Gondo Flower

Chapter 40: A bright morning

The shadow of tall trees began to shade the wooden hut in the middle of the teak forest, the residents were still reluctant to say hello, curled up in the corner of the room to dispel the cold that froze their bodies overnight. Salt is still held in his right hand, Sharif several times evaporated so that his consciousness is maintained.

The dark circles under his eyes made it clear he had not slept all night, fighting his own nightmares. If only he had not done so, perhaps he should have joined the zainal, lying on the floor covered in a shroud.

Mbah Ladi walked slowly with the help of his wooden stick, step by step the distance of the two was getting closer. Wrinkled hands gently stroked Sharif's sleepy head, Sharif flinched, looking up at the exact pair of eyes that meet each other.

"In resiki sek lee you e, bar kui no popo lek arep Tilem!" (In first clean the body, after that if you want to sleep papa!)

Syarif smiled, asserting Ladi's words. The salt that almost fused with his palm he put it back to its place. He went through a wooden door and stopped on the porch. The light of the sun hypnotized him in a moment, his mind wandered to remember the events of last night, suddenly his body was twitching, shuddering in horror mixed with disdain.

These few days his body had not been touched by the slightest bit of water, a series of events forced him to drown in fear. Many problems still do not find a bright spot, one by one gnawing mentally, into a time bomb that can explode at any time.

In the wooden room Syarif again drowned in his daydreams, he was still unconscious since there was a figure who was observing every movement of his gerik. Every single dipper of water fluttered his head back, each time it also appeared a lump of hair that sank as Sharif stared at the clay jug in the room.

Once again the blob began to appear when the eyes of Sharif again closed. The blob began to spread, its long strands snaring Sharif's neck, pulling forcefully, drowning his head right into the clay jug.

Sharif stomped his feet a few times, small bubble bubbles began to appear in the ripples of water ripples, several times he tried to pull his head, but unfortunately every time it rebelled, it rebelled, the hair was getting tighter strangling her.

A man forcibly pulled Sharif's shoulder, spontaneously sinking head immediately raised. Sharif's breath was wheezing, his heart was pumping faster, several times he checked the base of his neck, There was not the slightest wound with a mark on it. Sharif looked at the man closely, until his breath could be controlled again.

"Sampean why mas?"

Syarif is still silent, his mind is chaotic even the question of the driver he did not hear.

"MAS!!" The driver shouted, patting Sharif on the shoulder until the interlocutor gasped.

"Sampean why?"Repeated questions from the driver.

"Mas sek! Enteni!" (It's a minute! Waitamin!) Sharif immediately caught up with the man, he took his clothes in a hurry. When the distance was already 5 meters from the wooden booth, he slightly turned to make sure what happened before him. Inside the clay jug, a piece of head suddenly appeared, eyes that had previously been closed wide open staring at Sharif with a grinning smile.

Syarif buru caught up with the driver who was 3 meters away from him, to be honest to meet with delicate creatures in the middle of the day is not a good sign. Syarif preceded the road without daring to look back, the driver looked at him in confusion when he saw Sharif walking only wearing ******** wet. He frowned without knowing what was being felt by the person before him.

On the other side in the living room, Mbah ladi sits cross-legged directly above the head of Zainal and Laras, the shroud is still not open, the seven-shaped flowers have not been cleaned. The old man's eyes were closed, his lips trembled several times, occasionally he took a deep breath set his chest that bloomed.

Sharif was in the doorway staring at his teacher who was sitting cross-legged, his mind drowning in sadness, his look not showing the slightest happiness. Sharif stepped in followed by the driver, he walked tiptoed so as not to disturb the peculiarities of his teacher. However, Syarif still did not realize the driver behind him had disappeared.

In Syarif's room was surprised to find someone lying on a wooden bed, he rubbed his eyes several times to ensure his vision. True the skinny silhouette belonged to the driver who had delivered him to this hut.

"Mas.. My mother!" Sharif approached the person, beside the bed still in a standing position, Sharif shook the body of the person who was half asleep.

The driver flinched, sitting next to the bed with his head still dizzy. He looked at Sharif, his gaze still not clearly drawn, as the figure in front of him called back, he was just aware of the dreamland that kept on hypnotizing his.

"Samples can be here? Didn't she just come with me to the back?" tanya Syarif curious.

The driver who was asked did not understand anymore. From that moment he wrestled with his beautiful dream that had disappeared for several days, hearing Sharif's question made his head even more sick. He again laid his body without answering the person's questions, trying to connect the beautiful dream that had been cut off.

"MASS!!" This time Sharif shouted loudly, not without cause, he tried to dispel the fear that began to stop in his mind. The driver woke up, he randomized his hair, his head was very dizzy, in addition to Sharif who continued to disturb his rest, his head was really going to explode.

"Ah-h No Mas!! I slept here!" the driver replied in a lazy tone.

"Senengan no other work other than to disturb people rest! Dizziness my head until I shouted continuously from earlier! Where else is le sampaan? I'm like a pervert like that!" After finishing removing the unackles the driver back to sleep, it turns out the driver's speech is very piercing in depth. Syarif clearly remembered the figure who approached him in the back room, if not the driver, then who? his mind was back washed away.

The cold morning air came in from between the windows, Sharif was still staring at the driver who had been sound asleep, until some time he just realized, put back on his clothes, and then he was asleep, then go to the guest room approaching Mbah ladi who still has not moved from his place.