Misty Soil

Painfulness

The hot air was attached to burning Murga's body. He opened his eyes watching the man with teary eyes. Sadness loves a figure who continues to contradict him, tonight he must prepare to let the charred body burn.

Sandika's gaze moved on Murga trembling in pain through her hands and feet. He stopped reciting short surah verses. Hugging his body will only add to the heat until the entire skin blows.

Seeing Murga growing in pain she let go of a hug helped blow those wounds.

"Hurga, you have to eat after that I will take you antibiotics and a wound dryer" Sandika said.

He took out a piece of bread to feed it to the end of three packs filling half the human in the form of a ghost. Learn to gulp down the water in a bottle and then swallow a medicine pill that almost got stuck in his neck.

“Thanks Sandika.”

“it's my duty to take care of you.”

The scorching rays narrowed Murga's eyes, she looked up at the sunlight from between the leaves. His pale face, the air still he could not feel, a gust of wind pierced through his cold skin. Murga stretched her standing body sunning her wounds. Inside it is true he thought even though the wound would get more serious still from today onwards will always be next to Sandika.

“Murga we will continue the journey before the aides uncle Warid and others find us.”

“Come, we leave this place.”

Foot full of wounds in forced Murga to walk.

Sandika wanted to carry him or carry him. Given the wound it won't heal if it hits her. Now he feels wrong, seeing Murga walk on a wounded foot or holding him back.

“Murga tell me if you want to take a break.”

“No, we should get out of here as soon as possible.”

Murga's blood was smelled by Rambe, the sound of fierce ghost screeches sounded. Sandika pulled Murga's hand, she stumbled over the stone stopping Sandika turning her head to see the blood rushing down her soles as well as her wounded hanker. Sandika brushed off the twigs and the leaves put together her hands taking the sand to cover the trail of blood left along the way.

“Sandika, don't go too far to leave ku” Murga said.

“Don't worry, I'll be back soon.”

One of the devil's fingernails perched on a nearby leaf, Murga rubbed gently on the top. He signaled he was, hoping that the rays could be present following his orders again at night. The distance Sandika further away, behind the bush she saw the figure of Rambe flying a staking view like looking for something. Slowly he walked backwards, running as fast as he wished the figure did not catch up. He did not say a short surah because the pastia would make Murga's skin if touched by burning back.

Breath was wheezing, turning to make sure the ghost disappeared. His screeching voice was loud, Sandika took off her jacket covering Murga's body and wrapped her legs in a new bandage. The man looked panicked looking back again.

“Hopefully the ghost did not find us” murmured.

He grabbed Murga's body cradling in front while his heavy backpack was on his back.

“What's Sandika?” murga asked anxiously looking at the look on her face.

‘Hold tight, earlier I saw your brother at the end there.”

“What? Rambe won't just let us go. Quickly get off me and congratulate yourself.”

“No, I'll keep bringing you.”

The right lane that will be taken to turn the left road hears the noise of people in the distance. Sandika was looking for a cut path in the forest that was familiar to her. Murga pointed to the right side past the snake nest that was coiling nearby.

“Don't Murga, my hunch says another. Open the bag and grab the big knife inside. Be careful, do not get exposed to the hands.”

The huge snake smelled the scent of a human body, Sandika was ready to kill him if he attacked them. The voice of Beben calls from behind, the snake coming. Suddenly the figure of a subtle creature appeared as if driving away the animal.

“Sandika, mother can only one time help you” sound echo Aaron in the air.

“Mother, mother!” call him.

“Sandika! Is that you?” the sound of beben was getting closer.

The man's energy weakened not even when he saw the white shadow and Aaron's voice. The adoptive mother who is gone even always remembers and tries to take care of her even though she is gone. The guts of his heart left all the excellent female relics on the man.

“Sandika” says Murga's voice slowly.

Now is not the time to get into trouble, he has to decide which path to take. There's Murga that he has to take care of, the nail that Warid put in the ghost turns half a human can endanger Murga if alone in the wilderness.

Sandika ran up to a wide stretch of rice field. He slowly walked through the muddy road. Rice is being irrigated by irrigation channels, the rice is almost yellowing, the wave of coconut trees near the rice fields. Murga smiled feeling the beauty of nature back in the morning.

“Sandika, can I touch one of those plants?” ask Murga.

He dropped it off in a joglo between the rice fields and the plantation. Sandika picked the leaves of rice, cucumber, peanuts, long beans and watermelon. He also plucked a ripe watermelon running towards Murga. The figure smiled observing every curve on the leaves until the watermelon fruit in hand.

Sandika took out two pieces of red-colored money laying in the corner where they were sitting, holding it back with a small stone so as not to fly in the wind. Pay for a watermelon he picked. Sandika cut the watermelon, the part she was giving to Murga. The figure received it. He was trying to figure out how to devour the food.

“Teima lah.”

“Sandika, please cut again small part.”

The man cut the piece until it put the piece in his mouth.

“kunyah slowly” said Sandika.

The friendly adengan was seen by beben from a distance. He rubbed his eyes repeatedly to make sure the figure with his best friend was human.

“Are my eyes not wrong. That woman looks like a normal human!” mummy Beben.

“Oi Sandika! Go home! Oi!” shout Beben.

Murga glared at him, Sandika grabbed the backpack and carried Murga running. The path to the houses passed through the deserted houses and then re-entered the forest. It was very difficult for him to enter the area of the village.He did not want a single citizen to see them while Beben was overwhelmed by the chase. He lost them, Beben asked the citizens if he saw two people running here.

“Who are you masud? Who knows if others saw it."

“Nobody sir thank you.”

Beben meandering forward looking steps in front of already composed densely populated houses and on the other side of the forest border.

“Maybe she's back there?” muttered.