FROM ANOTHER WORLD TO YOU (Sistery Story Group )
Chapter XI - Sculpture - First Round

"Bbruaakk !"

My bike hit a roadblock made of cast cement. The handlebar is broken, impossible to use again even though the journey to Lik Dar's house is still quite far.

Usually this road is quiet especially before dawn like this. But, for some reason there was an old man, hunchback dressed in reckless sleeping camping in the middle of the road.

"Young man, you're okay, aren't you? sorry grandfather just unwind in this place, because it is rarely passed by the vehicle. Grandfather had been walking all day to go to the granddaughter's house in the village next door,"

the old man said with a friendly smile.

I poked over to see him sleep haphazardly, but, the kind and gentle greeting from him, made me pity. "It's okay, cake. Grandpa himself is fine,"

"It's okay, den. but, it looks like your bike is badly damaged and you seem to be in a hurry, too,"

"Bikes can still be repaired, cake...

importantly, grandfather is fine," I said with a faint laugh.

"Your name, Den Nice, huh ? Grandpa has nothing to change your bike for. But, grandfather has something for you," saying so, the man reached into his pocket and took out a stone the size of an adult's 2 thumbs. The fragrant scent of jasmine flowers, tickled my nose as it was thrust out.

"What is this, cake ?" I asked while observing this. I can see clearly. However, after moving into my hand, the stone suddenly turned into a doll. DOLL OF A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.

The hunchback grandfather smiled, "We met in this place, it means to be a fool. Promise grandfather, it is very valuable, it is not as expensive as your bicycle, but, but, if you can take care of it and treat it well, then, luck is always with you, on the contrary, if you ignore it. It can hurt you as well as the people around you,"

"Alright, cake.. but, if this thing is so precious, why did grandfather give it to me?" my many.

There's no answer. I flinched, the grandfather was gone from my sight. Am I hallucinating ? No. gabe. That grandfather was really in front of me, but, now? And, my bike was suddenly not far from where I was standing and there was no significant damage... but, now it's connected again and looks like new. What exactly happened ? Who is this grandfather ? I don't know him, but he knows me...

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Lik Dar lay weakly in his bed, his face as pale as paper, his smile, a smile full of despair as he watched me enter.

The smell of rotten smell, flies flitted against a piece of Kumal cloth on the back of his left foot.

It has been 3 years, diabetes gnawed Lik Dar. The doctors are not able to handle it, his life sentence is not less than 2 months away. But, it was the youth's spirit that forced him to endure until now. And after his wife died, I was the one who took care of and looked after him even though the distance between my house and his house was far away.

"Le ..." said Lik Dar weakly, "Actually, you don't have to do this every day, you better take care of your parents. They should be the ones that are more concerned,"

"It's okay, Lik.." I said as the hands worked quickly to change the scarf, cleaning the wound that was always draining pus, "Lik has helped our family a lot, then, so, this is what I can do to return the favor of Lik. I hope, Lik will soon recover and move again like before," I said.

Suddenly, the wind blew slowly, a faint sound was heard, "It's done," I gasped, looking for where the sound came from. It's just me and Lik Dar, no one else.

"Lik, did Lik hear anything?" my many.

"I didn't hear anything, le ?! What, you hear what?" tanyakanya.

"Oh, maybe it's just my feeling. But.." I said.

Lik Dar woke up from his bed. His face, which was pale as paper, suddenly turned cheerful and slowly the stench that still smelled from the wounds on my uncle's legs vanished. The cloth that was bandaging the wound and was mixed with pus dried up. The cloth returned to its original clean and dry cloth.

"Le, is Lik dreaming ?" ask Lik Dar.

"What's up, Lik ?"

Lik Dar did not answer but got up and walked around the bed. HE'S HEALED. "No way .." I said in my heart, almost the whole doctor said that Lik Dar's life is only 1 week away. The disease went away somewhere.

Lik Dar laughed, "Thank you for the prince, thank you ... I don't know how I should return this," he said as he jumped in joy, then looked at me, "Le... tell your mother, Lik Dar is healed and can help her work again," I let my hands gripped by her, "Ba .. well, lik..." I said briefly after a long time dumbstruck and I also came home with a million questions that might not be answered for now.

