The River House

XLIX. Cry Miko

In the dim lighting of the lamp, Mak Surti lay on his shabby mattress. His eyes were covered with tears that kept on breaking. While his mouth was endlessly calling Miko's name.

Mr. Nyoto crouched in the corner of the room. He held his head with both palms. He was raving indistinctly, like he was casting a spell. The old man was in despair. The boy who had long awaited his presence, kidnapped an unknown person in the middle of the wilderness.

"Haaaaa Mikoooo, back Naakkk!" mak Surti shouted arrived. His voice sounded heartbreaking, heartbreaking.

Mr. Nyoto who heard the screams hurriedly stood up and slapped his own cheeks many times. His breath sounded heavy and heavy.

"Look! I'll just stay quiet here, right? Let me find Miko!" Mr. Nyoto growled in despair. Mak Surti did not reply. With swollen and closed eyes, there was an uninterrupted sobbing sound.

Mr. Nyoto snatched a flashlight over the closet. He rushed out of the room with very quick steps. The thick-bearded man then exited the house through the back door.

Wearing a building store gift shirt, Mr. Nyoto ran to the house next door. The house was originally intended for Mr. Nyoto and his family. But now the house is full of dead bodies.

When the door of the house was opened, a foul scent immediately pierced the nose. There were 3 bodies lying on the kitchen table. Erfan with a pungent aroma of poison. Ali Sabet with a shriek in a shrunken neck. And Inge with a gaping stab wound.

"Nuwun sewu nggeh, nuwun sewuu," said Mr. Nyoto as he bowed, as he passed the table full of bodies.

No matter how strong Mr. Nyoto tried to fight his fear, the old man still trembled in front of some corpses that had started to rot. But no matter how small the guts, Mr. Nyoto has made up his mind to find and save Miko.

Mr. Nyoto opened the drawer of the kitchen cabinet and picked up the large machete he used to cut meat. Lots of rats and cockroaches running around. Animals that are accustomed to the dirty place as if they were partying with the scent of carrion that filled the entire room.

"Hooeekk!" Mr. Nyoto threw up suddenly. His head felt dizzy throbbing, unable to bear the foul aroma that was pouring out around him.

A little stagger Mr. Nyoto out of the room. Now he's under a banyan tree behind the house. He shook his hands, trying to remove the smell that still smelled as if it was sticky with the bristles of his nose.

After spitting several times, Mr. Nyoto turned on his flashlight and immediately walked into the forest. Mr. Nyoto stepped in an uncertain direction. He doesn't know where Miko is, there's no clue at all.

Every now and then Mr. Nyoto swings a machete in the hand. Thorny bush bushes do disturb and block his footsteps.

"Mikooo?? Mikoo?" yelled Mr. Nyoto breaking the silence.

The sky is getting stronger. Raindrops that felt very cold hit Mr. Nyoto's cheeks.

"God, give me back my son" Mr. Nyoto said in tears. Her tears fell along with the rain.

"Mikooo? My kid? Home Son, this is Father," cried Mr. Nyoto in despair. With tears and blurred vision from the rain, the old man continued to step foot.

Children are a gift in the household life of Mr. Nyoto. How Mr. Nyoto and Mak Surti a dozen years married, but never got a baby. All efforts have been made, ranging from health checks, to going to smart people. However, there is no happy outcome.

Until finally their prayers were answered. Although a little late with the age that began to age, Miko was born in good health. But now, a sinister foreign figure suddenly destroyed Mr. Nyoto's happiness. The figure took Miko away.

When Mr. Nyoto's voice began to hoarse and disappear, in the distance a faint faint sound of something. Mr. Nyoto immediately ran over to the source of the sound. No matter the dozens of thorns scratch and stick in the soles of the feet. Soreness, pain, and pain are ignored when a hope arises from a sound that is heard slipping between the rain spots.

The sound of the boy's cry resounded in the middle of the forest. Mr. Nyoto is very sure that the voice is Miko the son of his se mata puppet. Is his beloved son in pain? The rain? The thought of negative thoughts full of worry filled the contents of Mr. Nyoto's head.

The sound of crying was clear. Mr. Nyoto is getting more convinced, he is close to Miko's whereabouts. Mr. Nyoto jumped and tiptoed among the thickets, until he finally saw a reddish beam of light under a large acacia tree.

A dimly lit torch stuck in the loose forest ground. The torch flame that looks like it will be extinguished in a moment because of the rain and the wind is quite strong.

"Hiii hiiiii," came the sound of crying behind a large acacia tree.

Mr. Nyoto settles the precipitate, trying to move his legs without making a sound. A thoughtful heart that even made him wretched.

Mr. Nyoto continued to look forward, but was less alert with his footing. He let his guard down and suddenly his right foot stumbled onto something. Not yet he had time to see what he had stepped on, the iron boar trap immediately closed and ensnared Mr. Nyoto's right foot.

"Aarrgghhhh!" Mr. Nyoto screamed in pain.

The serrated iron was seen biting and penetrating the right leg shin of Mr. Nyoto. He was trembling withstanding the pain. While the machete he held fell to the ground.

At that moment, from behind a large acacia tree in front of Mr. Nyoto appeared a human figure with half a body full of burns. The figure walked staggered as it approached Mr. Nyoto who grimaced in pain holding his leg.

"Diamond*n! Wrong target," muttered the mysterious female figure staring at the face of Mr. Nyoto who held back pain.

"Who are you?" asked Mr. Nyoto with a pale face as a result of enduring the pain.

"Where's Miko? Where's son? You're the kidnapper?" Mr. Nyoto was now glaring, bluffing the monstrous figure before him.

"There was. Back there," answered the female figure briefly.

"Please give him back for us. Miko is our only child," persuaded Mr. Nyoto memelas.

"Still not yet, I need it to lure that person out of his lair," the monstrous figure snatched the torch stuck on the ground. Then hurried away leaving Mr. Nyoto alone.

Mr. Nyoto groaned again when the boar trap felt increasingly clutching his legs.

"Aarrgghhh!" Mr. Nyoto is in pain. He was sure the bone in his leg had been shattered.

There is no time for whining and wailing. The fact that Miko is still alive and well, makes Mr. Nyoto like getting extra energy. As much as possible, Mr. Nyoto tried to open a trap that stuck in his feet.

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