
What Saoda thinks is that he needs to be fast away from home and hopefully no one will see him here.
Saoda continued to trudge past some bushes that managed to scratch his pretty smooth calf. He should be away from home now. At times Saoda looked back at the dark looking back.
Saoda just wants to make sure that no one sees or just sees it here.
No matter what Saoda would face up ahead, Saoda kept running until Saoda stopped his run.
The saoda holds and tightly hugs the surface of the tree trunk to make it a crutch so that it does not fall. Both of his lips were open with chest movements that went up and down.
He tried to find a supply of air to fill his lungs that felt tight.
It seems like it's far enough. Saoda rubbed his wet forehead and even the sweat had flowed into his chest making some of the clothes attached to his body wet.
After feeling quite calm, Saoda looked in all directions. Both of his eyes could see the sight of tall trees and lebati that seemed to be illuminated by the exposure of the shining moonlight.
I don't know where he is now. Saoda did not understand. He ran without direction. Has he lost?
The sound of an owl, and the crow was heard making Saoda look up at the owls flying above him.
Saoda touched his head. He was slightly bowed when one of the crows almost flew and perched on his head.
Saoda gulped his salivary. He gasped in shock after hearing the humble sound of dog barking made Saoda feel frightened.
Instantly Saoda could feel if his body that was buffeted by the wind tonight became a goosebumps. Saoda stroked his arm and stepped back.
Saoda's steps are now not as fast as before, if he had run then this time walking slowly and carefully.
He occasionally glanced at the direction of the large tree trunk he passed by with a gaze full of lurking. I don't know why it felt like Saoda was so scared.
How could Saoda not be afraid if he was now in the garden owned by the villagers. Saoda was even afraid and worried that there were villagers in his garden.
Not for what, but sometimes there are some villagers who deliberately come and stay in the garden to keep their garden plants are often attacked by a horde of pigs.
Saoda who glanced in all directions stopped his steps after hearing the voice of a man whose voice sounded different. It seemed that the source of the voice did not come from a single person, but there were several.
Saoda turned his head and slowly strode his feet trying not to make the slightest sound.
He stopped his steps and quickly hid behind a large tree when from a distance he saw the figure of two men sitting in a garden house whose size was not too large.
The long breath escaped Saoda's sense of smell. What's he supposed to be now? Saoda could not continue his steps and let the two men see him.
If that happened then it would be a new problem for him and it was possible that they would all suspect Saoda was a figure of Parakang. Saoda wouldn't want that to happen.
From here Saoda bida saw a rice field area that was quite close to him. Soon he will come out of this village and then he will pass through the rice fields, rivers, neighboring villages and wilderness.
Looks like Saoda has to do something. Before twelve o'clock at night he must be at Banga's house.
Saoda looked up at the moon. From the distance of the moon and its position Saoda could tell if it had not entered twelve o'clock at night.
Not long after Saoda looked down trying to find a stone or whatever it was money he could make a helper until he found a stone that was not too big. Looks like this could help him.
A loud voice heard after Saoda threw the stone towards the bushes made the two men gasp in shock and turn their heads.
Saoda quickly squatted while still hiding behind the tree.
"What's that sound?"
"Not knowing."
"Is that a pig?"
"Let's see!"
Saoda peeked at the two guarding men rising up from his seat and stepped closer to the bushes Saoda had thrown.
After feeling there was a chance and opportunity Saoda quickly got up and ran out of the garden.
Both of his bare feet were now touching the ground surface of the rice field area that felt wet. He stepped his feet following the path of rice field maturation. The road is quite wet and slippery makes Saoda must be careful not to fall into the muddy rice field.
The perfectly rounded moon up there makes it easy for Saoda to see the streets and this seems like it will be quite easy for Saoda to get through.
The voice of the jengkrik who sounded as if singing and the voice of the rice frog who did not want to lose also sounded alternately accompanied the journey of Saoda who had shivered because of the cold he felt.
Saoda admitted that the air and wind in the rice fields were so very cold and made his lips tremble. Both of his hands had hugged his body and rubbed it trying to ease the coldness he felt.
Saoda stopped his steps after he had been confronted with a river that was not too deep but...
Saoda immediately turned his head in surprise after hearing a loud noise from the water. Saoda gulped his saliva forcefully saw some crocodiles that were seen swimming on the surface of the water that looks green.
It looks like this river is no longer a place for the neighboring villagers to wash clothes and grave equipment so that the freshwater inhabitants have been breeding there.
Now what should Saoda do? Did he go down to the river, but he was afraid that some crocodiles that Saoda did not know the number could have attacked him.
Saoda wouldn't if he just attacked the crocodile and died silly here.
Saoda went back to look for another. Make him grab the long wood and hold it tightly.
Saoda pulled the long nafaas and nodded slowly. He should get through all this.
This is all for the sake of his revenge on the bad guys who have ruined his life.
"Yahoo!!!"
Saoda shouted quite loudly and set his foot through the not-so-deep river. It only reached the calf, but it could still make the crocodiles swim closer to it.
Plaque!!!
Plaque!!!
The loud noise was heard when Saoda hit the river water with the wood he was holding making Saoda's entire body become soaked.