The River House

40. What sound is it?

Fadlan motorbike apparently suffered quite severe damage. The front wheel is bent, also the shock part looks high next door. Fadlan scratched his head, puzzled.

"Where are you going?" Ask one of the police officers named Tarji.

"You're coming home sir" replied Fadlan.

"Where are you guys?" Tarji asked back.

"Kampung forest edge K subdistrict," said Fadlan.

"Here you go, your bike will be taken with my friend, the workshop guy. Later only give your WA number," continued Adi, a police officer who looks handsome and authoritative.

"So, how are we going to get home, sir?" Ask Fadlan.

"Let us deliver" Adi replied convincingly.

Fadlan exchanged glances with Wignyo. There was no other choice, and no reason to refuse. Wignyo with a battered face nodded slowly. Signify he agrees.

Finally, two young people were driven home by police officers' cars. No meaningful conversations on the way. The two police officers, did not care much about the sack that Wignyo was carrying. They only talk about durian harvest season that failed due to high rainfall.

Twenty minutes on the way finally the dark blue car belonging to Pak Tarji police arrived at the entrance of the village. The rocky road and quite steep finally made Tarji stop the speed of his car.

"Sorry, get here. The car just didn't seem right, worried about getting hit by a rock," Tarji smiled.

"Ah yes Sir. Thank you very much for the ride" said Wignyo with a face full of blue bumps.

"Other times, it is better to find a busy road passed by people even though a little far away, than through a shortcut but quiet. Because today, a lot of evil happens because of the opportunities we create ourselves. Take care of health as well," continued Adi gave advice.

"Ready Sir. Once again thank you," said Fadlan as he got out of the car, and immediately walked away from the two good-natured police officers.

Adi and Tarji Police are still watching the two young villagers he just helped. Fadlan's kribo hair was seen swinging rayun in the wind. Tarji smiled watching her.

"What the hell are they carrying in the sack?" Adi asked while observing Wignyo who walked staggered.

"Maybe merchandise in," continued Tarji.

"Eh Ji, by the way our member has a leave of absence to visit his family. Isn't the area here?" Ask Adi again.

"The Bayu yes. If not wrong, his family is the richest man here. His house was horrified in the middle of the forest," replied Tarji, pointing to the hills that looked cool green.

"Ooh. Ayok Ji, we'll be right back. There's a case we have to deal with, right?" Adi pats Tarji on the shoulder. Tarji nodded, and immediately turned the wheel of his car.

Meanwhile, Fadlan and Wignyo had walked a long way down the rugged rural streets. There are some puddles of water between the rocks that are arranged less neatly.

"When our village can move forward. The road kayak kini kok left just like that," complained Wignyo saw the way his village untouched repair.

"Yes if passing north, also quite smooth Nyo," replied Fadlan cuek.

"The road was built quite well because the access to Rich Man's house was right. Just try me to be rich, you know, the streets don't love all marble" Wignyo joked.

"If you want to be rich now you can. That's money in the sack. Let's just take it down" said Fadlan, raising one of his eyebrows.

"Gosh, that corrupt brain of yours. Even though we people don't have, destitute, unemployed, but I have to remember one thing. Don't take something that isn't ours. Do you want when you eat to arrive?" Wignyo.

"Idiihhh, yes, Father of truth. I was just kidding. Don't be serious. Your bidat gets wider later," Fadlan sneered.

Wignyo and Fadlan continued walking, passing through the streets that always looked lonely. There are not many people they meet. Only occasionally there are fathers who go to the garden carrying sickles. Maybe to graze or just look at the fields.

Finally they reached a fork. They took the road to the left. The cement road is quite flat and clean. The road to Rich Man's house.

"Why you?" Wignyo asked in wonder.

"This is my stomach mules. I'm not going to the river yet" Fadlan said.

"Hey hey don't pee," Wignyo snapped a little.

"Udah can't stand it" Fadlan replied as she ran. Wignyo could only shake his head.

Fadlan ran down the slope under the road. His stomach was getting sore, twisted, unbearable. 

"Damn it, the effect of eating leftover fried chicken last night" Fadlan murmured as she held onto her stomach.

Fadlan's on the river. And without caring anymore about the surroundings, he immediately took off his pants and threw them on a large rock by the river. He soaked his pant*t in the cold, rushing river water.

A few minutes later, Fadlan smiled. He rubbed the sweat on his forehead. 

"Fiuuhhhh, leganyaaa" said Fadlan sumringah.

Fadlan immediately headed for the big rock where his pants were lying. And that's when he heard a voice. Strange sounds like groans of pain.

The fur of Fadlan's head immediately stood bristling. His neck felt cold and enlarged. The quiet and dim atmosphere of the river adds to the uncomfortable feeling. Fadlan was not aware of it because it was diverted with a stomach that felt pain.

"Eegghh Eghhhh," again, the sound of groans of pain was heard.

Fadlan gulped, his throat felt choked dry. For some reason when fear overpowers, the vocal cords seem to disappear. Fadlan was scared, and curious. Where did that strange sound come from?

"Bah, amit mbah, excuse me" said Fadlan in a trembling voice. 

Fadlan hesitantly walked towards the source of the sound. From behind the boulder on the river bank, the sound was heard more and more clearly. Fadlan looked up, seeing what kind of creature was groaning.

Wearing only the cel*na dal*m, Fadlan slowly peeked out from behind the stone. And how surprised he was when he saw a human figure lying on his stomach in the sand of the river, full of wounds. And the figure who was groaning in pain that Fadlan found was none other than Galang.

While Wignyo was still sitting crouching on the side of the road. With a ndongkol feeling, he waited for Fadlan. Wignyo could only look at the dense trees before him. There are some durian trees that appear to flower quite a lot.

"People say our land is the land of heaven. Wooden sticks and stones became plants," Wignyo sang with his heavy voice.

"Nyoooo Nyooo," 

As Wignyo began to buzz, Fadlan's voice shouted. The big crib-haired man was seen running around wearing only a shabby purple d*na d*lam.

"It's crazy it's a boy" muttered Wignyo.

"Nyooo, please Nyooo," Fadlan still continued to shout as he ran closer to Wignyo.

"What the hell is it?" Wignyo asked, after Fadlan was before him.

Fadlan regulated his breathing. Sweat drenched all over his body. His hair looks dirty and wet.

"There is. . .there is a Nyooo man," said Fadlan in between his breath that ngososan.

"Who? Lek To's? Ngarit?" Wignyo asked casually.

"People fainted. The body is full of wounds" replied Fadlan riled.

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