The Chronicle Of Jawata (Compilation Trial Edition)

4.38.

"You offended him!"

Eng Hum said stuck in his throat, while pulling Radhit's arm out of the library.

"I didn't know he was there," Radhit said regretfully, recalling at a glance, Singh pegged from the corner of the bookshelves with a serious look towards him.

"What happened to Singh, won't happen to you!" Eng Hum.

"Be sure it is like that!" The girl was sure.

"You're a Muarralintang!" Eng Hum helps Radhit to be strong. With the great name of the Radhit family.

"You and your mother won't be that easy to execute!"

"This country needs you!" the word Eng Hum is more than just corroborating, even though it is already alluding to the death penalty.

"Now, meet Singh immediately and apologize to him!" Pinta Eng Hum as command.

"I've tried so many times to talk to him, but he never wants to talk to anyone!" Radhit.

"He also doesn't care what he's booed about! He's like an undead!" Added Radhit.

"Then when did we all let him be like that?" Eng Hum asked. He seems to care a lot about Singh. So did Radhit. But Singh seemed to withdraw from the outside world and stay away from anyone called human.

"Nobody has been able to heal his grief until now, instead you chimed in with your words!" eng Hum said, this time it does not seem to empathize with Radhit.

Her footsteps that were far away were enough to decipher her departure that ended without a smile as usual.

"Eng Hum..," Radhit called out to him but the girl kept going.

Radhit left there. He was heading somewhere in the Kaninggaluh Palace area. Tracing along the passageway to the path of the male disciple bathing river.

Radhit was confused to start the words. At his disposal, Singh had long since muttered himself. More than that, he also wanted to drown himself out of the world.

Evidently, twice Singh tried to drink poison but always the poison that had been dipped successfully offered with various drugs. Someone more than once saved Singh before death took his life.

"I miss your beautiful flute as before, when we were herding horses together in the valley" Radhit said.

"We've also been lost all night in the woods. Your flute signifies our existence, while people are looking for traces of us both," Radhit continued, reminiscing about the times they were together until the most difficult times and solved the problem together.

"I still remember, when we got lost all the way to the village border." Radhit had not finished talking, but Singh had first moved to leave his side.

"Singh, really you don't want to talk to me anymore?" Ask Radhit.

"Again, after that maybe I'll be like you. I'm afraid I won't be able to say sorry" Radhit looked at Singh moving away.

"Pardon me.." Radhit said that even though Singh didn't care.

Singh. A young scholar student with a new hairstyle is growing. It was clearly guessed a few weeks ago that he had shaved his own hair. Now, his new hair that grew was still stiff and about the size of eyebrow hairs.

Just this time, Singh finally responded though not by speaking. He raised his flute, began to blow it gently, as beautiful as Radhit wanted.

But it was never as perfect as the beauty it once was, obviously it was because the heart that played the flute was still in a deep state of grief.

Radhit was afraid that such a cold heart would happen to him. After the flute is finished, Singh's figure completely disappears behind the fence at the end of the signposts of the baths.

Left alone Radhit on the edge of the small river that ripples clear and shallow.

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