The Mist of Love of the Angel

Cemara Derai

Thin fog covered the top of Rinjani. The legend of beauty and majesty, a silent witness to every strand of Sasak tribe story full of simplicity, deceit and sacrifice. The true narrator of this story. The Mist of Love of the Angel ....

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"I want to find my parents, Teacher " whispered Raksa with trembling lips. A flood of feelings that were like flood water. Firmly Keep the Raksa, drowning his face in hope, bowed.

The old man before him stared with different eyes than usual.

"I can't help you anymore, it's time you wrote the answers to every question and puzzle in your heart" replied the Master.

He had resisted his disciple's will dozens of times. He then removed the ring on his ring finger and handed it to Raksa.

"This ring is one of the 7 human heirlooms. With inner strength you can keep and bring out everything in it. Inside there is also something that is the key to your identity. Including your marriage agreement with a girl. Come down the mountain tomorrow. Your main goal is a small village. His name is Lenek Village, the westernmost part of the Selaparang kingdom area. Meet a man named Raden Wirangbaya. He will explain all your questions. I also kept the Black Mermaid heirloom for you. Use it to defend the truth" then the old man fell silent and rose to his room of exile.

On the doorstep he stopped for a moment. Breathing heavy.

"If your hopes are not as beautiful as your dreams, you can come back anytime, even if you may not find me here anymore"

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My tears are proof of my wounded heart's blood

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Tanya needs an answer even if it hurts. Stories and happiness are equal in nature. Happy in the heart and hate in the head. The two separated a thin distance without any remainder. The Raksa realized that everything had to end. Who are his parents. Why is he isolated here?. Then the figure of the fiancee that never crossed his mind. Who her?

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Raksa stood on the edge of a steep cliff. Behind him a flower of eternity bloomed. Far below there the expanse of Segara Anak lake lies. Peace in a mysterious fog.

The young man's hand bought a grass bathed in the remaining clear water point of the mist.

He wanted to see this place for the last. Because he cannot guarantee when he will return to this place.

This is where he spent half his life. In solitude. Slender. This place is everything. All that was scattered were his family, friends and part of the cries of his childhood and adolescence.

He poults every curve of valleys, canyons and hills. Hey ..maybe like the beauty of a girl's curves in her hallucinations. A Balinese girl who was told about her teacher. Marwati Komang.

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Good bye ...

I'll forget you when I've forgotten to breathe.....

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The sun was already high when he came out from the edge of the forest. In front of him now appears a small village that looks deserted. In the grasslands on the outskirts of the village some cows are free to look for grass. A boy was seen coolly relaxing on the branches of a fruitful Jaot tree. Entering the village is a classic sight. Women and girls pounding rice. Her voice was as sweet as a mother's miss. Calling you home from the land.

From some women he got an explanation of his purpose. He had to walk for about three more days. He suggested finding Ramban Beaq village first. The village is part of the newly developed village of Lenek.

By night the Raksa decided to rest.

Silent night. There was sadness in his heart. He was like he was thrown into a foreign world. There was no sound of the heart-wrenching leaves of Cemara. Derai spruce senders dream dreams. The roar of the fir represented the cry of his soul whenever he asked who, who was his mother and father. There's no answer. Even his teacher kept the truth a secret. Is that secret so scary?

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"Betul son of Mas, where and what needs to find our village? Ask the old man.

"I just happened to stop by, I want to go to the village of Lenek "he said politely.

"Ooo... It's also part of the village of Lenek, is Mas's son looking for someone?" The man looked at Raksa full of investigation.

"Betul kek, my name is Raksa, I just got off the mountain, there is a little important business" Raksa explained casually.

"Child Mas looks tired, if you want children Mas can stop by for a rest, oh yes uncle's name, Retet Anak. Just call, Retet" explained the old man.

After thinking for a moment Raksa accepted the kind-hearted man's proposal. Retet was also astonished at herself, she felt that there was something interesting about this young man. His face was handsome with eyebrows like a sword, clean skin . His stature was slender but muscular. There was an aura of nobility that made one want to stare at him many times.

What a handsome young man despite wearing a simple dress. If she was a woman, she could destroy a city with her charm. Like Corona. Hey .. why Corona was brought in.

I don't know!!!

Along the way they cross paths with residents who look at Raksa with a full view of the search.

Retet's grandfather told her succinctly that their hamlet was insecure. A lot of cattle are missing. Almost every night a bunch of thieves get in on the action. Residents have tried to patrol many times but still some are missing. In addition, the head of Raden Ramban Beak village was going to Selaparang to call His Majesty. He'll be back in a month.

"Maybe I can help grandfather and the citizens here" Raksa offered.

Retet's grandfather agreed but he could not help. After walking long enough they arrived at a simple house roofed Rumbia and walled bamboo. There's a bug in the yard next to the cow pen. Because there is no guest room, Raksa chose at rest in berugak. While waiting for dinner he chose to clean himself in the shower near the old man's house. .

When he returned the food was ready. A daughter, Grandpa Retet's granddaughter looks shy about arranging food. They both live. Mum and dad are gone. My grandfather took care of him.

Then choose to eat alone in the kitchen. His grandfather didn't mind. Understandably, innocent hamlet girls do not interact much with men.

The family is a little surprised by the situation. He can feel how bitter it is to live without a father and mother. Although there is no shortage of material but the presence of the figure of mother and father is needed.

Who my father and mother were, why they left and never looked for me. Am I an hopeless child?

The question again squirms and makes Raksa more curious.

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The voice of the distilled belo echoed serenely. Trying to seduce the thick of a witty night teasing Cangklong lights on the fence of the house. I don't know who the blower is. His voice represents his blower. The soul whimpering, telling about the loneliness of living in hard age in the life of the lover. This is the meaning that Raksa captured. He understood that because he was raised in the language of nature, as breezy as the wind and the moody forest animals.

His grandfather and grandson had fallen asleep. Raksa chose to sleep in the air. Grandpa sleeps in a cow pen, it's his only treasure.

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A little quiet night. The sound of slow footsteps is unable to fool the ears of trained Raksa. He immediately jumped up and lightly flew up on the branch of the carcass tree in the courtyard. Ajian Kijang Kencana the final stage has been mastered. Makes his body as light as cotton in the wind

A group of people were settling into the darkness. Slowly. Who're they? A heart thief or a cow?

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