.

"Nat?"

Sharif rebuked because I was just pacing at the door.

"Why you?"

I'm silent he doesn't care, he should know what I'm worried about .

Tok.

The sound of knocking on the wooden door? Wh who?.

Sharif glanced at me was was was, the sound of a slow tempo knock was still heard.no other Voice, is it possible Alingga? why is he knocking?

At that time I thought it was Alingga, but mas Yanto held me back. Mas yanto went forward pulling me back away from the door, maybe he was worried that I would do something careless.

"Ojo is open!" (don't open!) mas Yanto.

The sound of knocking vanished, but after hearing the voice of the woman behind the door.

"Le... Ibuk"

Like being struck by lightning hearing a familiar voice, mother?

Mas Yanto held me back, it felt like the voice was starting to hypnotize . The knocking got faster, a sound was heard calling from outside. My joints are under the control of others, I have no power over my own body.

I began to have difficulty controlling, although mas Yanto had been holding me but my body seemed to get more strength. He bounced on the wooden bed, doni and Syarif did not escape help but unfortunately their strength was not enough to make me stop.

It felt like once I refused, but this body moves on its own.

The door was wide open, A woman in red stood upright in front of the door. Yellowy? this thing is what she wants, I never get into trouble with her why she bothers me.

As if called, my foot stepped by itself toward the woman in red. Masses.. In my heart I screamed out a call, this woman is different from last night. I did not see the face of ayu like Overnight, in front of me the face was smashed black with a dripping black liquid.

Shit, no one heard my screams, they were locked inside when I passed the door.

It took me out of the building.

This creature why, my body is interested in floating into the air. I stared kemuning sticky, Every detail I remember.

Bruck..

Falling attracted to the gravitational force of the earth, my body hit the damp ground. The woman floating dominatingly showed her strength, I am no match for her.

Yellowing down right in front of me, the shawl cloth moved to snare his feet barefoot.

The matter of pain was certain, the woman dragged me on the ground, the skin rubbed against the pebbles and something that was somehow stabbing piercing deeply.

Stop please!

My voice is gone, my tears are no longer stifled. Blood flowed from the scratched arm, I couldn't see clearly my skin it felt like it was sliced through thousands of knives.

The woman stopped, threw me towards the trunk of the pine tree. My body was pounding hard as if the whole bone had been crushed. I tried to stand up but it felt limp, Kemuning tried to control me again .Stifling the throat Very Tight, I can't breathe. But at a critical moment, the kemuning stopped.

"Mass?" said foreign woman.

Then the servants of the Vijaya family came to help me stand up, they brought me into the building near the main pavilion.

I'm very grateful this guy showed up at the right time, otherwise my life would have been floating in the hands of the kemuning.

"Whose mom?" ask me

"Laras mas," said the woman.this woman is very beautiful with her hair draped.

"Without?" I'm surprised isn't the barrel condition this morning not like this.

"Don't be surprised mas, anyway this morning we've met" said laras reassured.

I was surprised because the appearance of the barrel is different from before, at this time she looks so beautiful and graceful in a kebaya dress with hair that is stroked. She looks like a Goddess, her beauty fascinates me. Even I almost forgot myself.

"I'm Zainal mbak" said I introduced myself

"I already know mas "said laras with a sweet smile.

His smile was extremely beautiful, when compared to the others it was certainly not comparable.

"Why?"

"With princess ne Wijaya mbak?" (You're Wijaya's daughter mbak?)

"Well, asma kulo dyah ayu laras ningtyas" said the woman

"Yes I've stayed, '" Laras left the room where I rested.

My body still feels sore, I close my eyes slowly but, suddenly I smell a very strong frangipani aroma. Grave scent?

The woman in the white dress stood there, staring at me despite not having eyes.

This woman again, I haven't seen her for a long time, there's more to her business with me.

"Guil.."

I was surprised, the woman let out a voice, did she mean me?

"Thank Ibuk!" said the woman was getting closer.

"Lungo le" said the woman again

My body is bristling, that woman has no intention of retreating. He's getting closer, but it's weird that he's not doing anything aggressive, as if he just wants to get the message across.

The woman disappeared, when it arrived just the barrel went inside . Baras smiled at the doorway, he ordered his servants to leave.

What he wanted to do, I couldn't say a word as he took off all his clothes one by one. The heat rush roused evoking a sense that had long been buried, Laras approached to lean his head to the shoulders. A warm gust gently swept over the base of my neck, the body slinging as the barrel began to touch the sensitive area.

I could barely hold it anymore, Soda began to force her out of her tightly closed valve. No this is wrong, but the body feels very eager to plunder.

I gave up not taking it anymore, I served where he wanted to take me flying .

Her gentle touch made me not want to turn away, I stuck and further tighten the knot of starch base ruwah. There is no other choice, now I have become part of the Wijaya family.

I only hope that Alingga realizes this, releasing me from the starch knot that binds the tribe with the barrel. If not then I will be trapped forever, becoming part of Ruwah's pedestal.