Love Barrels And Werewolves

The Meeting of Destiny

A woman walks in the meadow with a flower basket that is almost full. On his head, the hood became a daily accessory that would be used to go to the fields. The treated flower beds became the source of the woman's livelihood.

Laras, a 26-year-old woman, lived alone at the end of the village, near a river and across the forest. Caring for a wide variety of flowers has been her job since childhood. He was happy, even though his happiness was very simple.

"Well, I have to go now."

When it was about to stand up, something was striking from behind the bushes. Breathing out long. "Where is the human consciousness about keeping water clean?" He complains, but still grabs the twig to pick up the visible trash.

It has become a habit for the Baras. Not a single piece of trash can be seen along the stream. Keeping the water clean is like keeping the entire ecosystem alive. Who lives without water?

"And the people themselves throw away their garbage" said Laras who was still trying to pull the red object behind the bushes. "God! What rubbish did they throw away this time?" Unfortunately, the trash he tried to remove seemed too big, it was difficult to reach it with twigs.

By force, Laras finally put down the flower basket and decided to take out the trash with his own hands. Breaking through the bushes while nagging incessantly. "Do I need to stay on the river all day? If I find them, I'll go pale!" His mouth did say fast, but his body was moving slowly. Of course he has to be careful to come down.

Fortunately, the persistence of the Barrel bore fruit. He was about to arrive, picking up the trash lying out of place. "If they think I'm a gentle woman just for taking care of flowers, I'll show you that I'm creepy too."

The trash was pulled out strongly, but the objects there remained unmoved. Barrel gave up, he decided to go down further. "Reuters - Oh my God!" The reflexes of his body sat down, what the woman saw was terrifying.

Both eyes are perfectly rounded. Lips open as if they can't be closed anymore. The world seems to stop. The piece of trash he almost burned was not ordinary trash, but a human lying with a pale body.

"W-what happened?" Chest Barrel up and down. His knees were limp, he could barely catch his breath. A man drenched in unconsciousness by the river.

"What should I do?" The woman looked around, hoping that someone was visiting the forest. But, baby, the place is too quiet. "Should I go to the village?" He thought of one of the options, but in the next second shook his head. "No. I can't leave it here."

With the heart still beating as tight as a drum, Laras finally went down to check. His hands were trembling, hesitating about to touch. But there is no choice, he just needs to make sure the man lying still alive or lifeless.

"Oh?" The woman's eyes were round. The hand that was checking the pulse now turned to the nose, he had to be absolutely sure. "He's alive!" pekiknya.

Not wanting to make the man's pulse weaken, Laras had to move it immediately. He is strong enough, but not sure he can carry a man's body.

But who would have thought, "He's lighter than I thought." Presumably the efforts of Laras gardening every day is not in vain. Although he was trained, he finally managed to bring the foreign man to a house not far from the river.

Barrels running back and forth. It's not that he doesn't know what to do, it's just ..., "How do I change his clothes?" Biting her thumb nail, this woman is being entangled in anxiety right now. "Whatever. I have to replace him immediately or he'll freeze to death."

He took a blanket and shirt that belonged to his father that had been stored for years. Baras took a deep breath, of course he should not just open the clothes of men. But how else. "Don't misunderstand me. I just want to save you, no other means." Half his eyes were closed, he never imagined he would change into a foreign man's clothes.

After struggling with cold sweat, Baras finally succeeded. Covering the body of an unconscious man with a quilted blanket. He should also check if there are any other injuries there. Sure enough, a wet wound appeared on the man's left head.

"I thought he must have hit a rock in the river" said Laras after sighing. But he still had to be grateful, at least the man he thought was trash was still alive.

Not willing to waste time, Laras rushed to take roots and traditional materials to be pounded into medicine. But before that he had to tell the village chief about his discovery. Sending a message to his best friend in the village, he was sure that Mr. Darto would come soon.

"Why should I bother doing this?" Baras suddenly complained, although he continued to apply the finished medicinal herbs he mashed into the head of the man who was still lying. "How else, I was created to be a good person."

