The Red-robed Woman's Revenge

Digging up the remaining memories.

Two days passed, that morning Risma helped Cloud tidy up her clothes. Blanket on the bed that was a mess immediately in his fold, Risma was surprised behind the blanket was tucked reddish shiny stone.

"What rock is this Le, once you've kept that kind of thing?." Risma asked by holding the shiny Stone.

Then the Cloud frowned and watched the Stone even deeper.

The stone seemed familiar to me, Inner Clouds concentrated hard on remembering something.

Suddenly there were pieces of the story, which flashed through his mind. Seen a beautiful woman in a typical Javanese dress, standing on a throne with a man whose face is slightly blurry. They were celebrating a party, came another figure who invited him to the human realm, and he brought with him the mustika candra I remember. Yes the reddish-colored shiny stone is a mustika sakti of the supernatural realm.

Amidst his inner upheaval, Larasati comes to take him home. The girl rounded her eyes, staring in disbelief at what she saw.

"Where did you get this stone." Larasati spoke stammeringly.

"Let's go, son, I found her under the blanket that Cloud was wearing." Clearly Risma handed the stone to the Clouds.

Clouds were holding onto the mustika stone by frowning her, she was trying to recall something she might have forgotten. Traffic some memory where a man was asking him to replace his position, the memory pieces continue to shift where it looks stiff body of a man lying on a cage.

Various memories emerged as a summary of a film, there was pain, pain, and hope so great, tears streaming down the cheeks, but too late he rubbed it. Larasati saw the clouds like confusion.

"What's Wan why are you crying? tell me, we're friends, who knows if I can help."

"There's no race, I just...." Clouds confused what to answer, fortunately Risma appeared, carrying a wheelchair.

"Let's Wan go home now, you still have to sit in a wheelchair, because your legs are still weak."

They bring Awan back to his small contract, the mother wants to bring Awan back to the village, but his treatment at the Hospital is still ongoing. Larasati smiled by patting the Cloud's shoulder.

"When I get well, Wan, I have to go home first, my mother is in need of my help." Larasati said goodbye with a sad face.

"Wait for Race, take this stone with you, never let go of this stone, I have a bad feeling about you, and it looks like this stone is a talisman for one's safety."

"Since when have you believed in such a thing, since you woke up from a coma, I feel that if you've changed, where'd the religious cloud go, then where'd you get this stone?." Ask Larasati questioningly.

"I myself also don't understand, I feel if the account has her multiple personality. Sometimes I feel very understanding about religion, but I also understand about mystical and supernatural things. What's wrong with me Race, and that stone is a mustika stone belonging to a female figure in the supernatural realm, somehow I can have it." The clouds were getting more confused with the sweat that was wetting his forehead.

"Wait, when you're lying in a coma in the ICU Room, does your soul get detached from your body?."

Clouds frowned and tried to recall, the more he concentrated his body would weaken, but he still tried to dig up the memories covered by the mystery veil.

...Seriate....