Jamu Gendong - Young Widow Gebetan Brondong

Chapter 39. Staking out

The cold air typical of the mountains ambushed. Shackling the pores until it feels bone-piercing. Creeping, running from the tip of the foot to the crown.

In the kamling post, Banyu appears to be sitting with Prasojo , Parmin and some other fathers. While holding playing cards, and sipping coffee they seem to have a warm chat tonight. With a jacket, skulls and sarongs feel a little dampen the increasingly gnawing cold.

"Mas Banyu, actually the father was curious about how the story you can be stranded in this village," said one of the Father who wore a black skull.

"I don't remember either, sir. All I remember was climbing with my three friends. But even his name I don't remember." Banyu replied while sipping black coffee in his hand.

"Father was curious, you could fall off that cliff how's Mas' story?" the father is still curious.

Banyu's eyes looked a little bright. Trying to remember things he can remember. "This is what I have taught you so far, sir. When we get lost in the mountains, never follow the stream. Because it will actually lead us to a steep cliff. If we're lost it might be a good idea to turn around to where we were."

"But you're really lucky. Even though you fell off a cliff, you still survived. What a miracle that common sense may find hard to accept."

Banyu smiled knot. "Yes, this is one part of the heart of the author of this novel, sir. So just like her, sir."

"Hahahaha you could have been Mas."

"Actually two days later, you had gone to the post Bambangan, Le. I asked if there were any climbers missing. They answered nothing. All groups of climbers who climbed via the Bambangan post managed to get down the mountain safely" Prasojo said.

"Is that so, sir? That means no reports of loss?"

"The tree is Le."

"Hemmmm. Yes sir it's okay. Anyway, I feel comfortable living here. So let me be in this village first while recovering my memories."

"No problem it's Le. Besides, you know what makes you feel at home. It must be jamu gendong right?" guess Prasojo as he chuckled.

"That's for sure sir. It was your mom who made me feel at home. He's really a herbal medicine for me sir. Which makes my body healthy and fit. Ahahaha!"

The chatter of the people in the kamling post was suddenly interrupted by the sound of someone riding a motorcycle while playing the pull of gas in his hands. As a result, the sound sounded so deafening. The driver disappeared from view.

Banyu who briefly saw the motor was a little flabbergasted. Again the bike was not so foreign in his eyes. His lips gaped wide when he managed to remember who the motor belonged to.

"Loh Le, where are you going? Soon you'll be home."

Prasojo was a little surprised by Banyu's behavior. The young man suddenly got up from his sitting position and and was springy wearing sandals.

"Sir, I borrowed my bike for a moment. I need a moment," asked Banyu with a paring face.

"What needs is Le? It's night, don't be weird!"

"No sir, I'm not weird. This is precisely the future for me, sir" explained Banyu.

Prasojo let out a little slow breath. "Well, Le, but for a moment. Don't you take it long."

"Ready Sir."

Banyu quickly nangkring on a motorcycle owned by Prasojo. Gasps, he drove his bike to follow where the motor he believed was Heru's motorcycle went. Until finally, Banyu arrived at a large courtyard owned by people. Across the street, Heru came to a house. The man was seen knocking on the door until both eyes were perfectly rounded Banyu when he saw Heru greeted by a woman. They look so friendly and eventually get into the house.

"Hahahaha I was finally able to get evidence of Heru's affair. I have to tell Lingga. Uh but how? The phone to take photos of Heru I don't have. Jesus Christ.. Banyu!" monologue Banyu lirih.

Banyu seemed to think hard to make a strategy. He felt he should be able to provide this evidence. And that smile came back on Banyu's lips.

Ahahoooo!!! better, tomorrow I invite Lingga to come to the house. Let Linga see with her own eyes the behavior of her husband be*jat. Hmmmm, Her, wait for tomorrow. I'll embarrass you half to death.

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