The River House

44. Mr. Zainul

Sweat dripped, flowing down his shiny temple. Its wide forehead also does not escape from the grains of sweat as large as corn seeds. Wignyo seemed exhausted walking while carrying a sack of money sheet.

"Second a minute. Rest first. Not strong me," pinta Wignyo with a breath that ngos an.

"The new cooking runs two kilos already collapsing Nyoo. We young people must be passionate, with determination and will we can rule the world. Don't be tired," ridiculed Fadlan while grinning. Fadlan was also seen regulating the breath, ketapek an.

"Bapakmu salto! You're good, tok street. I brought a sack of kayak gini you know," Wignyo slammed the sack on his shoulder quite hard.

"That's money, Nyoo. Don't just bash. We work a lifetime also not necessarily collected that much," Fadlan stroked the sack elus lying on the grass.

"Makanya replace dong, tired of knowing. Where is this my face increasingly throbbing in pain. Duh ouch," Wignyo felt a bruised blue bump on his left cheek.

"You know Nyo I'm weak. Not strong if you have to carry a sack this heavy," Fadlan said.

"He said a great young man, wanting to rule the universe. Ah, shit!" Wignyo sneered, Fadlan just chuckled.

"Talking talking, by the way . . .people who are dying earlier you know, what does that mean? Saving people in big houses? Keep the criminal? Who is Bayu?" Fadlan occupied the sack containing the money, as if it was a sofa to him.

"The story of the dying man is not to be thought about too much" replied Wignyo lightly.

"Keep, guess where that guy came from? Where the clothes are good, brand too. I'm sure it was a rich man" Fadlan guessed.

"Hmm, strange indeed. His body is full of animal scratches. Why is he in the river?" Wignyo stroked his thin-haired beard.

"Don't let him from Mr. Zainul's house. Mr. Zainul seems to have kept a gedhe gedhe deh dog. Import if it's not wrong, right?" Fadlan remembered.

"Don't talk carelessly about you. The kind-hearted Mr. Rich Man could not have done anything bad, tortured people to death that way," Wignyo glared at Fadlan.

"It's not that I mean Nyoo, who knows the person who was mean. Continued to be attacked by his houseguard dog Mr. Zainul," Fadlan reasoned.

"But with horror, two days ago there was indeed a group that came to the house of Mr. Zainul. Their vehicles are parked in a field on the eastern boundary of the village. Maybe it was one of those groups?" fadlan.

"Au ah dizzy me. Try it later if you meet Mr. Zainul we report," continued Wignyo.

"Heh, let's get you up. If the muscles are tired again after walking far, do not immediately sit squat so. Can varicose veins," Wignyo slightly snapped.

"That's the myth of Nyooo, hoax," Fadlan grumbled as he got up from his seat.

Wignyo again lifted the sack containing the money and shouldered it. The two young men of the village continued their journey.

The path that Wignyo and Fadlan had passed, was different from the one that Bayu and his friend had crossed two days ago. Wignyo and Fadlan are native residents, so have memorized the fastest path to the house of the Rich Man. 

Passing through the langsep and duku plantations, Wignyo several times circulated his views. Hope there is a tree that is fruiting, can be used to overcome thirst.

After a long walk, Wignyo found patches of red liquid scattered on the grass and shrubs. He watched as he continued to step his foot. Finally Wignyo was convinced, the red liquid was a droplet of blood.

"Nyooo, getih (blood) what is this?" Fadlan looks scared.

"Where's Nyoo? Just turn around yuk," Fadlan whined. Wignyo stopped his steps.

"When we go back, obviously we'll lose this job. Surely Mr. Zainul is looking for someone else who is more reliable and trusted," said Wignyo full of emphasis.

"Yes, but this is Nyoo's blood. What if something happened at Mr Zainul's house? What kind of treasure struggle is that? Kill?" Fadlan creeps in horror at the thought.

"Ngorgeous. You mostly watch soap operas. Therefore watch it that is useful that you know ah, let's not ngayal that neko neko. And even if something happens at Mr. Zainul's house, we have to protect him. Remember his services to enrich and advance our village," said Wignyo really. Even though he was feeling a little scared right now.

Wignyo continued his steps. He tried to ignore the splashes of blood that are increasingly visible. Fadlan could only obey, walking tail behind Wignyo. 

The smell of rancid and fishy increasingly piercing the sense of smell. This meant that Wignyo and Fadlan were getting closer to the source of the blood that was splattered on the grass. Fadlan did not dare to turn right and left, he continued walking while staring at Wignyo's fielding back.

Until finally, Wignyo stopped suddenly. Fadlan who did not expect, immediately hit Wignyo's body until bounced back.

"Name*n! If you stop talking dong," protested Fadlan. But Wignyo did not say, remained silent.

Fadlan realized something was wrong. Fadlan guessed, Wignyo must have seen something so silent in front of him. With fear mixed with curiosity, Fadlan peeked out from behind Wignyo's broad shoulders.

Horror instantly ambushed Fadlan's heart. His heartbeat sounded so fierce, accompanied by droplets of cold sweat from the nape of his neck and temples. Wignyo just kept silent, the sight before him really made the guts shrink.

In front of Wignyo and Fadlan sat a woman, leaning against a large sengon tree. The woman was pure white, crazy and sexy. Unfortunately, part of his face has been broken. Can no longer be seen and imagined how beautiful the woman who is now lifeless.

"Nyooo, Nyooo's corpse," Fadlan was about to cry. His feet were trembling and limp. He almost wet his pants.

"Nyooo, by the way Nyooo! Let's just go home yuk, naganggg. I miss Nyoo's symb. Sambel pete is still good Nyooo, I don't want to die here Nyoooo!" Fadlan whined and raved. She was crying, her tears flowing profusely on her stye cheeks.

"We just go home" said Wignyo.

Wignyo was also very frightened. Just this time he saw such a vile deed that he lost his word. What creature is so willing to torture a woman to the point of disfiguring her face?

Wignyo and Fadlan turned around, about to return to the village. But it turned out that in front of him now, stood someone who was smiling looking at the two of them.

"Ah, Mr Zainul?" Pekik Fadlan's. There was shock and fear in Fadlan's mind.

"Where are you guys going?" Ask the figure kindly. His voice sounded calm and relaxed.

"We're taking this money, sir. It just so happens to meet you here," said Wignyo overcoming his fear.

"It's your job to carry the money home. So, I hope you guys finish the task to the end," the figure before Wignyo and Fadlan gave the order.

Fadlan and Wignyo looked at each other. They doubt what to answer. Should they run or obey the order of the man they call Mr Zainul? Like simalakama fruit, whatever choices they take all contain risks and dangerous.

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