BERHALA ISLAND
EPISODE 181: THE FATE OF KANG ZAKI

    Kang Zaki managed to get into Pulau Berhala. Even Kang Zaki also arrived at the palace of Pulau Berhala. Surely he was amazed by the beauty that is in the middle of Pulau Berhala. And to be sure, Kang Zaki also obtained a fortune from within the palace of Pulau Berhala. Well, of course Kang Zaki is excited not because. Because what was imagined before, to get the wealth that was longed for, is now granted. And of course, his hopes of becoming a wealthy man, have now truly come true.

    Kang Zaki came home with great joy. Treasure in the form of gold jewels, various beautiful and many jewelry, which he obtained from the palace of Pulau Berhala, which he initially got from the treasure chest, the treasure chest, directly he put it in a used cloth bagor where a container of wheat flour. Yes, Kang Zaki had prepared it from home. So he did not bother to bring a treasure chest, which was strange in shape, as well as the chests that had been stored by Podin. And of course, the treasure chest was left just like that on Pulau Berhala. Kang Zaki just took the contents, the jewelry from the treasure chest, which was directly put into a bag of cloth used wheat flour wrap that is easily shouldered or grazed.

    The purpose of Kang Zaki putting the treasure he obtained into a cloth bag was to easily carry it, especially when taking public transportation or buses. And of course, the people who took the transport or bus with him, did not expect that the object in the used cloth bag contained a priceless treasure. At most others thought that the one in the cloth bag carried by Kang Zaki was just junk. Especially if you see Kang Zaki who is of stature and clothes worn, not worthy as a rich person.

    But actually, there is a sense of misgivings and deg-degan in Kang Zaki. Of course because he carried an infinite number of treasures. Certainly, when riding an angkot or bus, Kang Zaki always held tightly to the bag of cloth used container of wheat flour. And his eyes could not escape looking at the bag of shabby white cloth. Of course Kang Zaki did not want to lose the item he had just obtained. Yeah, that stuff is Kang Zaki's lifeblood. Valuable items that will change the fate of his life with his family. The thing he had come a long way, only to prove that he was a rich man, who could build a house, and could buy nice clothes to his son and wife. Kang Zaki will no longer be poor.

    So that morning, Kang Zaki who returned to his hometown, in Parung, by changing the public transportation and bus, still keeping his eyes from being closed. Although actually the drowsiness stuck directly in his eyes. But what can be done, he must keep the goods that can not be separated from his hands. Maybe it feels too long to ride an angkot or bus. It felt like shouting to the driver, to get gas so that the transport car could run fast. If the transportation suddenly stopped, and long stopped waiting for passengers or ngetem, of course Kang Zaki was annoyed and wanted to scold the driver. But that's the reality of riding. Passengers cannot force their driver.

    Until finally, in the afternoon, when the sun was already tilted half to the western sky, Kang Zaki finally set foot back in his hometown. Of course with a cheerful smile. It is on foot from the large village road crossed by angkudes, breezing towards the road towards his house. Of course, while carrying a used cloth bag where wheat flour colored shabby nipples, which he guarded since morning. Yes, a bag of wheat containing treasure. For sure, Kang Zaki walked hastily, wanting to get to his house immediately, wanting to tell the results of the search for treasure to his wife, and wanting to count, how much gold the gems were, the jewelry he carried in that shabby cloth bag.

    "Fire ...!! Fire ...!! Fire ...!!" there was the cry of the villagers, who told him there was a fire. Many people are running around, of course, want to help people who are burning.

    "What is fire ...?" kang Zaki asked one of the people he met.

    "Not yet to know .... He said houses ..." said the young man who kept running, wanted to watch, and might also help the house that was on fire.

    So watched the many residents who ran, which of course headed to the place where the fire was rumored, Kang Zaki also came running small while carrying a bag of wheat containing treasure on his shoulders, follow the direction of those who run.

    "Fire ...!! Fire ...!! Fire ...!!"

    "We help ...!!"

    "We help ...!!"

    "Water flush ...!!"

    "Please bring the bucket ...!!"

    People were sounding noisily, at the yelling. And of course everything seems rushed. I want to help people who are experiencing a fire. Understandably, this is a fire accident. Everyone must want to help. At least have to save the people who are in it, and also the property.

    The closer to the scene, the more crowded the atmosphere. Kang Zaki who had come running towards the running people, started to hesitate.

    "What is fire ...?" kang Zaki asked the young man who was straddling the bucket filled with water.

    "Home ..." answered the young man who had strung the bucket as he ran towards the fire. He would like to immediately pour water on the house that experienced the fire.

