Gondo Flower

Chapter 36: Village

At midnight in the jasmine corridor, dim lights along the hallway whirled the guts of anyone who passed through the hallway. A young nurse carried a medicine tray with great caution, her tempo steps displaying the graceful aura of an ayu face and blushing lips.

A hysterical cry sounded from the room numbered IV. The nurse immediately ran to where the voice came from. Unfortunately when the nurse arrived, the voice was no longer heard.

The door creaked, a spacious room with several hospital beds that were still empty. Of the six beds, there was only one bed occupied by the patient.

The nurse was so panicked when she found the infusion hose that was no longer in place, not to mention the condition of the patient who was unconscious. The nurse hurriedly contacted the doctor in charge of this patient, lapse not how long the entourage of doctors began to arrive.

Alingga is still walking casually in the hospital hallway, he is still not aware of the condition of Yanto mas which is now very critical. He walked through the rose corridor and then the orchid corridor. Actually, he had arrived since then, but there was something he had to take care of so late to visit Yanto mas.

When Alingga arrived in the room mas Yanto, the room was already filled with several nurses who were handling his patients. One of the nurses asked Alingga to wait outside the room. Alingga insisted to enter but the nurse was also so sturdy her defense fortress, finally Alingga relented and waited outside the room.

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The reddish light was still painted in the twilight sky, the breeze swaying the leaves in the expanse of cornfields. The two people looked at each other for quite a long time, both of them similarly put on a confused expression.

Syarif again checked the bumper of the car that had previously been checked by the driver, but the results remained the same, there was not the slightest scratch on the part.

"Mas.. It's there!" said the driver while pointing towards the dirt road.

Sharif looked in the direction indicated, a woman lying on the dusty ground.

"Bak Baras!" Sharif rushed towards the woman.

His condition was severely injured, the barrel half-conscious as Syarif lifted his body to be carried into the car. The wound on his palm was still dripping blood, Sharif bandaging the wound with his clothes to stop the blood that was unceasingly dripping.

The driver immediately ran his vehicle towards the village of laweh at the end of this road. It was indeed not a long distance away, so they could arrive at that village in just a dozen minutes.

"Low blood iki!" sharif said spontaneously.

The driver glanced at Sharif with a face that was difficult to read. "Lack of Blood!" his words are short with a view that is still focused forward.

Syarif is still looking at the back seat, I don't know what is so disturbing his mind that his gaze becomes empty.

Sharif has bad memories with his mass, hard street life makes him exploited irresponsible people. However, it is a miracle he was able to come out of the black hole that threw him in a vacuum, he was adopted by a family that is quite located to be able to get a higher education compared to his peers.

"Mas..this is where I nganternya?"

"Yes until the destination, do you want to be in the middle of the road again?" answer Sharif relax. The driver seemed to think for a moment, he shuddered when he remembered the previous incident.

"The house at the end of there is a bamboo tree!" syarif said while pointing to a wooden house surrounded by teak trees with bamboo fences.

The black car immediately entered the courtyard of the house overgrown with a little weed. Under the tree the car was parked. Sharif lifted the zainal from the door on the left, he leaned it on a pole on the porch of the house.

There was no one there, but the doors and windows were wide open. Syarif stared at the manger in the corner of the courtyard, his memory replayed as he and Alingga were forcibly hung with their heads down. He was often punished for making too many mistakes.

After a few minutes a man who was very old came out of the house with the help of a wooden stick. His stature was thin with gray hair.

"Chah.. " Sharif immediately stood up to help Mbah ladi to sit down.

"Wes, don't you!" said the old man softly.

Mbah ladi put his cane not far from where he sat, he closed his eyes and set his breath as calm as possible.

"Opo news?" Sharif did not answer. However, it seems that she already knows what happened when she looked at Zainal's body near the pole. He then hinted that Sharif would approach the body of the zainal.

"Gapopo iki! Ben Alingga tuntaske dik." said Mbah ladi calmly. He pressed on Zainal's forehead for a while before saying Zainal was fine.

Sharif can calm down like never before who was always was was. All this starts from him, if he never took a cheap boarding house like that, of course Zainal will not be dragged into this problem. However, he was also grateful that the three of them could get together again.

Sharif took a bowl of salt from the kitchen, he was ordered by Mbah ladi to sprinkle around the house with salt for three rounds. At that moment Mbah ladi felt an unwearing aura that this guest brought. However, that does not mean only with a handful of salt creatures next to nature can be conquered, the salt only inhibits the black auara can not touch anything in it

That night after Sharif finished his task of sowing salt around the house, she went into his room, he did not allow anyone to enter. While the four of them, sitting in the middle room just with a mat.

Their barrel lay right beside Zainal, they were covered in a shroud that covered the tip of his toes all the way to the tip of their hair. Sharif was assigned to look after them, as well as the driver who previously did not know what he was now involved. Actually it could have been after delivering Sharif to his destination he returned. However, the driver was afraid that the same incident would happen again to him, so he chose to stay, at least until the problems that dragged him out were completely resolved.

Zainal's body convulsed along with the raging outside wind hitting the windows and wooden doors, as well as the barrel the condition is not much different from Zainal, it was as if there was a flow of electricity that stung their bodies forcing their internal organs to stop working.

Sharif did not know what to do, he was only asked to guard, he also did not dare to report it to Mbah Ladi. Syarif just sat staring at his best friend is struggling to escape death.