Santri Famiglia's

One Final Challenge

Damiyan was never seen again. Every night, when Sanubari was free from practice, he always checked the man's room. Damian is still not there.

Sanubari lived a man who lived in a rented cottage. Sanubari almost never returned to the modest house, except to wash clothes. Most of his time was up for activities outside and Fang's special basement. When tired, Sanubari will sleep or rest in the lounge that is also provided there.

Sanubari continued the day more and more. Run to the farm for 15 kilometers every 4 am, feed the cattle, then go home by running again while getting used to speeding up.

At 10am, he had to eat and drink the poison potion he hated so much. It smells like tea, but it tastes really bad. Over time, the excruciating sensation of post-drinking decreases even though Sanubari's tongue never gets used to the bitterness.

The package from Anselmus arrived in the middle of the rush. Sanubari got up early to begin the cultivation. He also always took the time to read his super thick cassava book every night.

"What's this?" Sanubari wondered when he reached the last page.

He picked up one of the objects tucked in the back cover. It's flat, black, like micro SD. Another one is transparent with a colorful sheen like a hologram highlighted by light, shaped like a bird.

Not knowing what it was for, Sanubari returned the object to the cover niche, shifted the bulkhead layer, then returned the lock. It was securely stuck on the cover.

"Where might I throw away a book as valuable as this. I'll definitely do it well" he said, looking at the one written on the back yard.

The third month since he first drank the poisonous potion, Sanubari was no longer in pain when he drank it. Finally, the menu was removed from the breakfast.

Patrick faithfully monitors Sanubari's health. He ordered a special needle so he could take a sample of Sanubari's blood. From the results of a thorough examination, Sanubari's body looks healthy. Successful immune enhancement efforts.

Sanubari also managed to hit the ball which had accelerated. His gun was replaced by a steel stick. The challenge is to move to the next stage. Sanubari had to fend off the missile fire that was strapped to him.

"Maybe we can try this without bulletproof clothing" Fang said after a brief interview with Patrick about Sanubari's body condition. That explains why Sanubari's body was not bruised despite being hit by millions of balls.

Fang also routinely put the drugs Damiyan had imported into Sanubari drinks. New medicine bottles always arrive on time when the last medicine is used. Fang was almost caught by Sanubari because one of the packages arrived when Sanubari was about to eat at Fang's place. Luckily, he was able to hide the package sender's sticker and distract Sanubari. So, he can continue his stealth action.

On the other hand, Patrick feels bad about having to get involved with Damiyan and Fang's conspiracy. He should have understood the consequences since agreeing to help Damiyan save Sanubari. However, the sense of unease remains disturbing when again and again, he must follow the lie. Despite this, Patrick remains opposed to every plan most dangerous.

"No! You can't do that, Sanu! Just ignore Grandpa Fang's crazy advice!"

"But, I don't really matter. At least it doesn't feel much different from being hit by the ball. It's just, it's smaller."

Vang smiled triumphantly. "You heard it yourself, didn't you, Patrick? Sanubari just don't mind."

"Master is clearly different from a ball, Sanu! Bullets could have hollowed out your body. Your body is difficult to penetrate sharp objects, but we do not know to what extent the limit. So, it's better to prevent than to regret."

Patrick's words stirred up a little fear. Submissively, Sanubari always uses complete security equipment every time he practices to deflect bullets.

Spouting needles added in the agenda. At the beginning, Sanubari was asked to blow from a distance of five meters, 10 meters, 15 meters until he obtained a check mark and signature as a sign of success.

Sanubari also successfully cultivated various cassava varieties. The poisonous, the short harvest, the tender, the sweet savory without the need to be seasoned, the unscavenged, all kinds of tubers exist. The leaves also have different characteristics from each other.

Each time he graduated from the challenge, Sanubari shared free cheese cassava with his neighbors. Beyond that, he sells cassava both in processed form and raw materials. His skill in processing cassava makes his cassava quickly become a favorite of the citizens.

Almost every day, Sanubari receives orders. Sometimes, he has to pause order acceptance due to stock limitations. He had expressed the idea that some of Fang's farmland was planted with cassava. However, the proposal was rejected. So, Sanubari can only take advantage of the rental home page.

Little by little, the money from selling cassava is collected. In one month, Sanubari was able to collect approximately three thousand dollars. It was many times more than the accumulated daily wages during his work with Fang. The debt to Alfred was paid off.

While the debt to Patrick only paid one hundred million dollars after three years. During that time, 200 challenges Sanubari successfully completed. Currently, Sanubari is doing a retest. This is done to ensure that there is no cheating.