    "Who's house is burning ...?!" Kang Zaki shouted asking for a house that was on fire. But the young man who was straddling the bucket continued to run regardless of the person who asked him.

    "Zaki ...!!!" suddenly there was a rather old man, patting Kang Zaki on the shoulder and calling his name rather loudly.

    "Change .... Whose house is burning ...?" Kang Zaki turned to the man who patted him on the shoulder, and again asked about the house who was experiencing the fire.

    "That's hard, Zaki .... The patient .... Which is random ..." said the man as he patted Kang Zaki on the shoulder.

    Kang Zaki was silent. In his mind, there was something strange about the words of the man he called the brother. He began to doubt. "Don't ..." so thought Kang Zaki, who was beginning to hesitate.

    "Change ...?! Whose house was the fire ...?!" Kang Zaki asked firmly to the brother, who certainly wanted a clear answer.

    "Your house, the fire .., Zaki ..." said the brother limp.

    "Sure .......!!! News ........!!!" Kang Zaki shouted loudly, directly running towards his house.

    The red jago flared to lick into space, engulfing Kang Zaki's house which was all made of wood and bamboo. Even the fence of his house made of woven bamboo immediately burned. The villagers, men, young people, all helped, pouring water on Kang Zaki's house in the fire. Everything is shoulder to shoulder to shoulder to put out the fire that does not want to compromise with the people who water it. And in that place, Kang Zaki's house had already turned into a sea of fire.

    "Sure .......!!! News ........!!!" Kang Zaki shouted loudly calling his wife and son. And of course he also ran towards his burning house.

    "Kang Zaki ..., no, Kang ...!!!" the people on the yell, forbid Kang Zaki who will break through the fire that burned his house. Even some people immediately held onto Kang Zaki's body, preventing him from getting into the area of his house that was burning.

    "Quiet .... Patience, Kang Zaki .... Don't be rash .... Hazard ...!" said someone was trying to calm Kang Zaki down.

    "Yes for goodness sake .... Huhuhuh .... How is my wife? What about my son? Huhuhuhu ...." Kang Zaki tries to thrash, lamenting his burning house. He also asked his wife and son.

    "Patience, Kang Zaki .... Wait a minute .... Let the fire go out first .... Do not harm yourself .... It will be us who will burn .... We are the ones who wretched ourselves ..." said one of the men, who was still holding onto Kang Zaki, of course wanted to calm him down.

    "Come ..., keep flushing ...!!"

    "Take a lot of water ...!!"

    "The water don't stop ...!!"

    "Keep on the fire ...!!"

    "Come .... guyur continues until the fire goes out ...!!"

    People continued to douse the flames that had destroyed Kang Zaki's house. All the residents stood shoulder to shoulder, helping to put out the fire. Until finally, after a long time, the fire was extinguished along with the disappearance of Kang Zaki's house which had turned into ash and debris that still reflected the remnants of smoke. Kang Zaki's house burned down.

    "Huhuhuhu ...." Kang Zaki still continued to cry, certainly sad to see his house burned down.

    "Patiently, Kang Zaki ..." The person who accompanied continued to comfort Kang Zaki.

    "Wife and my son where ...?? Huhuhuhu ..." back Kang Zaki asked his wife and son.

    "Steady, Kang Zaki ..." said the man who was still entertaining.

    "Out .., sir ..." There was a young man who had just looked at the debris of the fire.

    "How ...?!" ask Mr. Lurah who has approached Kang Zaki.

    "Once done, sir .." replied the young man while adjusting his gasping breath after looking at the burning place, observing the rest of the rubble which was certainly still hot.

    "Astaghfirullahal 'adziim .... Forgive all, O Allah .... Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rojiun ..." said Mr. Lurah as soon as he heard the explanation of the young man.

    "My wife how ...?! Where is my child ...?! Huhuhuhu ...." Kang Zaki asked his wife and son.

    "Be patient, Kang Zaki .... Break your heart, yes .." said Mr. Lurah who now patted Kang Zaki on the shoulder.

    "The wife and son of Kang Zaki cannot be saved .." said the young man who had just given the report to Mr. Lurah.

    "Hua .., huhuhu .... Nyak .......!!! News ........!!! Huhuhuhuhu ...... Nyak .......!!! News ........!!! Hua .., huhuhu ...." Kang Zaki screamed hysterically, wept wailing, heard that his wife and son were not saved, caught fire in the fire that had destroyed his house. He immediately fell down, beating the bag of wheat he was carrying. He regretted going out to find treasure. Because it turns out that his wife and child became the result of the wealth he brought.