Jaka Umbara; The Wind Warrior

Help that did not arrive

Jaka gets up and rushes to find the person he can find to help the wounded Dawul. Dawul was about to grab Jaka's hand, but could only touch the wind, his hand was too slow to grab Jaka's hand. He could only see Jaka leaving him alone.

Jaka ran looking for someone several tens of meters away and found two old men who were walking home from looking for firewood.

"Uncle, please, help me!!" Jaka said gasping.His breath was against each other with the beating of his heart.

"What's up, kid? Why are you running around? Is something going on?" ask one of the parents that Jaka met.

Jaka just pointed.His breathing has not looked normal. He was still adjusting his breathing to be regular little by little.

"What's bothering you?" said another person asked out of curiosity.

After her breathing began to settle down, Jaka immediately opened her voice. "Please! Please.my friend ..he is injured, he needs immediate help. I beg!" jaka Pinta. The two old men carefully observed Jaka, observing the truth of Jaka's words.

The clothes were slightly shabby and dirty, the hand that held the wooden branch full of blood made it difficult for both of them to immediately believe the words that Jaka conveyed.

The two old men looked at each other, either believe it or not. The two eventually decide to follow Jaka and rush to the place that Jaka showed.

While at another time, Dawul still struggling with the tremendous pain that torments him. He fought between life and death. He had no idea where Jaka had gone to leave him alone. Half his body felt numb, his hands were hard to move, his mouth felt tightly locked. The surrounding view was a bit blurry and started to dim. "Ahh, is it possible that I will not be able to last long until Jaka returns," Dawul's inner self is now almost completely numb, the light in his eyes begins to dim, and his entire senses have almost lost their function, only his vague thoughts were still felt.

"Jaka.I'm sorry! I couldn't hold out much longer. Live for our friendship. Thank you for being the only friend I have." A moment later, Dawul's mind was completely lost along with the loss of Dawul's entire consciousness.

Jaka and the two old men he met on the street had reached the place where Dawul was.

For the sake of seeing the helpless Dawul, Jaka sat down limp. His eyes began to tear and tear. There was not the slightest sound that Jaka could speak. However, his sobbing clearly illustrated how devastated his feelings were back then.

That day after Dawul was brought home and buried, suddenly rumors surfaced that scapegoat Jaka that it was he who made Dawul lose his life. Although not in the immediate sense of the statement, the emergence of rumors really makes Jaka uncomfortable, as if people accused him of killing Dawul. Without looking at the truth, some people immediately make unsubstantiated speculations. He who initially intended to help Dawul, felt like he had nothing to look at others, even when he decided to settle in another area, the rumors never disappeared with his disappearance.

Jaka still remembers the incident occasionally. It's hard to just forget that incident. The shadows of the incident sometimes make him feel a little sad when he thinks about it, and sometimes also make him want to really forget it. It is also about the innocence bestowed upon him who has taken the life of the man who raised him lovingly.