Fang sat in the hut. His left hand held Sanubari's challenge book, while the right hand held the stake.

Sanubari hid behind the brownish rice that ducked. He was on standby, clutching a poisonous needle. His lips also flank the needle that is ready to be spouted at any time. He's squatting alert.

Pipits came, flying over the rice crops that were almost entering harvest time. They're shredding rice seeds. When enough birds had gathered, Fang pulled the rope.

The scarecrow moved, making a special sound. The birds fly away, away from the rice.

Sanubari hurried to his feet, firing a poisonous needle from his mouth. Some birds fell down immediately. Sanubari ran along the roosters, chasing the birds further away and out of reach.

"I won't let you escape!"

"Successful!"

Sanubari jumped while punching the sky. Then, he ran back, catching up with the last bird to lose altitude.

"Because of you!"

Sanubari. Returning to Fang's place, Sanubari retraced the tilas. He went into the sugar cane garden, the chili beds, the carrot columns in search of bird carcasses.

"12 ...."

Sanubari. This is one of the challenges of Sanubari. Under certain conditions, he should be able to calculate targets as well as estimate their falling spots. Sanubari will not be considered a pass before successfully gathering the entire bird. Sanubari used the tip of the t-shirt to lean on the small carcasses, then walked to the hut after picking up the last carcass on a scarecrow hat.

"It's complete. It's exactly 33." Sanubari dropped a mountain of carcasses before Fang.

Grandpa began to count. "Make roasted birds look good."

For a moment, Sanubari was tempted by Fang's words. Small bones, meat that is not as thick as chicken, will certainly make the texture more easily soft to the bone. Spices will be more easily absorbed into the deepest part of the meat. Sanubari gulps. He quickly shook his head, putting aside the intensely seductive wisdom.

"But better to just bury it!"

"Originally boiled with the antidote, the meat will be clean again, and certainly safe for ordinary people to consume without even toxic immunity."

Sanubari nodded again. He understands what is and should not be done even though it is limited to fundamental knowledge. Although various things had happened to him, Sanubari still held firm to that belief. "Well, we must not eat animals that die without being slaughtered, except aquatic animals and insects."

For Sanubari, the mother is the first truth, and until then will remain the truth. Sanum is goodness, and will forever remain good. Although there are still many questions in Sanubari's mind, that fact will never change. Sanum will be the top person Sanubari trusts the most.

If Sanum had taught evil at that time, it would have been evil that Sanubari would have believed as truth and good. Now that Sanum is gone, Sanubari must find answers to his own questions. He has lost the pole of stability of goodness and he has to build his own pole. Unfortunately, his new pole still tends to be labile without the presence of Sanum.

"But both die in different ways."

"Indeed. But their status depends on how they are killed. It can be halal or haram."

"Alright, Sanu. With this, your challenge is over!"

"What's the next challenge? Tell me quickly to finish! Some days we're just repeating what's been without significant progress."

Fang smiled. He returned Sanubari's book. "Nothing else."

Fang had already passed down all his abilities to Sanubari. Including making poison and the antidote. There was no longer any reason for him to hold Sanubari back any longer.

"Then, what about running to beat this Kak Dami? Grandfather promised to pay my debt if he managed to complete the challenge, right? Grandpa should call and get Kak Dami back here!"

Sanubari suddenly panicked. There is only one challenge left. But, he was threatened with failure just because his opponent was not with him.

"Unfortunately, I can't reach him, but I have a solution. Now, rest! Two more days, we'll run your final challenge!"

"Can't just now, can it?"

"can't. Further protests are prohibited! Once again protesting, then the challenge returned to its original state. You have to wait for Damiyan to come here by himself to complete the final challenge." Fang leaves Sanubari.

Sanubari did not dare to protest anymore. He collected the bodies of the sparrows, then buried them. Sanubari digs a grave right next to the grave of the horse he accidentally killed.

Meanwhile, Fang walks into Patrick's clinic, the only clinic in the village. Although the clinic, the equipment is quite complete. The doctor who worked Patrick. He was accompanied by an apprentice nurse who often alternated.

"Good day, Grandpa Fang! Please wait a minute! Doctor Patrick's got a patient inside." The nurse smiled.

Patrick is in the room. The young doctor knew very well the complaints submitted by his elderly subscription. My grandfather had dementia. So, he had unconsciously said the same thing, at the same hour, on a different day. As a good doctor, Patrick continued to listen to him attentively and sincerely.

"Doctor, my heart seems to be left in the operating room. I can't hear the beat. Please schedule a cardiac surgery right away before I die! I don't want my heart to be a curious ghost, then to possess people and create chaos if it stays separate from my body until I die.""