The Blood Of God's

WE ARE UNITY #33

Mahreen was somehow unable to calm down that night. was being released rumbling thunder and occasionally seen lightning sparks that spread benignly in the clouds.

this is the third day that Djalenga does not show his exotic face.Tonight is the day after the celebration of the Maulid Prophet Muhammad Shallahu Alaihi Wa Salam held by the villagers of Sade and Ende, two villages of Wetu Lima sasak located in Rambitan District.

Mahreen grew increasingly unsettled and decided to get out of Bale Bonter, he wore a jacket to drive away the cold weather that began to sting the surface of his white skin. Cholil hurriedly blocked his path.

"Where are you going these nights?" ask Cholil. "Look.." he pointed to space. "The sky is rumbling on. It looks like it's going to rain tonight."

"Don't block my steps!" threatening Mahreen pointed her finger at Cholil's face.

"Okey, I won't get in your way!" Cholil. "But please tell me, where are you going?"

"I want to see Djalenga!" he said he was going to walk again. Cholil.

"I will accompany you." said the man.

"No need to. accompany Callista. he's alone in Bale Bonter!" reject Mahreen.

"But.." protested Cholil.

Mahreen stopped his steps and looked at Cholil. "I want to find Djalenga. it's been three days, he did not see the trunk of his nose. I'm worried, something happened to him. I want to see his Inaq-Amak."

"It's night." stop Cholil. "You're just gonna interrupt their sleep."

"But I need certainty!" mahreen insisted. "I'm worried. You know? three days ago he was saying goodbye and one of his words made me feel uneasy."

"What words did he say to you?" ask Cholil to come closer.

"If he still has time, he will appear before me." he said in a tone of complaint. "Why did he say such a sentence? I've been hit by thoughts of him to date."

"What...are you in love, Mahreen?" cholil Hiss.

"Whatchu mean? I don't know what you're saying. I'm just worried about Djalenga! I don't have any feelings for her." - Mahreen.

"If so, let it be Mahreen. You have no right to hurt your body and heart just to remember a young man named Djalenga!" cholil hatch.

"Acholil! if you don't want to help me, go home and accompany Callista! let me go to this house to find out!" sergeant Mahreen then stepped back to leave Cholil who was silent in his place.confused to make a choice.The man cursed with annoyance at the hard head of the Russian girl.

Cholil was forced to run back to Bale Bonter while Mahreen continued his journey to the end of the village, precisely to the residence of Djalenga.

his steps swung rapidly while he clamped the collar part of the jacket to withstand the cold air entering through the place.

he arrived at the residence and directly knocked on the door.

"Assynoltom.... Assalamualaikum.." cried Mahreen many times.

long he knocked on the door until finally the door opened and Maryati came out. The woman was shocked to find Mahreen in front of the house standing with a worried face.

"Yes, son?" ask Maryati.

Mahreen spontaneously asked. "Djalenga? Where's Djalenga, Inaq?" he spoke with a face that could not hide his anxiety.

"It's night, son." said Maryati. "Go home."

"I can't go home, Inaq." Mahreen insisted. "Before I found Djalenga. has been three days he never come to the house.what's the matter? is inaq hiding something?"

Maryati sighed. "Djalenga is defending his friend Ocen who is looking for girls from Bayan Village. Djalenga participated as a reporter to the women's side, but the women's families were not willing and demanded a paresean."

"Paresean.." murmured Mahreen for a moment then stunned. "Sand dandy?!" yells. Maryati nodded.

"Where? where's hail?" mahreen asked half-urgently.

not long after Samirep appeared, he was surprised to find Mahreen there.

"Kids? why hasn't this night come home?" ask Samirep.

"Mom! take me to Djalenga in Bayan!" pinta Mahreen's. "Didn't he do paresian in Bayan?"

Samirep was surprised and looked at Maryati with a denouncing look. Samirep looked at Mahreen.

"Son, come home.it is not good for a woman to walk around in the middle of the night blind like this. go home. let Amak deliver you." said Samirep.

"No! Amak take me to Bayan." pinta Mahreen. his eyes are already glazed. "I.. I. I can't be at home. My thoughts are always looking for him! Amak, pozhaluysta..otvedi mena.. k etomu cheloveku.." his door began to sob.

Samirep did not know what the translation of the sentence was thrown Mahreen because he used Russian, but the father's instinct told him to deliver Mahreen to Djalenga.

