The River House

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"There's a Nyooo blackout" said Fadlan riled. 

"Village people here?" Ask Wignyo.

"Open. A stranger. The body is full of wounds, new kayaks are attacked by wild animals," Fadlan explained.

"Ah cooking? What is dedemit c*k? Goosebumps me," Wignyo rubbed his neck.

"Taken effect. We help you yok. Could die if left alone," Fadlan grabbed Wignyo's hand, dragging him.

"Sek too, a minute," Wignyo rebuked.

"The brother was taken. This money, trust," said Wignyo while carrying a sack filled with money from the bank.

Wignyo was half running, following Fadlan. Wignyo was actually holding back the laughter of seeing his man-haired friend running around wearing only a shabby and shabby CD. Fadlan and Wignyo along the river bank, until finally reached the place where Galang fell in pain.

"Wow, are you still breathing?" Wignyo hesitantly approached. He watched closely, there was a slight movement on Galang's figure lying helplessly.

Wignyo hurriedly put down his innate sack. He touched Galang's neck. There was still breath and pulse, even though it felt very weak.

"Where's Nyoo?" Ask Fadlan in a panic.

"Anu, call the village midwife. Cepeeet!" Wignyo Command.

Fadlan immediately picked up his trousers lying on the rock. He reached for HP in his pants pocket. Fadlan searched for the village midwife's number in her HP. But apparently, he didn't find what he was looking for.

"I don't have a Nyooo number. Don't keep the number of midwives," Fadlan scratched his head.

"Cengooohhh, Mendhoo. What's your HP for? Just to keep the number e cabe cabe cabe next door," Wignyo shouted in annoyance.

"Mulutmuuu," protested Fadlan.

"Uughhh," arrived Galang moaning.

"Nyoo, I think Masnya want to say something," Fadlan pointed at Galang's mouth which seemed to move slowly.

"Ambilin water river try," Wignyo again gave the order.

"Take it with what?" Fadlan was confused.

"Your hand grandfather. Want to use anything else, there is no container as well. Let's give you a drink. Who knows, he could be sooner" Wignyo sewot.

Fadlan hunted down to the river. He cupped his hands and tried to get as much water as he could. While Wignyo helped Galang to sit leaning against the stone. 

"Now," Fadlan thrust his palm before Wignyo.

"Yes drink the same Mas to Fadlaann. It's me you tell to drink, '" Wignyo shook his head. Fadlan.

Fadlan was a panic-stricken person. Especially seeing the terrible conditions of Galang. Tattered clothes camping, full of blood stains. Also scratch marks of wild animals, with wounds that are still wet. Obviously Fadlan's guts shrieked.

He drank the water in Fadlan's palm. His throat was a little relieved. Although his breathing felt heavy, his chest felt tight. Galang did not recognize the two silly young men who were before him. 

"You who? Quickly help people. .uhuukk," Galang coughed. It is difficult to maintain consciousness. I just want him to give up. Perhaps death was more comfortable than surviving in such a dying state as it is today.

"Ah we are citizens here. We happened to be going to the Rich Man's mansion. And found you. What the hell's going on? You who?" Wignyo rained down on Galang with questions.

It is in a dying condition. It's hard to explain what happened to him. 

"Wood. . .Bayu criminals," said Galang once again. His voice is getting louder. In the end, he returned unconscious.

"Wood? Who is Bayu Mas?" Wignyo asked not understanding. But his interlocutor is now silent. His eyes closed, leaving only a slow breath.

"Fainting again," Wignyo touched Galang's neck. Still has his pulse.

"How is this Nyo?" Fadlan asked again, after being silent for a while.

"Call who's that cake. Bring a stretcher or something. Mr. carik or mr kasun, have no number?" Tanya Wignyo gave an idea.

Fadlan nodded. Then press a number on its HP. Fadlan's phone was connected to one of the village's devices. Fadlan recounts that he and Wignyo found a foreign figure covered in wounds on the banks of the river.

"Where?" Wignyo asked after Galang finished calling.

"Pak No Kasun is coming. Invite citizens as well. Let's just wait for Nyo" replied Fadlan while wearing his pants.

Finally Fadlan and Wignyo waiting for the arrival of the citizens. Wignyo several times touched the neck of Galang, to make sure that the man was still breathing.

After fifteen minutes of waiting, finally came Mr. No Kasun, along with some residents. They were seen carrying two bamboo slats and several sheets of sarong cloth.

"Sir No, here sir!" Shouted Fadlan calling out.

Mr. Kasun and some residents rushed to Fadlan and Wignyo's place. They were quite surprised when they saw the figure of a man who was injured and in an unconscious condition.

"Sir No, how good is this?" Fadlan asked while pointing at Galang who was fainting.

"Silent. Tell you what, we take this Mas to Polindes. Let's get first aid from the midwife. Well, after that we report with the police, how good it is," said Mr. No Kasun.

"We can't help, because I'm the same Wignyo has to go to Rich Man's house with money," continued Fadlan pointed to the sack near Wignyo.

"Yes I understand. In any case Mr. Zainul is a meritorious person in our village. We owe him a lot of debt. So, you two execute Mr. Zainul's orders and requests. Let us carry this wounded Mas. Come on, Mr. Lik, let's stretcher the Mas and take it to Polindes!" Mr. No Kasun gave orders to his citizens.

One by one the citizens spread out some sheets of sarong cloth that they brought. It is then laid on two prepared bamboos. And be it, a pretty strong stretcher. Wignyo helped lift Galang's limp figure onto the stretcher. After that, the residents compactly lifted and took away the injured Galang to get help immediately.

"Hopefully still helped, Nyo," said Fadlan after the group of Mr. No Kasun had left.

"You remember what Mas said before he passed out?" Wignyo.

"Save the people in that house. Bayu. That's if I didn't hear wrong," Fadlan recalled.

"My feeling is not good," Wignyo sighed.

"Aren't you numb?" Fadlan chuckled at the mockery.

"As**!" Wignyo.

"Here it is, anyway, our duty to deliver this money to the Rich Man's house. After that we get a salary. Pretty sure, you can hang out Neng Rika hanging out at the cafe sub-district," said Fadlan with a smile.

"Rikaaaaaaaaa that's in your brain," Wignyo shook his head, and again carried the sack containing the money.

Finally, the two young men of the village resumed their journey. They walked along the path leading to the Rich Man's house. Fadlan unceasingly whistled all the way. While Wignyo was silent. I don't know what he was feeling, his premonition says something bad is going to happen.

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