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I rode back on the bike, down the cobblestone streets I had been on as I was about to head to Lik Dar's house. Suddenly the old grandfather's face was also imagined the object of his gift. When I arrived at a green rice field, I stopped the speed of my bike and sat in a place that I thought was good to rest/relieve. In the rice field there is a clear watery tributary and calm flow. My eyes glared far away and unconsciously my right hand reached into the pocket where the strange grandfather-given doll was stored.

I was surprised, the doll was not in its place, "Good God, where it fell" I cried as I searched along the street. There aren't. How can it be lost ? I'm flustered. There was the sound of a woman's cheerful laughter. The voice was not far from where I was standing, tickling my curiosity and slowly approaching it.

Amongst the silvery glow of the twilight sun, in the calm and clear waters of the bandayuda river. Some of the water drenched his long, black and wavy hair, some of it flowed soaked his naked, yellowed body. In such circumstances she was like a pearl-covered angel, spreading the charm of anyone who looked at her including me who was single and three-headed. PERFECT, for a woman I think.

I watched him for a long time and he seemed to not care, until finally the splash of water landed on my face, disperse all my daydreams about the foreign woman. "Den Good, instead of you sitting there alone, come and take a bath and play in this clear water" he said with a laugh. I daydreamed to hear that soft, spoiled voice for the umpteenth time, "Den Good. What are you dreaming about ? Come here, accompany me," I soon came to my senses with the sight before me, and hurriedly I threw my face away because, I, all my life this time I saw a foreign woman bathing naked in the open like that. Usually women or girls in the Banjar area if bathing in the river, they wear a piece of cloth, at least to cover the female part, so as not to invite disaster.

I covered my face with my hands, but, the shadow of the woman could not just disappear and these ears heard a giggling sound, "Den Nice... " the woman said hello now her voice was getting closer and closer until I felt the clothes on my right shoulder wet. I turned my gaze and the beautiful, smooth, wiggly fingers were holding onto my shoulder, inevitably I turned my head and the woman was already right in my nose. That woman's face is really pretty, I've met that woman .. but, where, huh ? For a moment I tried to remember.

However, a voice surprised me from the other direction, "You're the Good Den, right ? What are you doing in this place alone, especially on an afternoon like this,"

I turned my head, a middle-aged man stood up while carrying a hoe that was still wet with muddy ground as well as grass on his right shoulder. "Kang Iwan.." I walked up to him, "Actually, I was about to find my stuff that fell but .. "I reached into my pocket and my hand like I was holding an object, "Well... it seems to have met," I said despite the astonishment.

"In that case .. hurry home. You know, that's what the villagers are famous for their awesomeness, especially on a Friday night legi like this,"

"Well, kang, right now I'm going home. Thank you," I said as I grabbed my bicycle parked not far from it, I turned my bike and went back down the cobbled road and along with that kang Iwan also hurriedly left the place.

"Neng Didien, who died ?" my many.

"Lik Tar, Kang. Falling slipped in the bathroom, we'll bury him tonight at TPA Banjar. Didn't I send him there ?" neng Didien.

"Lik Tar ?" I asked, "Okay, you guys go first after that I followed, maybe I'll come to know at his house," I went back to pedaling my bike. Lik Tar, he was actually the former Chief of Robbery, but, had already served a prison sentence of about 5 years. So free, he converted into a teacher of da'wah, but, I think his da'wah is too excessive and monotonous and accentuate his ego when not necessarily accepted by everyone.

Events throughout the day, make me a lot of daydreaming: grandfather strange, the healing of Lik Dar suddenly, the disappearance of the statue/doll and then I found again, my meeting with a mysterious woman who bathed in the river ... ah, there are still many unanswered questions. But, if I talk to other people, it can be considered crazy.

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The night began to dissolve, the thin fogs brought by the night breeze crept up, penetrating the walls of my room. The sound of night insects accompanied by the friction of twigs and leaves of bamboo trees that grow thick in the backyard, like the friction of musical instruments played by the gods in Khayangan, Khayangan, makes the atmosphere so calm and peaceful. As usual I opened my bedroom window and let the night wind blow slowly on my face. I hoped that the wind and fog of the night would carry away all the saturation that had always been shadowing me, but, unable to erase all the events that occurred during the day.

Again. Just as I closed my mouth, a woman's voice came, this time it was really close to me, "Are you sure of what you said, Den Nice ?" along with that, the wind blew fiercely, the puppet slowly turned into dust grains that rolled into one, drifting, drifting, circling in the air and forming a figure of a beautiful woman without clothes, the next second she was standing right in front of me, she smiled sweetly and made me speechless.

