
"Have let it go, we don't have to think about people who are not clear, because now it's clear the pig is no longer in our hands, seized by the two damn people. mending we think about how the pig can return to our hands, " replied Dadun as if not interested in the talk of Jana and Salamah.
Hearing the answer from her best friend, Jana was silent as she was thinking. So that over time she also justified what Dadun said, that it is not important to think about people who have nothing to do with them, and so she said, now it's more important to think about how the pig can get back into his hands.
"It's hard then Kang!" jana said expressing her anxiety.
"We should not be difficult, we should not be confused.we just meet Mang Sarpu, who knows he can help our distress." replied Dadun who was not mostly thinking but his idea was very well received by Jana.
"Oh yeah, yeah! we're drifting into the mang sarpu."
"Well, Ujang, if Ujang has trouble and wants to ask for help, please go to Mang sarpu because Mang sarpu is a good friend of Mbah Abun.so Jang Dadun's idea is very extraordinary," The timpal Salamah already knew their friendship, because however Salamah was a silent witness to the work of the two creatures. So when there is an affair with Mbah Abun, it is Mang Sarpu who can finish.
"True Bi, but I want to nitip a message with Aunt. If later there are people looking for me back, do not aunt Show if it is not important very and unclear origin. fear like now is harming me. Because I want to be honest with Aunt and Aunt who give me the same advice."
"Honestly what is Jang?" asked Salamah who furrowed her brows.
"Yesterday morning I tortured a young man who accompanied a pig, according to what the aunt suggested. Then suddenly someone was looking for me and then followed by the disappearance of the pig, coupled with the incident last night that shocked Sukaraja Village. That's all because of one young man who was about to steal my pig. Well, from that basis I have confidence that the person who stole my pig earlier was the young man who asked yesterday to auntie, that is the young man who was snacked at the aunty's stall.If I knew his name and address it was very easy, because I just had to catch him." replied Jana who looked very disappointed, who looked very disappointed, because he didn't know the young man who bullied him last night.
"Already, do not talk slack and we do not need to think complicated, mendingan we go back to the village of Sukaraja, we meet Mang sarpu." dadun's response from now on did not agree with Jana's talk that was too bouncy.
"Yes, it's right Kang. Yes, I paid for the snacks."
Soon Dadun reached into his pants pocket, took out a dime and then handed over Salamah according to the snacks they ate.
After paying his snacks, they both say goodbye to continue the delayed journey to the village of Sukaraja.
Salamah could only take a deep breath, then she came out of the stall, standing up while delivering the person who left with a gaze, Even she was seen shaking her head while cursing inwardly. "There is a young man's behavior, the pig business alone until it must be crowded like this. strange.....! What is a pig, what is a pig or a pig?."
Salamah heart question no one answered to make his head feel dizzy, did not get an answer from What is being thought. finally Salamah Only able to take a deep breath back, then into the stall, then into the stall, to continue his work did not think too much about the affairs of Jana and Dadun.
The two young men continued to walk hastily down the descent, treading the Village Road.the longer the farther from the stall, until finally they arrived to the edge of Sukaraja Village. not caring about their tiredness go straight to Mang sarbu's house.
"Listen.....! where's Mang sarpunya?" muttered Jana while wailing.
"We'll be here again tonight, maybe they're traveling. Let's go home first, let's just rest first." replied the same Dadun.
"Once again Kang.....! if you wait later because I want to quickly convey all the events that have happened. Who knows if there's still our sustenance, if it's suspended until later, the pigs are afraid to go far, and we'll be hard to catch up with it."
"Well, what else, if Mang Sarpunya is not there, what to do?" replied Dadun who remained steadfast with his stance, that he wanted to see Mang sarpu later tonight, because it was clear the host was not in his house.
"Again....! What if it's like this, I'm confused!" jana said while scratching her head that did not feel itchy.
"Yes, it's why we want to go home first, later tonight we just meet him back, let's be a little quiet.let's go home!" bring Dadun.
Finally Jana relented, she followed the advice given by Dadun. He went home first to his house, followed by his best friend.at the fork in the road before parting They also promised, that later tonight the two people will meet Mang Sarpu back.
The sun is getting closer and closer to the crown of the mountain, the heat is not as hot as it was last day, because it is blocked by black clouds that clump. The sound of floating Sound very boisterous, very boisterous, the birds sounded gurgling with each other to greet with his friends.until finally the eyes of the day were hiding behind the mountain, leaving a golden yellow light adding to the beauty of the atmosphere of the afternoon.
In such a state of time, mang Sarpu just came home from the garden with firewood on board by a single grass bond. Mang Sarpu continued walking until he finally reached the side of the house, immediately he dropped his luggage, then took the grass to be stored in the cage.
After tidying up all the luggage, he opened the kitchen door, then sat on the threshold.then unbuttoned clothes and fanned using a cetok made of bamboo.
Not long between them, his wife also came while carrying a large basket, in her hand there was an empty pot of drinking water, behind her walking her son named Kipli by leading a ram.
It turned out that Mang sarpu and his family had just come home from the garden to herd goats, while looking for grass. No one was there when Jana met.
"Enter the sheep directly Kipli!" raked Mang sarpu with his son.
"Not told, I will put him in" replied his son, leading the sheep into the cage and then put him in, so as not to be exposed to rain or cold.