Poor Duda

Episode 73

“Old,“ said Jasmine.

“Yes long ago, the name is so,“ said Kintoko. “Then how else?“

“I'm saturated. Want to enter first,“ said Jasmine continues to complain. He's not comfortable out in the open. Even though the weather still feels friendly. And the sky was so bright, but the surroundings were also a barrier. How the night bugs bother. Mosquitoes, flies, all seem unobstructed to touch their bodies. Moreover, the bad mosquitoes, as if not disturbed by the turmoil of their hearts are worried to find the truth about the fate of their colleagues who are now many lifeless. Depends on the gloom.

“Pad lu.“

Jasmine went into the house. Stay on. He can't stand it anymore. Must momentarily move, so as not to always feel bored to be outside the unobstructed and protected anything. Usually using drugs by will be able to reduce the arrival of insects. For example, anti-mosquito oles, or just a natural remedy commonly used by people in the interior who tend to be primitive, by carving certain plants so that mosquitoes do not like to stick to the body, so that mosquitoes do not like to stick to the body, not taking a shower all day. Because if it has been cleaned by the refreshing water, then the drug will be lost that borne, and mosquitoes will immediately come closer with pleasure.

Kintoko was alone, constantly watching the sky. It doesn't taste good. Alone so. No one accompanied. But how else. Everything is used to it. He's at home, here alone. Shouldn't be questioned. But for this time where many tragedies are surrounding them, something ordinary is a problem. Where must need a variety of figs, in order to eliminate saturation. There must be friends. In order to share with each other. But this time it seems impossible. Would trouble. Not necessarily they there understood what he was thinking. It would be something bad if it forced. Where their thoughts and feelings are also diverse. Some of their souls still exist.

Bela came closer. At first, of course, he was astonished. Why are there parents so willing to wait in the open. It should be gathered inside here to look at each other. About what is and how so many tragedies continue to haunt. Perhaps there are similar thoughts from many people there that really refer to the actual event that is happening. So that what and why the mystery happened can be immediately understood and found a solution to the solution, at least for those who are still there. And prevention is sought so that the victim does not continue. Or maybe getting out of there is the best way. Allowing anything to roll near them, including accusations that may exist simply because they leave a problem without clarity. But it would also be terrible if you think about it. Especially if not the one who did, but was immediately accused and let the mistake accompany him. This is what ends up being bad while the evil one will continue to roam freely. And the one with the sap just doesn't know anything. Whoever sows the wind will reap the storm. Who sows gas will feel the smell. Maybe that's what will happen if this case is not resolved completely.

“Nyari hanging pulung,“ replied Kintoko. “But long.“

“Ya already, by temenin.“

Bela sat down near Kintoko.

Both of them looked up into space. Not just one point. As far as their eyes could gaze at space, that was what they had always been staring at.