The River House

46. Sow

Wignyo and Fadlan were still silent where he stood. Fadlan clasped tightly onto the end of Wignyo's shirt. He was very scared, and did not understand what had happened.

The figure of 'Mr Zainul' whom they admired, the figure who helped the construction of the village left behind the residence of Fadlan and Wignyo. The figure, now standing in front of them. A single smile rang out, among the splashes of blood stuck to his handsome face.

"Why are you guys just standing there? Come here, come with me to the house," take 'Mr Zainul'.

"Where is Nyooo?" Fadlan whispered in Wignyo's ear. His voice trembled, his body trembling in fear.

Wignyo hit Fadlan's thigh quite hard. He tried to warn Fadlan to stay calm. 

"Sorry sir, we are in a hurry. Since we have met here, without prejudice to respect, we ask for permission to return to the village," said Wignyo trying as calmly as possible.

"What are you busy with? Why are you so impolite as to refuse my invitation to go home? Though Mak Ijah has prepared a nice lunch for you," The 'Master Zainul' showed a disappointed look. He heard her sigh.

"Sorry Master, next time we will definitely visit you, sir," Wignyo bowed slightly. Sweat began to flow down his broad forehead.

"Well, I'm disappointed. But what's okay, please go," the figure of Mr. Zainul was seen pulled over, giving way to Wignyo and Fadlan.

"Look, please pass," added the figure of Rich Man.

Wignyo hesitated to step on his feet. Fadlan was still tailing, clutching tightly to the end of Wignyo's shirt. Slowly they approached the master who appeared to be smiling. A smile that felt terrible.

After the distance with 'Mr Zainul' stayed one inch away, Wignyo put down the sack of money slowly. He bowed in respect to his master.

"In a moment" said the Rich Man arrived. Wignyo stopped his steps. Fadlan was shaking violently.

"You sure you're going home because there's business that can't be delayed?" Ask Mr. Zainul full of probes.

"Yes, sir" Wignyo answered briefly.

"It's not to report to the villagers about what you see here, is it?" Mr. Zainul looks scary grinning.

"No Sir. I swear I never saw anything. We only met my humble Master. Hero of our village," replied Wignyo, as he set his breath. So afraid that Wignyo's voice sounded hoarse and soft.

"What if I don't trust you? I'd like to ask for reassurance" the figure of Mr. Zainul glared. His right hand appears to reach into the back pocket of his pants.

"What guarantee, sir? We've been serving you long enough. We won't get you in trouble, believe me," Wignyo and Fadlan bowed once again trying to show her respect.

"Yes at least one of you should come with me home. Easy guarantee, right?" 

Wignyo and Fadlan exchanged glances. They argue with each other in silence. Each looks glaring at each other.

"Ah anu Mister, once again we apologize. We have to go back to the village immediately" Wignyo finally replied.

Mr. Zainul looks mangosteen mangosteen approaching Wignyo. His left hand patted Wignyo's shoulder. While his right hand, suddenly swung towards Wignyo's chest. 

Wignyo fell to his knees, drenched in a thick, dense red liquid that flowed from his left chest. The figure of Mr. Zainul smirked in satisfaction. Fadlan glared and for a while was silent, unable to move his legs.

Wignyo twitched for a moment. Without saying a word, the young man of the village closed his eyes. Fadlan took a few steps back, his trousers had been wet with the scent of a pesser that was pouring out in the air.

"Tu Tuaann, forgive me Sir," Fadlan cried.

"You why Fadlan? Is it your fault for asking for forgiveness from me?" The figure of Mr. Zainul showed a puzzled expression. As if he really didn't know what Fadlan said.

"Don't kill me sir" Fadlan said.

"Hey hey stop! Silence you! I never wanted to hurt or hurt anyone!" The figure of Mr. Zainul snapped. He looked very angry suddenly.

"That's because of him, also Wignyo did not want to obey my words," the figure of Mr. Zainul glared. His eyes look out.

"Humans live only once. If you ever make a mistake in your life, you should admit it. Then try to apologize and the last to do penance."

Fadlan stared at the figure of his master who looked foreign. The figure that usually looks calm, good and unpretentious is now gone. Changed with a rancid face, as well as a scary smile.

Fadlan memorized the Rich Man. Every once a month even sometimes twice in a month, he must have met Mr. Zainul in his mansion. Every time he met, he knew his employer was always kind, smiling and generous. Who would have thought that behind the mask of hospitality is stored an intention and a dark black heart like a demon.

The figure of Mr. Zainul pulled his folding knife from Wignyo's corpse. He was now walking quickly towards the limp-looking Fadlan.

"Sir, please don't kill me. I have information that may be useful to you, sir" Fadlan said, huddling with his hands.

"What information?" Mr. Zainul scrunched his forehead.

"I'll tell you, if you guarantee my safety and my life," Fadlan prostrated himself kissing the ground in front of the Rich Man.

Fadlan had seen, his master was a little limp path. His left leg may have been injured.

"alright. I'm not gonna hurt you. Tell me, what information do you mean!" Mr. Zainul gave the order.

"Anu Mister, I and Wignyo had found someone who was injured in a river beside the forest there. It looks like that person is one of your guests, Sir," Fadlan said, trying to smile. Her tears still look.

"What's her name? A man? Is he safe?" Ask Mr. Zainul further.

"Male man Sir. His body is a bit fat. His body was full of wounds like the claws of a savage beast. But it was taken by the villagers to POLINDES" Fadlan replied in a trembling voice.

"There again?"

"So the man said something sir," Fadlan said.

"What?" 

"Save people in big houses. Bayu the criminal. . If it is not wrong like that, sir," replied Fadlan.

"Wood?" The figure of Mr. Zainul asked. He looked a little surprised at Fadlan's reply.

"Yes Sir. I remember very well, the man called Bayu's name."

"There's more?" The figure of Mr. Zainul asked once more.

"Enough Sir. Just that," Fadlan looked at the Rich Man standing before him.

"Sorry sir, can I go home now sir? I promise and swear I won't talk about everything here to anyone" Fadlan said.

"Yes your information is very useful" Mr. Zainul mangosteen.

"Thank you Sir," Fadlan was relieved, she immediately stood up.

Fadlan immediately set foot to leave. When he arrived from behind, a fierce attack hit his back. Fadlan fell in a prone position on the ground. His back was wet and warm.  

"Your information is useful. But you are no longer useful to me" said Mr. Zainul with a scary smile.

There are too many deaths today. Even the heart of the true villain has been overrun by the devil. Many innocent lives and has nothing to do with the purpose of the criminal, fell in vain. But there is no chance to back down. All who have sown wounds, are obliged to reap their pain.

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