Gondo Flower
Chapter 37: The Shack
The streets were quiet under the scorching sun, dust flying in the breeze. A black car parked on the side of the road without a driver, not far from there there is a hut between towering tree trees.
By dusk, the hut had yet to show who it belonged to. A middle-aged man came to the hut holding his stomach and neck. Her clothes were dirty with the ground, not to mention her swollen and battered face.
The man entered the bamboo hut whose door was not locked, there was only a wooden box whose lock had also been removed. The man took pains to approach the box with an expression that endured the pain, his bruised face need not be asked again what caused all that.
When the box was opened there was a staircase that jutted down until it was not visible at the end of the base, at the end of the stairs there was only darkness without a hint of light. The man went down one step after another until he completely disappeared from the surface, when he came to the ground there was a door made of wood with carved flowers.
The man knocked several times on the wooden door hoping that someone kind would give him a little hope. Sure enough, no matter how long the old door really opened. Inside were dozens of wooden boxes with one candle burning above each box.
The man who opened the door demanded his guests to enter the room, his stature looking older than the man before.
"Needs and ndi?" " Where's the stuff?" ask the older man.
The person questioned did not immediately answer, he looked at the man before him with a clear face.
"Ndoro neng Jero! By the way dewe, I'm ora ndue right!" (The lady is inside! Say to yourself, I have no right!) said the man while helping his guests stand up.
They entered the hallway with a wall of earth, a long hallway with a stuffy aroma that stifled. The man took her to his employer who had been waiting for news for a long time, while the man looked so desperate when he knew where he was going to be taken
"Kowe understands the fate of e trewelu seng iso nyekel ne prey?" (You know the fate of rabbits that can't catch their prey?) ask a woman wearing a white kebaya in the middle of the room.
The woman asked the man in front of her, the other person in the room was silent, especially a woman whose hands and feet were tied next to the woman in charge.
The man who was asked was silent, he did not dare to interrupt the slightest word of his master
"DEAD!!" said the white woman without taking her eyes off.
The woman then pulled out a machete lying on the ground. The machete was directed at the neck of the man who was wrapped in a mouth, Cold sweat poured out along with the body of the man who began to tremble.
"Juhrie! Wes through seko opo seng mbok promise to!" (Juhri! It's past what you promised!)
The kneeling man immediately begged for mercy, and then gave him a small package wrapped in black cloth. The woman furrowed her brows inexplicably, which the juhri gave was not in accordance with her expectations.
Lasmi orders the man standing behind Juhri to take the package, a moist black package with a red color that imprints after being touched. The smell of carnation is very strong from the package that is being opened, a red blob is clearly displayed that makes the final smile widened.
Lasmi stared at the clingy Juhri, he lowered the machete that had been pointed at his neck. If only Juhri had not immediately given her the booty, her head would have been separated by her neck. Lasmi cannot be underestimated, he is more cruel than the devil himself.
" Nyowo your son is on bail! Ojo wani wani ne breaking your vows!" (Don't dare break your vows!) lasmi lantang.
Lasmi changed to look at the woman tied next to her, her smile widening as she looked at the powerless pithing whimper. His life was already at the end of the stretcher, his face swollen from the unceasing blows showering down on his face.
Lasmi swings her machete right around the neck of the woman who is the wife of Juhri himself. Her cries broke, only because of one failure her family's one life was lost. Juhri did not manage to bring the body of Mbah Slamet to this place as instructed, he should have known what consequences he had to bear for his failure.
The head that had been separated with his body was rolling right in front of Juhri's eyes, he was about to grab a piece of his wife's head but suddenly a sharp object shot and stuck right in the palm of his hand. Blood was dripping down on the ground floor. Juhri groaned in pain as the knife almost pierced through his palm.
Lasmi had no more business here, she stepped away leaving a groaning voice that echoed in the room. His fear did not reveal the slightest bit of guilt after taking one innocent life, he casually ordered his subordinates to clear up what had just happened in the basement.
Juhri clutched her wrist very firmly, the look in her eyes revealed an enormous hatred. He forcibly pulled the knife despite having to endure the pain of slicing the iris every inch of his palm.
"WIJAYAA. "he shouted, while plugging the knife into the ground.
A slightly wrinkled hand touched Juhri's shoulder, and several times patting it turned to calm his friend's hatred.
"Ileng, Rahayu ijek karo the Kuwi family!" (Remember, Rahayu is still with the family!) said the man before taking the head piece and wrapping it in a white cloth. The body he entered into the box in the next room, the box was then on a nail until there was not the slightest bit of air that could break through the cavity. Last time a candle was lit on top of the box just like dozens of other boxes.
Juhri clenched his teeth, the pain in his hands more spread, but the pain in his heart the more he could not bear. He was determined to escape from the trap that bound him with the family, but he also could not carelessly act, misacting his daughter's life was lost.
"Nyowo in bales nyowo!" (His life is baled!) he said softly while clenching his hands. The man who was lighting the candle realized the strange gurgle of the juhri, he knew his friend was being shrouded in such great anger, he did not want to get involved because he himself also had a family, he said, of course he understands how the Juhri feel at this time.
Juhri left the basement along with all her pain, the blood dripping left a trail wherever she stepped. However, that does not mean that his revenge is complete. Always appear new shoots even if one bud has been spilled.
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