"Alright Son. You force me. I will fulfill your wishes." said Samirep then down from Bale Tani.

"Sir.." call Maryati and then speak the Sasak language, warning her to be careful. Samirep nodded and replied in private that he would be fine and Maryati did not have to think about it.

Samirep looked at Mahreen. "Let's get kids, we go to Bale Bonter to meet the Head of Village." Samirep.

Mahreen nodded then followed Samirep down the street until they finally arrived in front of Bale Bonter.it turns out there had been waiting for Djatiswara and Cholil.

Djatiswara who saw the arrival of Samirep immediately approached and rebuked the man in a sasak language that reproached him for accepting the arrival of Mahreen.

Samirep defended himself.he explained his chronology in sasak language. Djatiswara looked at Samirep's story and then looked at Cholil. "Truly so, son?"

"Obviously, we separated because of different understanding.I went back to the bale bonter to report to the father.Perhaps Mahreen is indeed continuing his journey to this father's house" said Cholil.

"Then there's nothing I can do" Djatiswara said. "It's purely the wish of a girl who wants to see her lover..."

"But.." protested Mahreen.

"I wouldn't have let you see him if it wasn't for the two of you being in love with each other! okay?!" djatiswara this time was rather loud and pressing.

with annoyance, Mahreen finally said, "Khorosy, khorosy! Yes ochen iyublyu Dzhalengu! vy vse dovol'ny?!" after that he stomped his feet and sobbed to cover his face.

"That's, listen to me. He's just looking for Ocen to find out where Djalenga is" Samirep said in defence of Mahreen.

"Oh, if that's not possible! later Ocen will be embarrassed and dancing that he did will be smeared with the existence of Mahreen. the woman will think Ocen cheating and.." said Djatiswara did not want to lose the debate.

Cholil laughed, "No, you both misunderstood.it's a sentence in Russian that Mahreen admits that he likes Djalenga."

the two men looked at each other and finally laughed.

"Oh, then we must hurry." exclaimed Djatiswara.The village chief hurriedly ran to the side of the mosque building and before long an all-terrain vehicle appeared.

"Come, you three go up." take Djatiswara.

"I don't come, sir, let Mr. Samirep and Mahreen come." declined Cholil.

soon Samirep and Mahreen ride the piggyback and Djatiswara immediately pull the gas. vehicles all terrain it drove away from Sade Village.

...******...

Grantung, Bayan.at 00.01 am WITA.

gending ngadokang, also called gending rangsang has been sounded for the last several times. This is the fourth time the paresean match took place. now comes the time for paresean held because of the demands of Haji Bentang, the father of Kinanti, the, the girl who was dyed by Ocen, will be called.

the man representing the female family demanded to the head of customary customs throughout the Lombok islands, to hold a paresean as a challenge for the male side, whichever is in paresean, pepadu from the male family is able to defeat pepadu from the female family, so Haji Bentang will mengikhlaskan Ocen and his family held a conspiracy to invite and compare the two brides.

there is no other way but to take up the challenge.but the worried family proposed Ocen as pepadu. because the physical man was flattened thin like a lidi pole. has not been hit once, but was not hit, Ocen must have been immediately applauded and the application event must have been canceled.

Djalenga volunteered to represent Ocen to be pepadu. eventually the women challenged the holding of paresean right the night of the maulidan commemoration.

pakembar (referee) and the referee (sponsor) from both parties began to discuss praising the pepadu from their respective sides and heating up the other party.

it turns out that Haji Bentang did not take pepadu from Bayan Village, but instead hired Jusri from Ende Village who was in a village with Ocen as a pepadu who will compete against Djalenga.

Jusri had been in the field grasping a penjalin (a rattan rod used as a sword substitute weapon) and a large round shield which was buffalo skin wrapped in rattan and wood. his head was crowned with a broom and his waist was wrapped around a bebadong. Jusri looks like his lips are struggling, even though he chews betel like chewing gum.

Djalenga also advanced.the appearance is the same as Jusri, only the broom on his head is maroon.so also with the bebadong that surrounds his waist.gending mayuang has been chanted in place of gending ngadokang. both of them are in the arena.

pakembar slightly explained the reason for the holding of this paresean then each speaker spoke out loudly praising and lifting the degree of pepadu on his side. afterwards pakembar forward asked the two pepadu also forward facing each other.

once pakembar shouted the word to start the show, immediately gending mayuang changed into gending clashed.once Jusri and Djalenga had been fighting with each other, showing her predictable.

gending fight continues to fight with the stuttering of the kingpin affect the psychological fighter to bring out his best technique in defeating the opponent.The sound of rattan lacing that collides with the buffalo skin shield sounds stomping and hammering.

