The Chronicle Of Jawata (Compilation Trial Edition)
4.28.
The morning rumour shocked the people of Tanapura. So quickly spread the news about the execution sentence for Lanting, will be carried out by that afternoon too.
The atmosphere was suddenly chaotic, some hysterical to hear this news, the rest were just impressed not to believe it.
When the news reached the nurses in the treatment ward, the situation grew chaotic. Since most of those who were on duty there were Lanting's good friends, they were in shock over that fact.
Lanting is not a friend who has a big influence, but he is also not an unpleasant person. Almost everyone was nice to him and because he was always good to anyone. Therefore, it is very difficult to accept that Lanting should be executed just because it is proven that he is a man.
”He's not an intruder! Not a clan taster or illegal immigrant. He's just a man!” there was a sound echoing out of which part of the space came from.
”This is unfair! There should be no execution!"
The lamentation accompanied by sobs woke Taja who was still lying on one of the treatment ward beds. The morning had just dawned, still too quiet and silent, but the loud wails reached his ears.
Taja wide open suddenly, his eyes reddened because they were still very sleepy but had to be awake too. Not only because of the disturbing sounds, but the intense pain in the stomach began to disturb him. Cold sweat soaks the neck and forehead, not to mention irregular breathing and weak heart rate. Since no one knew the situation was in pain, Taja tried to grab something to be at the table next to the bed. More unfortunate, the supply of medicine and water was almost exhausted.
It feels very difficult to just say ’tolong’, after all there is no one around. While Taja felt his throat very dry, almost unable to make a sound. He took a cup of clear water on the table, for it was all that seemed to contain. Then he immediately gulped it.
Tasteless, almost tasteless, but there is a slight precipitate at the bottom of the cup. Taja just realized that there is a little strange almost invisible from the water he originally thought fresh water and just drank. Just a moment not long after, he suddenly felt a pain emerging from around the stomach. Slowly spread to the heart like a puncture of hundreds of needles.
With the pain in check, Taja was forced to get up from the bed, step over the barrage, and try to find the nearest help. Many times he woke up but no one there came to a room behind the treatment, a nurse curled up near the wall. His shoulders shook with sobs of restrained crying.
”Sorry, may I have some medicine? My stomach hurts so much,” Taja asked the nurse. But the one asked kept the face hidden between two crossed arms above his knees bent to the chest.
”Can you hear me?” being still unnoticed, Taja approached her.
And what was obtained from his request was a blank look from the nurse's face, a pair of eyes bruised from crying long enough.
”Can you help me?” pinta Taja again, strongly pleaded for the nurse to help her to give the medicine.
Slowly, the woman nurse's face looked up to her, ”Do I seem to care about you?” not something appropriate in response, the fact that the nurse's sad face does imply indifference.
”But I really need medicine. Please,” Taja very moaning can not stand.
”And a friend of mine needs help. But no one is generous in forgiving him, but what he did was no mistake!”
”Who do you mean?” tanya Taja with bawling breath.
”Lanting!”
Taja had remembered the name, but there was not enough time to think about it because he himself was in pain. In a state of worsening, he was forced to search for drugs himself that were around the shelves. Naturally, he grabbed a bottle of black pills he got from the affordable shelf bulkhead.
”Do not drink that!” the nurse shouted as she realized that. Late, the five pills had already been swallowed round and round by Taja. While the rest that was still in the bottle slipped out of hand then broke, resulting in dozens of pills strewn on the floor.
Taja tense in standing position. While the nurse was also tensely staring at him.
Not yet finished the nurse spoke, Taja felt something about to be spewed out.
”Hueek ..., ” he also ran outside the ward, towards the small pot that was there.
”Huek ...,” repeatedly like that, but only nausea and dizziness only. Nothing was spewed out again except a few drops of thick black liquid.
”Stupid! Do you know what you drink?” the nurse came out the same door.
”What happened to Lanting?” Just divert the question.
”I asked you how you are, but you reminded me of Lanting!”
”Didn't you care about me? Now I ask what happened to Lanting?”
”Lanting will be executed this time as well!”
”Lantas, we'll just shut up?”
”You think who can help someone ahead of the execution? There was nothing I could do but dare to watch the execution!” the nurse again sobbed very sad, implied from the way she looked in the far direction of a place that was still accessible to the eyes of their existence at that time.
”Lanting ...,” Taja mentioned that name.
Not usually, after the Lion Hunt gong hit the hammer more than twice and followed by a special trumpet Tanapura the sign immediately held an important event that was immediately commemorated. Taja and the nurse's attention turned to the distant crowd that still caught the eye from the balcony of the 5th level of the treatment ward.
”No!” the nurse shouted hysterically, almost simultaneously with the echo of the trumpet roar that the execution was about to begin, not remembering anything else, he immediately greeted in that direction.
The same panic makes Taja even seem to forget that he is in a state of pain. He rushed to find a way to get closer to the execution area.
Still too far away and the view is a little blocked by fog but quite clearly caught the eye, this time Taja was already standing on the edge of a row of large gaping windows along the passage overlooking there. Unsatisfied, Taja tried to jump over the roof-roofed palace buildings.
Hup!
Last time, Taja stood on one of the tower levels, coincidentally facing the execution ground. He saw more clearly the figure of Lanting Lanting bare-chested helpless, being adrift in a gallows with both hands tied to a strong rope knot on a cross tens of feet high. Under him, a pile of wood was ready to be ignited by a guard there.
”Lanting ...,” said softly, no one heard, Taja crept between the mast section of the tower balcony.
Meanwhile, a chief bodyguard called for an edict from Paduka in the form of a roll of cloth, ”Infiltrators, disguises and pollution of the clan, the punishment was to be burned alive!”
In a different place, all residents of Tanapura area witnessed it. Hundreds of healer and priest students rushed to one level of the building to see the execution even from a distance. Teachers, servants, guards, even the ladies-in-waiting watched. No different from the disciples of the healer, Princess Alingga was there, most of them were afraid, some others chose not to see, some dared to witness the unusual events of the day.
In the final moments leading up to the execution, all activities came to a halt. So too is the school of government. No exception, Seruni himself. Because he was the one who caused the execution for Lanting.
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