Seeing my clumsy demeanor, the woman looked back at me with a piercing glare, "Is that really what you said, Den Nice ?" the question is half urgent.

"What do you mean ?" my many.

"Really, you're going to take me as a wife?"

I was confused as to what to answer, but, I have to admit that she is indeed a beautiful woman, she is one of my favorite types of women.

The woman was constantly staring at me, until unconsciously my lips opened and these words came out of my lips, "Yes. I don't want to deny it,"

The woman smiled wryly, then turned her gaze around the room. My face flushed red, ashamed to see the state of my room, especially a foreign woman. I hurriedly grabbed a cloth and I attached it to his shoulder, "Cold air tonight, put this cloth on to warm your body. Tomorrow I'll get you some clothes that suit you" I said. The woman did not care, her pair of eyeballs seemed to be spinning, observing the painting hanging on the wall of my room, "Are these paintings you the one who made it ?" tanyakanya.

"I... Yes, I always spent my time painting, but, all this time nobody cared about it" I replied.

"You mean, you want all these paintings to attract the attention of artists and collectors ?"

"Be ... Right,"

"Then, IT'S DONE," he said briefly.

"A... What do you mean, neng ?"

"You'll see tomorrow. But, I ask for help ..in front of other people you don't mention me. Only extinguish I speak and only extinguish that I reveal all that I have. I am yours, Den Nice,"

I was surprised, "Huh, what do you mean ?"

The woman smiled, "Listen .. I will always look after and protect you if you treat me well as Aki Kolot said, but, if you do anything to me... then I won't care about you anymore .. Even your fate will be worse than it is now,"

Behind the words that are so soft and tender, tucked away is also a threat and I feel his presence in my life, will change all that is. After all, it was only a fool who treated this woman as well as his own stomach. No matter who he is, where he came from ... LOVE HAS MADE ME A DIFFERENT PERSON.

We both stood face to face, my eyes not blinking when I looked at this woman's face, until a knock made me realize and confused me, "Le, open this door for a moment, I want to talk to you,"

"That, my mother .. hide. If he knew there was a woman without clothes like this, I might get angry all out" I said half a whisper, but, apparently, the woman seemed to not care. When I was about to open the door, suddenly the door was opened from the outside and mother had barged in.

My mother stared in astonishment, "Who are you talking to, le ? why is your face so pale,"

It took me a long time to calm down, but, like, my mom didn't see a woman standing in the middle of the room, did my mom really not see it. "Le, are you not feeling well ?" ask mom.

"Ti. no, ma'am.I am okay.maybe just tired," I deliberately lied.

"Come here," mother pulled my hand and we sat on the edge of the bed, "Mother listen, Lik Dar is healed, huh ? it's completely unbelievable" he continued.

"That's the truth, ma'am. He was healed when a few days ago had complained and despair," obviously I was after I could really calm myself down and make sure my mother didn't see the woman in my room when I could see her standing in front of us while her pair of eyes were watching my mother from the outside the hair ends up to the toe.

"Then .. thank goodness. Oya, when you left this afternoon, a man came and asked you, le..."

"Who is he, ma'am ?"

"See, but, he said that was a collector of antiques including your paintings, le...Do you know him or at least have a collector's friend of antiques like that ?"

"No, ma. But let me meet tomorrow. Because we don't have to worry about Lik Dar anymore,"

"alright. Now rest, hopefully from tomorrow onward, good fortune will always be with you, le," saying that mother stepped out of the bedroom.

"Thank you, ma'am,"

As the door closed and the sound of mom's footsteps rang away, I turned towards the woman who was sitting half-lying. I walked up to him, my face and his face met, "Whoever you are, I don't care, thank you for being reunited with you" I put my lips on the woman's forehead, I tenderly peeled her delicate, yellow forehead . The woman did not refuse, she smiled and we drowned in the sea of romance.

The next day was truly the most historic day of my life. My painting was bought by an antique collector, he dared to pay a lot for everything, including the cost of holding an exhibition in his gallery. Well, everything's changed. I used to be a jobless young man, desperately looking for work and failing at everything. I'm desperate, it seems like the LORD is unfair, but, now. Along with the soaring of my name, at that time also events that are unacceptable to common sense occurred.

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