The River House

35. Desperate Asa

A thick red liquid flows from the abdomen and back. Step gontai brushed elephant grass at chest level. While the sky was starless, a pair of eyes had yet to get used to seeing in the dark.

Galang is still trying to move his legs, although the pain, soreness and pain throughout his body is increasingly torturous. Several times the tips of his toes stumbled over rocks or maybe the roots of plants, not clearly visible because of the dark. 

"Ughhh," Galang leaned his body against a large sengon tree.

Galang blinked, trying to get used to so that his eyes could see in the dark. No one could help him, his HP was dead, and no light of any kind was shining under the black-clad sky.

"Ha ha ha ha," Galang laughed softly. Laughing at his unlucky fate. If only he had not been tempted by the lure of money from the Rich Man and was not willing to come to meet his invitation, at this time he must have been relaxing to enjoy the twilight on the terrace of his house.

However, the rice had already become porridge. Galang was currently drenched in the blood of the sky, and did not know which direction he should take to get out of the wilderness that locked him up. The wound in Galang's stomach was painful. His throat was also dry.

He began to live his life. His spirit was gnawed away by an unbearable pain. While the book he found in the old cottage was still not separated from his armpits. 

Galang still does not believe, if it turns out that 'it' is a cold-blooded criminal figure. He was actually very curious what exactly was the motive of his old friend's vile behavior. 

"Ah, asshole! My eyes are starting to blur. God, should I die and rot in a place like this?" Galang raved in despair.

As Galang thought about giving up, in silence he heard a voice. A voice that brings a little hope to her. A faint faint sound rang out the sound of water gurgling in the distance.

Galang sharpened his hearing. And it's true, he wasn't dreaming. The sound of the river flow sayup sayup captured by his eardrum.

"Ha ha. . .You will not allow me to give up apparently" Galang chuckled while looking up.

With great difficulty, he tried to stand up. He was holding onto a tree behind him. Almost his body collapsed back when the pain in his stomach tear felt throbbing. However, she managed to fight back her pain and steeled herself to stand up straight.

Galang inhaled a deep breath, then walked following the gurgling sound of water. He had no idea which way he was going. North, or south looks the same.

And it turns out, Galang is heading in the right direction. The sound of the river water was getting louder. He's getting closer to the river. 

I don't know what time it was when Galang reached the river. What is clear is that the atmosphere is really very dark. The air felt colder many times. Galang immediately washed his face and downed the river water with great greed.

The thirst has been healed. Now, Galang sat on a large rock by the river while pressing the wound on his stomach. Galang thought to go down the river, walking in the direction of the flow of water. He was sure, there must be a village down there. But how far is the road to go? Not even know. He was also unsure that his body would be strong if he had dozens of kilometers to go through.

"Ughh, but it's better to die after trying than to stand still waiting for the end," Galang smiled wryly.

Grimacing with pain, Galang walked down the river. Many sharp pebbles that injure the feet already*ng Galang along the river.

Galang stopped at a turn, because the river water flow branched in that place. He was confused about choosing a branch on his right or left. While the cold was getting pierced through his thin t-shirt that was torn in some parts.

The night sky that had seemed dark, suddenly turned a little blue. Clumping and gathering clouds began to scatter away, although the raindrops they had not yet dropped. Galang looked up to give thanks in his heart. If it had rained, it would have added torment to his body and mind.

I decided to stop at that place. Take some twigs and dry foliage on the banks of the river. He stacked and burned it using a slightly wet match, which he stowed in his pants pocket.

Sitting in front of the fireplace. Feels pretty warm. And now he could clearly see the incision in his stomach was still wet and red. Little wonder, where did he get the strength to endure seeing the current condition of him being severely injured.

Galang picked up the book he had clamped on his armpit from earlier this afternoon. The smell of sweat is quite stinging. But he tried to ignore it.

Back, Galang opened the middle of the book page. Look at old photos that look moldy in some parts. Then, move on to the next page. A little difficult to read the writing of blue ink that has worn off and blur.

'Dropping the mentality of someone who looks weak, will not make you stronger'

A sentence that reads clearly. Galang continued to read sentence by sentence written in the old book. Several times mentioned the author's desire to end his life. Galang sighed, regret was so tight in his chest.

Krsskk Krrsskkk

There was a voice that shocked Galang, disperse his daydream. The sound was like dry foliage being trampled under the thickets across the river.

Noticing the source of the sound. The grass and plants appear to move slowly. Two pairs of shiny eyes brushed the grass. Stunned, the feathers stood.

Guvets

The stray dog barked, watching Galang with his drool dripping excessively. Galang tried not to move suddenly so as not to surprise the beast.

Slowly a pair of dogs with dark brown fur walked closer to Galang. There were many wounds all over the dog's body, such as a fairly deep lash. On his neck was also a strap. Galang is now aware, the animal is not a wild animal. Animals that are intentionally kept.

Strike with heart and slowly take out a piece of burning wood. As the savage dog got closer, Galang stood up and brandished the wood in his hand. The flames stopped the dogs from approaching. There was only a growl and a wild look with sharp fingernails stuck to the sandy soil on the river bank.

* * *

Meanwhile, as Galang tried to fight and survive his life, Denis was sitting daydreaming in the corner of the bed in his room. He was busy writing a song. Several times he crossed out and replaced words that felt less poetic.

That's when Denis' room door was knocked slowly from the outside. A piece of paper tucked under the door. Denis took the paper and found a short message.

'A third of the night will be cold, I'll wait for you in the bathroom corridor. Let's warm each other up. :)'

'Nori'

Denis smiled reading it. He was immediately imagined with reddish thin lips that were cracked, as well as fine fur fur on the neckline belonging to the beautiful woman. 

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