LOST IN JIN VILLAGE
SADNESS ON DARA'S FACE
After making sure the window was properly closed, Dara brought Aril back to the bed.
The palm of the girl's right hand stuck to Aril's back, then pushed him slowly. A confused look still on Aril's face, maybe that's what makes his steps so slow.
After Aril was on the mattress, he chose to sit cross-legged and lean to the end of the bed, which was attached to the wall.
Aril's eyes lifted with a mind drifting, thinking about what exactly he was going through.
Why can't he remember what happened before? Why did he see something, while Dara did not see it? Was the creature gone when Dara arrived?
"Drink this first!"
Dara thrust out a cup filled with warm clear water that she had just poured out of the flask. Aril's heart returned somewhat calm, after gulping down the contents of the cup.
"I feel like I really saw the creature. Looking real," muttered Aril slowly, very slowly. It was as if the murmur was just for himself, and the mutter was indeed not responded to by Dara.
"Where are your parents?" aril asked, when returning the cup to Dara's hand. This is Aril's first question about Dara.
"Mother is coming home from the garden soon. Your daily life is only in the garden" replied Dara, after returning the cup to the table, then she sat on a bench.
Although they sat in different places, their positions were parallel, because the bench occupied by Dara was almost the same height as the bed occupied by Aril.
"Where am I actually? I've never seen you before either." Aril asked again.
"This village is called Lubuk Agung. I have never come out of this village, so it is only natural that Mas never sees me" explained Dara.
"Great Hut?"
Aril repeats the name of a region called Dara. It seemed that he had never heard the name of the area, or perhaps because his memory had not recovered, so he did not remember anything about his past.
"Yes, Great Lubuk!" Dara asserted, as her hands moved tidying up the hair that fell on her forehead.
Aril turned his head, glancing towards Dara who was beside him. The girl with the shady face, replied to Aril with a smile.
Aril turned his head back to its original position. His forehead was wrinkled, trying to remember something related to the name. But in vain, not a single clue was present in his brain.
Maybe this is the name of memory loss .. insomania or whatever the name is, Aril thought. Once again he glanced towards the girl who was beside him.
The virgin?
That's another name for a pigeon. It was all he remembered from everything that had ever been stored in his memory, plus one more ... insomania, but whether true or not, there was a vocabulary called insomania. Aril still hesitates.
Aril hopes that his mind will recover soon. With Dara, and with her frequent interactions with the girl, would be more helpful.
Aril just needs to more intensely communicate with this girl. For that, Aril again prepared a question for Dara.
"Did your mother come to the fields?" Questions like that came out of Aril's mouth.
Actually, the question was just to continue the conversation with Dara. As well as getting to know more, the family of the person who had helped him.
There was a change in Dara's face when she heard Aril's question. A hint of sadness dropped by the girl's pretty face.
Aril's question was answered only with des4han, and a head-butt by Dara. The arm was very slow, as if his head was too heavy to move.
"Where is your mother?"
Des4han Dara turned into a deep breath. A moment of clouding flashed in his eyes. Dara's pretty face began to be shrouded in clouds.
"From childhood I never knew where my mother was," she replied later, her voice sounding soft.
Aril's forehead was furrowed, his thick eyebrows were almost furrowed, his eyes slightly narrowed looking at Dara.
"Did your father never tell you?" Aril asked again curiously.
"Remember .. but until now, you haven't told me where you are."
The girl's head was raised, her face was staring at the ceiling with eyes condensing, which had now contained a water point.
Maybe he did it to prevent the clear from seeping from his eyeballs. Lust was increasingly evident on the girl's face.
"Why?" Aril is getting curious.
Now he focuses more on Dara's story, forgetting the events he is going through. His curiosity towards Dara grew.
"Father was afraid, if I had known of Mother's whereabouts, I would have left Father. You will not part with me, for I am His only son, while you have no one else."
Dara's voice sounded hoarse, from both his eyeballs look as clear as it was ready to slide into his clean cheeks. It made the eyeballs glow like glass.
"Your parents are divorced?"
Dara shook her head weakly, the glint in her eyes caught by Aril. Instantly there was pity in the heart of the man of responsibility.
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Meanwhile, outside a man with a hoe on his shoulder, he walked towards the house where Aril and Dara were.
his steps were getting closer, thus making his face more clearly visible. But there was something strange about that face.
Strange face ....
The shape of the face is long with a small and pointed nose. While the ears are also long like rabbit ears.
Not to mention the presence of a pair of horns on the head, which causes the caping to be blocked, so that the caping is tilted backward. This left his entire face open and clearly visible.
His chin taper with overgrown with a few strands of beard, on the cheeks left and right there is a pinch of dense black fur, shaped like a circle as large as coins.
His eyes were black with a white dot in the middle. The shape is different from the creature that Aril saw in the window earlier.
A pair of fangs, also clogging from the edge of the lips, which makes the lips like raised and show a row of teeth that kegos.
The tooth is yellow with black stains in between. Most likely this creature also never brushes teeth.
Skip ...!
The creature entered the courtyard of the house that was fenced with bamboo. The fence already looks dull. Maybe because it is too long embedded there, making the color fade.
After putting the hoe down, and hooking the caping on a nail stuck on the pole, the man walked towards the door.
When he opened the caping earlier, there was something strange from the shape of this man's head. His head is not flat like a human head like, but instead oblong upward. This is what makes his face look long.
Her hair was only a few strands, so it was unable to cover her shiny headstone. The shape of the hair is rough like a headscarf.
His steps stopped in front of the door, then his hand moved about to knock on the door leaf. But he broke it.
The man was stunned with his hands still hanging in the air. It happened, because his ears caught the sound of a conversation between Dara and Aril.
Something extraordinary. The distance between the rooms Aril occupied was quite far from the front door, but the man could hear Aril and Dara's voice from there. Never mind, this man has a certain science of wisdom. I don't know.
"His mood he's conscious of." The creature muttered.
A moment later he turned around, walking to where he was. Stopped exactly near the stuck caping, his hand grabbed the caping.
With a caping in hand, his face was drowning looking up at the sky. His mouth was muttering, while covering his face with the caping in his hand, a few moments later he opened the caping.
Taraaaa ...!
How quaint!
His face had changed, like a human face. The face of a man with a face. Maybe he's about forty. He was Dara's father, the man who saved Aril from being stolen at that time.
The man returned to the front door, then silently stood there with his mouth twitching. I don't know what to read. A moment later he rubbed his face, then knocked on the door.
Tok tok tok ...!
"Father home ... You're here, aren't you? I'll open the door for a second."
There was joy on Dara's face hearing that knock. He got up, then half-running he headed for the door, leaving out Aril who was still sitting on the bed.
There is a sense of relief in Aril's heart, because soon he will meet with Dara's parents. The man who saved his life.
But on the other hand, there was something that Aril felt, his chest suddenly pounding strangely. The leafan was like a jumble, which caused anxiety.
Aril does not know, why his feelings became different and strange like this moment.
For some reason such a feeling, suddenly appeared in his heart. Even the pounding on his chest grew louder, as the closer he got to the time he would meet with Mr. Dara.
"Thank God, you're awake, son," said the man, as he appeared at Aril's doorstep.
The deg!
Like something abnormal hit Aril's chest, when he heard the voice of Dara's father.
Maybe it happened, because of Aril's excessive worry from earlier. Moreover, Mr. Dara entered suddenly, without saying a greeting anyway.
"Oh, i-yes, sir!"
Aril seems a little nervous. Fortunately the man in front of the entrance was accompanied by Dara. So that Aril's nervousness is slightly reduced. Dara is beautiful!
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