Gondo Flower

Chapter 39: Night

The wall clock ticked, Room IV of the jasmine corridor was still filled with doctors and nurses. Alingga waited anxiously, it was half an hour still no certainty what was going on in there. The nurse wrapped the wound in the leg of Yanto mas with gauze up to several layers, the doctor checked several notes to make sure the condition of his patient was stable.

A nurse met Alingga, carrying a message from the doctor who handled Yanto mas. Alingga immediately went to see a doctor.

“Mr guardian of the patient?” The doctor asked politely.

“True, what happened to my friend?”

“Good, Patient experiences hypovolemic shock due to body losing so much fluid!”

“Ciran? “

“True sir, the patient had a serious enough burn that he lost a lot of blood. We are working on getting a donor who matches his blood.”

Alingga was silent, she did not understand what was really happening. What kind of burns does this doctor mean.

“Burn wounds how do doc?” Alingga's eyes squinted, her brain trying hard to think.

“Some time ago one of our nurses found a patient whose condition was like that, but strangely enough, only his body was burned while the sheets and items around him were fine. We the hospital also do not understand what really happened, logically Patients who are in the recovery stage are unlikely to be able to move freely, this is still a mystery that we have not been able to solve.”

Alingga was silent, her eyes looking at the back of the doctor who had walked away. Mas Yanto was lying in a hospital bed with bandages wrapped all over his legs, he was still unconscious, Alingga went inside to ascertain his own doubts.

Inside the room Alingga stared bitterly, emptiness was drawn from the glare of her sharp eyes, several times she was bluffing her strong strong teeth, venting her vexation all along. Mas Yanto has begun to regain consciousness, his face dazed, pain in the abdominal area is still not relieved now he has to endure the pain all over his body.

Mas Yanto wanted to say something, he looked at Alingga hoping he understood what he wanted, of course Alingga understood, he immediately put his ear right in front of Mas Yanto's face. Mas Yanto did not know who the red-bred woman who had previously visited him, but with his detailed description could understand Who he meant.

At 1 p.m., Alingga was still awake. The lights outside the room continued to flicker, the hallway was quiet, total silence in the middle of the metropolitan city. Across room IV of the flower courtyard can be seen, from the large window on the North wall of the courtyard was drenched in a spatter.

Alingga opened the brown-coated book that she had brought from the Slamet Mbah house, page by page she opened. On the last page alingga saw something so surprising, a ritual melting Sukma mentioned with a very large writing. Black and white are interrelated, unlike the previous pages, on this page is written anything that is needed to break a Starch node.

Alingga tried to understand it again, she had to collect the lewung dolls scattered in several places. The devotees use this doll to hold Sukma from its victims, the more the growth will be the greater the strength obtained.

Alingga seemed to think she did not know where Wijaya hid all the dolls. Of the many things that he understood, Wijaya was not a person who was easily guessed, he must have anticipated everything, especially something very valuable that could not be placed in a careless place. The only person who can give him a clue is gone, no one else right now can help him complete his task.

A sharp gaze highlighted the linga from his white eyeball. A creature stood across the window, trying to show its power, giving terror from its irregular form. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Alingga did not waver, her lips began to mutter while looking at the creature, showing her courage. Alingga is neither a shaman, nor a mandraguna sakti. However, something flowing in his blood was not a power gained without effort, but a power he had learned for many years, to grow a golden fruit that could now be plucked when he needed it.

Whether what the creature can do, its aura does not look friendly, hatred thrives without being nurtured. Alingga vomited blood, her chest tight and breathing difficulties.she gripped firmly on the collar of her shirt, her eyes filled with determination.

Nan's black creature was tall, crawling on the ceiling of the hospital. The blackish viscous liquid dripped as long as it passed, the smell was foul, anyone who smelled it would not stand even a second in that place.

Alingga realized his position was not favorable, if he continued the resistance there might be more creatures that visited the hospital. It was not the curious ghosts that floated about, but the demons that were trying to seize his soul, for the perfection of their ritual.

Alingga retreated to Mas Yanto, while here she could not do much. Alingga made a circle of shields to protect them from the creatures of the softened universe, he splashed a water in a small bottle to form a circle around it. He didn't know how it worked or didn't— But, he still did it because it was the only way he thought.

Mas Yanto heard the noise that Alingga made, as his eyes opened, right above him a black being tried to tear apart his weak body. However, something hinders the creature from getting closer, perhaps Alingga's way of succeeding. At least for now they are safe, but there is no guarantee this way will last for quite a long time.

The blue curtain is forcibly drawn, blocking the forms of creatures of various forms. Alingga stared from behind the curtain of figures standing neatly lined up trying to break through his final defenses. They still had not given up, exerting all of their strength to break through that Shield.

If only Alingga moved faster, of course everything would not be this complicated. He also contributed to the death of Mbah Slamet, he should not have left the old man in a crucial moment like this. Alingga should be able to get more clues from Mbah Slamet. Whatever power all has come to pass, there is nothing to be regretted, the destiny of man has been determined by the creator. It only depends on the man himself, how he will change the destiny that ensnared him in an endless circle.