The Wira Satriaji
Finding a Body in the River
The village of Klari was silent gripping, corpses scattered torn weapons, pools of red liquid blotted the streets in the village.
Dozens of wolves smelling the rancid smell of the red liquid approached and began devouring the corpses without anyone stopping them.
A boy walked out like
looking for something, but his eyes widened to see the scene that so made the buluk I sat him standing, fear emanated clearly from the boy's eyes.
Grrrrrr!!
A wolf groan grinned at the boy, the pack of wolves was as if disturbed by the presence of the little boy.
The boy retreated slowly, but a wolf pack walked slowly towards the poor boy.
Grrrrrr!!
again the wolf groaned revealing its sharp teeth. The wolf jumped up and gave a scratch to the boy's body.
Ahhhhhh.....!!!!!" The boy's scream with a heart-wrenching scream endured the pain in his back. The boy was thrown far away, a scar extending across his back.
"It hurts....!!!" The boy's screams started crying.
The moment the boy turned around, the wolf was already preparing to pounce on him.
Jeldaarr!!
The loud bang from the sky shocked the boy and the wolf.
The boom brought the wolf's footsteps to a halt, the beast star's instincts feeling that the boy should not be killed.
Byurr!!!"
The rain began to fall and wet the earth, the boy tried to stand up, but his back wounds forced him to remain lying down.
"Dad! mommy.!! The boy shouted as loudly as he could.
The boy again tried to stand up, he stared at the wolf who started to move away due to the torrential rain. The boy went to a collection of dead bodies some of which were gone
known again.
The boy checked one by one, looking for whether one of the bodies was the body of his father, but the boy did not find the body of his father.
"Where's dad?! Did you survive or have you eaten by that wolf??" The boy asked himself.
"Where should I go now? I didn't
maybe stay here"
"I'm going to go find dad!!"
The boy walked barefoot through the village, but still did not find his father, the boy saw the footprints that began
removed by rainwater.
"This may be the footprint of the fleeing inhabitants, I'll follow it,"
The boy followed the footprints, the,
without him realizing that the footprint was the footprint of a group of masked robes.
"Where will this former move end??"
The boy gawked and pensively, as he continued to follow that step unconsciously the boy slipped.
"Araa!!!"
The boy screamed and fell unstoppably into a deep abyss.The boy continued to fall.not a single one held his body back from falling.
Byurr!!!"
The boy's body was saved again because he fell into the river inside the ravine.
Akhhhh!!!
The boy still had a chance to scream, but before long, the boy's body was slowly lost to the swift water of the river, and only briefly the boy was washed away in the swift play of the river water.
***
Bangkala River, a large river in the city of Jalak. The river is one of the sources of the eye
the livelihood of the residents in addition to being pelvic coolies in the harbor.
"Hooo!!!"
"It looks like my head got a big fish" murmured one fisherman.
The fisherman felt his net was very heavy, but his face turned pale as he pulled his net up. Not the fish he got, but the heartbreaking corpse of a little boy.
The fisherman picked up the body and
lay him in his little sampan.
"Eh .. is he still alive??" the fisherman exclaimed as he looked at the breath that remained although it was not clear.
"I have to bring her back home,"
The fisherman picked up the paddle and rowed his canoe quickly,
up on the river bank the fisherman immediately took the boy in his sling.
"I have to hurry."
The fisherman's pace was getting faster, drizzling rain did not care, he stepped to get to his house quickly.
"Bus ... Ma! not door!!" the fisherman shouted from outside.
"Mr? why are you back? Just left!"
His wife slackly opened the door.
"Who is he sir??" asked his wife when she saw her husband carrying a tiny body.
"Don't ask too many questions, change quickly
his clothes to keep his body warm, and don't forget to treat the wound on his back,"
"Good, sir!"
The somewhat aged woman who was also the wife of the fisherman did not go against the orders of her husband, she painstakingly changed the clothes of the boy found by her husband.
"Where did you find this boy??" ask wife.
"Father found him drowning in the river, this boy stuck in the father's net, I thought he was a corpse. But when you see his breath there is still a father with
quickly bring her here."
"A handsome sir? Had our son been alive, he might have been this child's age." show his wife to the boy her husband found.
"Yes, Mom! it's definitely Mom!"
Pak Yatno and Bu Surti, husband and wife who live in the city of Jalak, their lives are very mediocre, the work of Mr. Yatno
in addition to fishermen he also porters pelvis in the harbor.
His wife Bu Surti also worked as
a maid washes for the rich in the city of Jalak.
The house they have does not deserve to be called a house, only a residence made of bamboo and a roof of palm oil, what a house that does not deserve to be called a house.
The patch of land they have, it was a relic from Bu Surti's parents, behind which there is a small unkempt hut, which is commonly used by Mr. Yatno for lunch breaks.
"Whose name is it, sir??" ask Bu Surti to her husband.
"Which father knows ma'am, just so you don't know, we'll wait until he's conscious"
Bu Surti chose silence, because it was a very stupid question, where maybe her husband knew who and where the boy was coming from.
Akhhhhh!!!
The moaning sound of the boy shocked Bu Surti who was guarding the boy's sleep.
"Why son? Is your back hurting??" ask Bu Surti.
The boy did not reply, the boy only groaned and did not open his eyes.
" As his boy was not yet conscious, he must have been in a lot of pain. How sorry for this boy."
"Sir, you better buy medicine for this boy, the medicine I gave you doesn't work,"
"Where's the money from, Mom?? Eating is hard"
"Our storage is with you, sir, this boy's life is more important."
"Mommy sure??" ask Mr. Yatno.
"Yes sir, I'm sure, I feel very sorry for this boy, Hurry sir." said Mr. Surti.
Mr. Yatno, who also felt sorry for the boy, went to buy medicine for the unknown boy.
"Patience a moment, son." whispered Ms. Surti and stroked the boy's hair with affection.
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