Gondo Flower
Chapter 42: The old book
"He's coming.. " Mas Yanto said. His eyes were closed, yet anxiety was painted from his face, he repeatedly mentioned the same sentence, fearing something, fearing death that several times had visited him.
On the other side not far from where he lay, Alingga sat on one of the empty beds with several sheets of paper arranged randomly. On one of the papers that was very shabby, there was a picture of someone who was wrapped around the tendril of the plant, more precisely the tendril came out of the person's body, he said, and wrapped around his own body with sharp thorns in each segment of the plant.
When he heard Mas Yanto began to mingle indistinctly, Alingga approached the man. He shook the body of the man being treated slowly. Mas Yanto's body twitched, the blanket covering his legs slammed into the floor, several times his hands hit his own head, and lastly the hand strangled the base of his neck.
Alingga forcibly pulled out Mas Yanto's hand, she had run out of breath, a reddish mark imprinted from her own giggling marks. Mas Yanto woke up, sitting on a hospital bed with a very chaotic condition.
"Mas.. He's a-comin. That woman she's coming!" Mas Yanto raved again, mentioning about the woman who approached him.
"Relax sek mas, clear story, what do you mean?" Alingga calmed the mas Yanto gave him a glass of water to reduce the dehydration of his body. Moments later when her condition stabilized, she began to tell Alingga about her dream just now, and about the woman who visited her last night.
"The woman came again. Here no, in this room!"
Alingga thought a little, she was still not sure which woman Mas Yanto meant.
"Whom did you say last night, about kemuning? Sampean sure it's kemuning?" ask Alingga to investigate. Mas Yanto glanced at Alingga, his gaze firm, convincing Alingga there was not the slightest lie in his eyes.
"Why is he chasing after Sampean mas? What he's really looking for. "
Mas Yanto could not answer Alingga's question, not because he did not know the answer.
Alingga again sat in the empty bed where the paper cart was scattered, again observing the piece of paper with a tired expression. Sheet by sheet he arranges in order to find the bright spot of his problem. Especially the instructions from the book he brought from the residence of Mbah Slamet.
"Ngga." called Mas Yanto out of his bed.
Alingga turned her head, waiting for the next speech from Mas Yanto.
"You don't want to know where Doni went?" tanya Mas Yanto arrived.
These few days Alingga's mind was quite muddled, he didn't even realize one of them disappeared.
Mas Yanto pulled his head, stared at the ceiling of the room, his hands holding the marks of the knife prick.
"He attacked me!" said Mas Yanto with his right hand clenched. Alingga was wide-eyed to hear the words of Mas Yanto, after so many problems they passed together, how could Doni betray them, let alone attack his own friend.
"B-but not Juhri? I'm dewe seng chasing boy e!" Alingga spoke still from where she sat, as did Mas Yanto, looking at her previous memories as Doni blindly threw a sharp weapon at her.
"Yes, they're both conspiring. From the beginning I was suspicious of karo boy kae."
"Ileng wektu neng kostan, sedurunge your crew teapot. I know how to talk about the deck e Dewean neng njero room e." (Remember when you were at the boarding house, before you came. I once found him talking alone in his room.)
"Initially I didn't think it was a big zinc problem. But, after the deck e mbukak identity asline, it makes sense sopo seng invited to chat kae wektu iku." (I didn't think it was a big deal at first. But, after she opened her true identity, it made sense who she was talking to back then.) Mas Yanto continued to finish the explanation.
Alingga was still in shock, why he was not aware of any eyes in his group, it was only appropriate to know when they entered the main pavilion. Alingga thought too much, then he remembered the Sharif he sent to Laweh village. Alingga had not contacted Sharif for several days, he did not know exactly how they were doing.
Alingga took his cellphone from the backpack, the remaining battery is only 10% because it has been a few days he did not refill. Alingga immediately checked the call history, there Syarif seemed to contact Alingga several times, and the latest was this afternoon when he was burying the late mbah Slamet near his home.
Alingga was agitated, had several times her number contacted did not answer, only the sound rang and ended without an answer. Alingga intends to follow them to his teacher's house, he is worried that something will happen during their trip. Not to mention that he believes is Sharif, he is increasingly agitated considering Sharif who has fainted several times because of fear. What if something happens to them, of course Alingga will feel very guilty for failing to protect those closest to him.
On the one hand Alingga is also impossible to leave Mas Yanto in this condition, seen what happened last night, of course Alingga will not take other risks that can endanger the lives of his friends. He has to make a decision, stay. He believed they would be fine without him, though doubts still eroded his feelings, yet he had no choice but to brace himself.
Alingga back flipping through the old book even though his feelings are still raging, he still has a few days left, at least there are a few clues that he can get from the relics of the Slamet.
There is a page that again seized his attention, the page looks empty but Alingga is very sure there is something written from the page. However, several times he tried a single word never appeared from the page sheet.
Alingga slammed the book hard, she clucked in annoyance, anger peaking in the peppery of her heart's restlessness. He randomized his hair, blaming his inability to solve this problem.
Amidst his uneasiness, he suddenly just remembered something. Alingga sent a message to someone she named Danu, a short message asking him to come to this hospital as soon as possible. However, when Alingga had just sent the message, suddenly the lights on the ceiling of the room went out, the wind rumbled shaking the trees behind the hospital. Alingga clung, he felt the palpation of the hospital bed collecting back the paper he put there, in the dark Alingga faintly saw a figure standing at the entrance, stand up straight waiting for Alingga back off guard.
