
...-Recidence of the veil of past-life love...
...(fourth part)...
...The previous part,...
The white Toyota car that was left behind was broken down in the middle of the road. Fortunately, there was a small truck that passed from the direction of the city of Malang to the village of Wirotaman. The truck was transporting animals for sale in the city. Tomorrow they will go to the city of Malang early in the morning. The man driving the white Toyota car also intended to leave a message to the truck owner. He decided to keep fighting in Wirotaman Village alone to save Mayang. With his ingenuity, the man managed to leave a message through the truck owner. If the next day they return to the city of Malang, they will stop by the police or to the hospital where Mayang was treated earlier to ask for help.
'May my message reach the authorities or the right person. That way reinforcements will come and Mayang can be saved, said the man in his heart.
'I had to hurry because it was getting dark. Hopefully I can find the house of the village chief in this area. And ask for help to help find the whereabouts of Mayang, the inner man.
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The atmosphere of the countryside is so thick felt, especially when time has entered Maghrib. Only the sound of night animals such as crickets, frogs and owls began to beat melodious when the sun began to return to the contest. Replaced the goddess of the night who accompanied the women and adam through a third of the night.
His body was shivering, cold sweat soaking his body. Several times he was delirious.
"Bulek, how is this woman? Is the heat going to go down?" said the woman who kidnapped Mayang looks worried.
"Have I given the drug earlier, Ndok (call girls in Javanese), but the heat is not down, what do we call a mantri aja yes, Ndok? " ask the middle-aged woman.
"Bulek is afraid of the woman you are carrying this why," he said starting to show his fear.
"Let him die here, Bulek. It was even better if he died from a disease lodged in his body. That way I don't have to dirty my hands with his blood" he replied.
The night passed. The cold air felt very bone-chilling. Mayang looks shivering. Several times he called someone's name, but not so clearly heard. The middle-aged woman called "Bulek" had woken up from her sleep on Mayang's side, then compressed a wet cloth on the poor girl's forehead. His body temperature never dropped. I don't know why Mayang suddenly fell ill.
'That's a little girl, why did Miss get to kidnap her. What exactly was the mistake he had made, so he had to endure the anger of the Young Miss, the middle-aged woman's inner self. His heart pity to see the condition of Mayang who is having a fever.
Then the woman gave eucalyptus oil to the abdomen of Mayang. Surprised himself when he saw the former Mayang operation which still contained transparent bandages (anti-water).
'It turns out that this woman was after surgery. Poor true fate of this girl. I have to help her from the evil plans of the young lady. This is also for the good of Young Miss. I don't want Young Miss in jail. Who will take care of her sick sister, the middle-aged woman's inner heart.
Because Mayang returned with fever, the old woman finally made Mayang porridge that was given spices, so that Mayang could eat and take medicine so that the fever immediately dropped. After changing Mayang clothes that were wet with sweat, the old woman then left Mayang to rest.
"Has she been sleeping, Lek?" ask the young woman who kidnapped Mayang.
"Yes, Non. The girl was already sleeping after I fed her the porridge and also the medicine. I replaced her wet clothes with my son's old clothes that had long migrated to Jakarta. Fortunately the shirt was quite on the frame," explained the middle-aged woman.
"Bulek Sri, too good. Why not let him freeze to death and starve. It is her destiny if she should die here to make amends" exclaimed the woman who disguised herself as Sister Niken and kidnapped Mayang.
"But, Non. 'Bulek' pity. It looks like the girl has had the operation. It still looks like his scar has not completely recovered. If not treated the wound can be an infection, Non. Bulek, do not want to miss later will be in trouble because of this," said the Aunt while shedding tears.
"Don't believe him 'Bulek', does 'Bulek' not pity to see Nayla who is now turned into an undead? It was all because of the girl in the room. He took away Nayla's happiness, so now my sister is what she is!" firmly the woman standing in front of him was furious.
"Sorry, Non. 'Bulek', just pity to see the girl. 'Bulek' doesn't want to either, you're in jail for killing the girl. Think carefully first, 'Ndok'!" exclaim the middle-aged woman.
"If 'Bulek' is too kind to the girl, from tomorrow I'll find someone else to take care of it. It is appropriate that she get revenge for her actions," said the young woman again with a face full of anger.
"Good, Non. Bulek. I'm sorry, Bulek just pity that girl. Bulek promises to behave accordingly, Non,!" Bulek Sri was bowed before the young woman.
"Yes, Bulek rested in the room earlier while looking after the girl named Mayang. Don't let him escape. I'm going to sleep in my room. Later Nayla let me give you medicine before going to sleep," said the young woman as she passed and took a girl named Nayla to her room.
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In a simple house, lies the figure of the man who was driving a white Toyota car. His body was lying on a bamboo cot that was covered by a thin mattress. He was in his imagination a few years ago. While he was still in high school.
The days were so beautiful without burden. Having a friend who is so good as a blood relative. And at that time he had felt a deep love for someone. However, fate then separates and takes away all that happiness. And now destiny easily brings love in his past.
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