Djalenga and Jusri, both capable fighters.both are equally strong then it is difficult to determine which will win the fight, Djalenga never relented when pitted with Jusri when held a paresean when Djalenga was caught by the citizens of Ende when dancing Hanifah.

NO BRAK NO BRAK NO BRAK NO BRAK BRAK

the sound of rattan bangs again sounded collided with the shield.Djalenga repeatedly hit and attacked Jusri and many times also Jusri managed to deflect it.

until suddenly Jusri uses a sneaky way, which is to scuttle Djalenga's legs until the young man lost his balance and fell stranded.

Jusri who chuckles happy to go forward and jumps in the air about to swing his bread to cut open Djalenga's chest.

suddenly I heard a scream...

DJALENGA!!!!

Djalenga did not have time to see who was shouting, but he knew the voice.A second later followed a figure of a woman squandered and hugged Djalenga's body, about to sweeten it.

HYSE... TRAKKKK

almost rattan owned by Jusri hit the woman's body if only Djalenga did not take the initiative to roll while hugging the woman, making both of them escape.

the woman was Mahreen. she sat down and Djalenga sat down on his knees.His hands were grasping the shield crossed at the nape of the shield and covered the head and back.

"Why are you here?!" sergah Djalenga with shrewd.

while Jusri again hit the rattan back into the shield held by Djalenga, the young man still held the onslaught while continuing to kneel and cross the rattan to protect Mahreen's body if Jusri intended to cheat.

"I.. I'm worried about you." Mahreen sighed sobbing.

"I'm fine." replied Djalenga grimacing occasionally when he felt the hit of rattan felt so hard.

"But. but I don't." Mahreen said tightly with her stuffing.

"I'm fighting for love." replied Djalenga.

"Is....love for me?" asked Mahreen softly.

"I have to survive and win this paresean.if not, Ocen and Kinanti can not unite." said Djalenga.

"If that love were me.. You would fight for it?" ask Mahreen.

"If that love were you, I would have faded you as a form of my love struggle!" djalenga without hesitation.

at once Mahreen immediately held Djalenga's jaw and he advanced his face.The Russian girl went forward to kiss and pouch at Djalenga's thick lips with a long time and closed her eyes. Djalenga did not refuse.he let him also close his eyes to feel the sensation of the kiss.gending strains collide that sounded stuttering kingpin as if not heard anymore, because in the mind of Djalenga brain has simphoni love rhythmic mars.

the audience cheered while Djatiswara just silently glued glare watching the event.so also with Samirep. The difference, Samirep immediately silenced himself and make a prostration of gratitude.The wife's prayer is granted God.

slowly the two young men opened their eyes and Mahreen released his kiss.She looked at Djalenga's face with a loving look.

"Winning my love, winning my love... Djalenga!" exclaim Mahreen with a soft look.

djalenga's eyes widened and he immediately turned and swung the rattan from the bottom up towards Jusri who also simultaneously swung his rotat.

YEIIIIYYAAAAHHHH....

BRITAKKKK....

UAGGHGH...

the braiding rod held by Djalenga successfully hit the right side of Jusri's ribs with great exertion.

jusri's body was immediately thrown and was unable to rise again.he could only moan with a strangled position in front of him Djalenga stood upright with his shield and spanned rods.

pakembar told the referee from the Haji Bentang, went to check on Jusri's condition. sadly after checking, the *pe*ngadok signaled to the reader that Jusri could no longer continue the paresean.

at once the sheet exclaimed that it was Amak Ocen who won the play.The entire male side immediately cheered the victory of Djalenga.

while Mahreen immediately hugged the young man again with a cry of happiness.while occasionally smirking the cheeks and lips of Djalenga, the Russian girl continued to exclaim.

"Ty zavoyeval moyu lyubov'... Ty zavoyeval moyu lyubov' Dzhalenga.... Yes lyublyu vase... YES LYUBLYU VASE, DZHALENGA!!!"

and Djalenga just smiled in a shout of gratitude in his heart.

Oh Allah... You have answered my prayer... []