Coinciding with the completion of the medicine, there was a knock on the door from the outside. Hearing him Laras instantly turned relieved. At least now he will know will be flanked by a foreign man in his house.

"Pak Darto's. Let's go in" said Laras with relief. It was in stark contrast to the panicked expressions of the kades sir and the few people who came.

The 54-year-old man who had just arrived immediately entered, staring at the unconscious man. "So it's true Kinan said." While Laras just nodded. "Where did you find this guy?"

Laras begins to tell the beginning of finding the man he thought was garbage before. He also said that he had treated the wound and changed clothes. "Then should I do this guy?"

Laras watched carefully. However upon hearing the question that came out, he immediately let out a long sigh. "Sir Darto! Isn't that not important now? We have to do something" he said half annoyed, "it was gray, not white anyway" Laras continued, dizzy suddenly attacked.

Hearing that, the people there thought. But before the answer was found, the man who became the main character in the house gave a sign if he was aware.

"He's conscious!" said Mr. Darto, the village head with pleasure. "Quick ask what his name is."

Barrel directly according. He approached the man who now looked confused. "Don't be afraid. You were in my house, I saved you in the river," he said, hoping the man in front of him wouldn't panic. "So, what's your name? we might be able to contact your family."

Everyone waited expectantly. One second to a few moments the man there seemed to think. But in the end he shook his head. "I don't remember."

Long cries sounded simultaneously filled the room. But Laras has not given up. "You were lying in the river earlier. Do you remember what happened?"

The man thought back. But the more he remembered, the more faint the memories in his head. "I don't know. I don't remember anything."

Again Laras grunted. But that's not enough. "Then what about the residence, you must have remembered it, right? Like an address, a parent's name, or even a boyfriend?" Unfortunately, the man just held his head. His mind felt pain too forced.

Until finally Pak Darto stopped the successive questions of Laras. "Pacify yourself, Baras. How can he answer all that if his own name alone he doesn't know?"

Laras. "Then what now?" He looked at the village chief who also seemed to be thinking hard.

"For the time being, let him stay at your house." All eyes immediately stared at Mr. Darto. "I mean for a while. I'm going into town to report to the police."

Hearing that explanation, Laras immediately stood up. "Why not just stay at your house?" He can't take it.

But Mr. Darto immediately explained. "Wheel. Do you know how my wife is? He wouldn't be happy if I brought someone to feed. Come, Laras. You live alone-" anyway"

"Justeru because I live alone. That's what I'm afraid of, sir. What if he messes with me?"

"Just calm. We're ready to call 24 hours if he does anything." Mr. Darto and the people there convinced Laras.

Initially Baras still did not accept. But after being persuaded he also felt unbearable with men who have not fully recovered. "alright. But only temporarily!"

Relief sounds compact. Want how else, Laras can only resign and imagine how troublesome it is to care for adults who do not recognize themselves.

When the woman was troubled, the night came with the full moon hanging brightly.

"So, do you remember your name?" Baras asked me umpteenth time in one night. But the man there still shakes. Long helaan out. "Quick remember your name so we can take you home!"

The man just nodded. Her face looked sad, as if the woman who had helped now said the thing that hurt her heart.

Aware of the man's grief, Laras finally relented. "alright. The name is not important. Who cares even if someone has no name. Lion, I'll call you by that name for now." He got up, but his hands were prevented by the man behind him. "I'll just prepare dinner. Stay there and don't move much."

But not even two steps Baras left, the moaning sound of the man behind made him sculpt. Slowly turning around, the man who was still silently shaking now moved strangely with a terrible voice. While Laras was pecking at the spot, Lion's face slowly changed. The fur almost covers the entire body.

Laras sat down. His lips were silenced before he let out a loud cry. The scene before him was truly like a dream. The man who was clearly like a human was now transformed into a gray-haired wolf.

"W-what happened?" The eyes are still round. The bones in the body feel lost.

While the full moon outside reached the peak of light, a sharp-toothed wolf howled very loudly.