Male Residents of Tanggamus Forest

Episodes 1. Seventh Marriage

Traditional music fills the air of Aabid's wedding with a beautiful girl. Neha. Although only met less than a month, but both look harmonious. Sit side by side while occasionally greeting the guests present. The wedding party was so good.

Neha who was sitting enjoying the music and dancing a dancer suddenly his attention shifted. His gaze was adrift on the male figure standing behind the guest. His clothes are black. And in his hand hung a cup that reflected smoke. The cup was swung over and over again leaving a trail of smoke in the former swing.

Neha watched carefully the man. For a long time fear enveloped his heart. Especially when Neha's hearing, it suddenly became faint. And the atmosphere suddenly quiet. There was no noise or noise of the chattering of guests present. Neha was confused about the situation.

Then Neha's fear grew even more intense as the black-clothed male figure stared at him as if a lion was stalking a prey. Plus when a grin appears and adorns his face.

"Prepare.." said the man.

Neha became wry. Not because he said it, but more on the way he said the word that made Neha shudder in fear.

"Prepare for what...?" neha.

"Prepare. Haha....!" the man's words ended with a laugh that made Neha shudder even more afraid.

Suddenly the time was pulled back. It all seems to spin for a moment. Neha was back in the middle of the party. Along with Abid on Neha's arm.

"Neha.." said Aabid.

"Egh...Yes" said Neha gamang.

Aabid's eyes are signalling. Apparently a guest was standing right in front of Neha. Because there was no reaction from Neha, Aabid rebuked him. Hurriedly Neha received a helping hand from the guest while revealing her trademark smile.

"Why?" whispered Aabid.

"I'm dizzy, Brother. It doesn't seem like you're feeling well..." Neha complained while wiping away the sweat that was condensing around her forehead.

"hold. In a moment.." pinta Aabid.

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Aabid's eyes were closed. His memory re-envisioned how his six wives died horribly on the first night of his wedding. It's on his lap.

Aabid riled. Neha whom he had just married, may not be the same fate as the other six wives.

Aabid sat on the edge of the bed with flowers and covered with blue cloth. He was waiting for his seventh wife, Neha, who was still being watched by his family. And indeed according to local custom, the wedding ceremony is only attended by the bride and her family. Without the groom or the male family. This is to provide flexibility to two parties when saying goodbye.

Neha sat on a long chair still adorned with pure white flowers. His eyes are swollen, because it has had to tear a few times since the wedding was set a month ago.

Of course Neha was sad, his intention to study until the Chinese country was extinct because of a proposal from the family Aabid who were dozens of villages away from where he lived. Even so, for the sake of his devotion to his mother, Neha manut received the proposal of the family Aabid. Especially after seeing the goodness of Aabid.

Neha wiped away the tears that continued to plunge freely. All the advice given by the mother and her husband taulan is not able to perfectly accept. Neha was sad.

"Ndok. Followed speech. Husband is the leader. The one you're suing and you're emulating. Give love, surely his affection will abound to you. Take care of your honor and your husband. Ojo bangkang yo, Ndok.." said Darmi, the mother of Neha.

"Alright, Neha. No cry. You have a new family. A distinguished and distinguished family. His wealth alone will not run out until the seven derivatives. You'll be happy. Your husband is a good man. Believe in your bude, Ndok.." said Tum, brother of Darmi.

Meanwhile the night crawled up. The darkness is thick. Without stars. Only half a moon hangs in the night sky. Neha stepped slowly towards a room where she and her husband would rest after a day of serving guests.

KREEK.....

Neha pushed open the door that was unlocked. The door was wide enough to open, so Neha's eyes could freely explore some of its contents. A little hesitant Neha put her right leg up as her mother had taught her a moment ago. This is a custom that has been passed down through generations. If one is about to enter the door to begin the good, it begins with a right foot. And that's what Neha did. Neha's eyes looked further at the slightly dim room.

Of course Neha was looking for the figure who had now become her husband. But as far as the eye could see, Neha did not find the figure she was looking for.

"Where is Aabid's brother...?" inner Neha.

His eyes were not tired of looking for Aabid. Even the bathroom he visited to find Aabid. But as far as his search goes, Neha has yet to find him. Then the beautiful girl decided to sit on the edge of the beautiful bed. Neha's hand stroked the blue covering cloth that became her seat now. He thought it was no lie what his mother and family said that Aabid was a noble and wealthy man. Evidently the bed cover cloth alone is so smooth and priceless luxury.

Neha took off the veil wrapped around her head. And all the accessories there. Neha untied her long black hair. And put it down quickly.

The night was far away when Neha had not yet slept. Besides still waiting for the presence of Aabid, Neha was admiring the luxury of the room. And this made him not aware of the presence of a male figure who was watching him. The man looked closely at Neha from the tip of the foot to the head from the corner of the room which was quite protected from light. A smile also rose from the end of his lips. Even if it is just a little.

"You are beautiful, Neha." said the man.

His distinctive voice echoes and successfully awakens Neha's fear. Moreover, the echo was delivered along with the breeze that barged in from the window that had just opened. Neha's eyes instantly circulated throughout the room. He was looking for the source of the sound. But his view was limited because of the lack of light in the room so he could not find anything.

Neha shuddered. The atmosphere that was successful made him more and more shriveled. Especially when the cold greeted his body.

"Yes, Lord.." murmured Neha.

His hands were crossed in front of his chest, warming his body while staring at the open shutters. There was a wryness that was roiling his soul. Tempted her to run out of the room immediately. Neha tried to convince herself not to do something that would embarrass her. So Neha chose to survive.

Neha's mouth was pouting in the midst of her fear.

"Yes, God. Help me. Protect me. Strengthen me to face this fear. Please very yes, Robb.." Neha prayed.

Then with a slight hesitation, the beautiful girl descended from where she was. Be careful when he steps. His steps were clearly towards the open window.

The wind again successfully blew the ends of Neha's long hair as she stood right at the window. Also the tip of the curtains is light blue which drifted because it was blown by the wind. Neha rubbed her nape. The feathers bristled. And without any more ba-bi-bu, Neha immediately pulled the shutters.

KREEK.....!

The sound of the window rattling sounded. And when Neha's handcuffs tried to lock the shutters, the figure that had been behind the dimness of the room was now approaching Neha.

His hand held Neha's hand. With the intention of helping to button the window. But it turned out to be beyond expectations. This actually made Neha surprised not kepalang. And he elbowed the man who was none other than Aabid.