Gondo Flower

Chapter 67: The Woman

Juhri sat on the ground with irregular breathing, her body dirty with mud, her shoes lost somewhere. The sweep of the wind calmed her down a little, until just a moment later she wanted to talk.

"Why, mas? I saw this morning that he was still in the back seat." said Zainal as he approached, he gave a bottle of mineral water.

"There's a woman in the woods. Full of scales, and very long" said Juhri not clear, he explained half and half.

Those who were there were confused as to what exactly this man meant. "How mean? What's the long one?" ask Zainal again.

"Woman, long!" juhri said briefly. He was lazy to explain, his brain still could not be invited to compromise. Alingga also did not understand what Juhri meant, he glanced at Danu, quickly Danu averted his gaze avoiding eye contact with Alingga.

Zainal asks Juhri to breathe slowly, allowing Juhri to calm down until she is ready to tell him in detail.

"Last night I saw something in the woods, a trail. As you all fell asleep, I slipped away to check on the trail. I followed the previous path, by settling the precipitate of the trail I followed."Juhri begins the story, she starts from the first time she leaves. Everyone fell silent, listening intently to every word Juhri said.

" The trail leads to the old house, right in front of the terrace the trail disappears. Still carefully, I entered the door that was not closed, I stopped when I saw a Snake, very large, undergoing transformation." Everyone is even more confused by the story of Juhri, what snake undergoes transformation, between believe and not.

"How transformation?"

"Like a demon, he transformed into a human being. The tail split in two, and then the legs came out of the hemisphere."

"Then what happened to you? Why so messed up." asked Zainal.

"The woman is very similar to Rahayu! He pulled my leg, took it to the basement. This morning I heard your voice, but unfortunately my voice was stuck in my throat, I couldn't scream!"

"She's not your daughter anymore, I saw her this morning. Vijaya has sold it to the devil, as his container. I'm sorry I have to say this, there's nothing you can do, he can't be saved." said Alingga, he had as fine a word as possible so that Juhri was not offended. He knew exactly how much love he had for his daughter, he was also prepared with whatever response Juhri would give.

" Yes, I know that. I've seen too much death, too many strange things. I know that very well. But, what's wrong with wishing, there might be a miracle that will restore her to her original form, restore her to my beautiful daughter!" Juhri spoke sobbing, her tears flowing, wetting her cheeks. He looked down at the ground below him, hand squeezing the tip of his black clothes.

The wailing of a father who lost his daughter made everyone grovel, no one could say a word. There is always hope in every difficulty, but for this matter, there seems to be only a dead end. It is not that he must not have hope, it is just that hope will only cause deeper wounds.

Alingga tried to comfort Juhri, the dispute between the two as if it had ended. Alingga could feel her sadness.

Alingga takes Juhri into the car, letting her calm her chaotic mind. The pain in his heart was increasingly slicing, making the wound never heal. The car drove away from the forest area, darting fast on the stretchy road.

Juhri looked back, seeing the place they had been getting away from. Faintly he saw a woman standing behind a thicket, staring blankly at the increasingly distant car, leaving her alone in a quiet forest.