KELANA
41.

Even though the chest pain has disappeared does not mean that other limbs are also the same.

There were still bruises all over his body. Not to mention his bones seem to be broken. Because of Mumu's other body endurance than others, he can still withstand the pain.

He deliberately did not suppress the feeling nerves in his body during the fight earlier. Let his body gradually adapt to the pain.

Even though his body was injured, but Mumu learned a lot of lessons and understanding. There was an epiphany that he needed to prove later.

So tired Mumu, once finished eating and rest for a while, he immediately fell asleep soundly.

His breath goes up and down regularly. Face peace. At first glance, his face looked more mature than his age.

People say if you want to see the original appearance of a man then look when he is asleep.

But.....

If you want to see the real appearance of a woman, then look when she just woke up.

The afternoon sun begins to lean towards the west. But the light is still able to burn the skin.

But that doesn't apply to children.

Once they go home from school they immediately go to the field to play kites.

It is now the middle of July. The wind is blowing from the north. Kite playing season.

So no matter the heat of the sun that can discolor the skin, for these children are important kites.

If there is a kite that breaks, they scramble after it no matter what to get into the bushes, not looking at the motor that almost hit them, he said, because the focus of their view was only on kites that were bobbing in the air.

Mumu opened her eyes. Although there was still pain and soreness, his body already felt refreshed.

He squirms, ah.the ingredients become more fresh, not stiff.

Wiggling or ngulet done when waking up is a natural way of the nervous system to wake up the motor and sensory systems in the body to be ready to move again.

After finishing the service and drink a glass of water Mumu back to the room. He wanted to prove his hypothesis.

Mumu took a meditative position and began her breathing technique.

His breathing regularly entered his body through his nose and stopped around his stomach.

After that Mumu circulated the breathing that Mumu had suspected some sort of inner energy to the diseased parts of her body. Not long after that the marks of bruises on his body began to disappear little by little.

Not only did Mumu get there, she also moved the flow of energy towards her crumbling bones.

It doesn't take long for the bones to return to normal. No more excruciating pain.

Mumu is very happy.

He stopped his meditation.

It turns out that it is true, the energy produced from his breathing method has a healing function. This is really amazing. Mumu was very grateful for it.

Mumu continued her analysis. He took out a small knife and incised it into his arm. Although not too big but the name of the wound is still a wound that will bleed.

Mumu didn't try to stop him. He then turned his breathing method and drained it towards the wound.

It's magical! The wound began to close little by little leaving only a kind of fine line.

If not carefully observed, people will not know that there was a wound there.

Mumu's heart was pounding even more, she tried to suppress her excitement.

If this is real then the opportunity to help and treat others is increasingly wide open. He can combine techniques, massage, acupuncture needles and energy from this breathing technique.

Usually this fracture can be healed by massaging. But this time he tried another way.

Once again he circulated his breathing technique and then flowed towards the little finger. Soon her little finger was healing as before.

But this method had drained so much energy that it was impossible for him to use as he pleased.

In any case, Mamu remains grateful for this growing gift. He was determined to use only this knowledge for virtue.

"Assalamu'alaikum.!"'s search....!"

Mumu sharpened her hearing. Like someone saying hello.

Mumu rushed out. The sun is moving west. It's almost night.

A woman of forties standing in front of the fence.

"Wa'alaikum hail, what's up, Buk?" Your mother approached the woman and immediately opened the gate.

"It's a little sustenance, it just happened to cook more." The woman thrust out a bowl covered with banana leaves.

"Ooo thank you very much, Buk." Mumu welcomes the bowl and puts it on the table. On the terrace of the house there is indeed a table and chairs for guests Pak Wahab first.

"Please sit down, Buk. Sorry I don't know Ibuk's name yet." Your mother smiled shyly.

"My name is Yola, just call me Buk Yola. We're neighbors. My house is across the street there." Buk Yola pointed to a white-striped crem-coloured concrete house.

"I'm Mumu, Buk, who's guarding this house. Sorry I rarely socialize with neighbors."

"No problem, you will also get used to it for a long time."

After chatting for a while, Buk Yola also said goodbye.

From the story, the neighbors around here are used to giving food. Just because Mumu is new and rarely seen at home, other neighbors so reluctant to visit.

Mumu brought a gulai bowl into the house.

It turns out that the village chicken gulai. Your mom is hungry to see it. So he just ate it with gourmand.

Ten o'clock at night. For most of the people in the village, this time was already very night.

Different from life in the city. Ten o'clock is still considered not too late. People are still busy here and there with various things that can not be done during the day.

For Mumu ten o'clock at night is already very late. Signs he's been sleeping since.

The difference in sleep this time is not too good. This can be seen from his sleep position that looks restless. Move intermittently. His face sometimes frowned like he was enduring pain. Even his tanngan involuntarily held onto his chest as if that was the source of his pain.

In terms of pain due to his fight with Ijal and his friends has healed. Let alone a wound, bruised spots alone are no longer visible at all.

Or is your mom having a bad dream?

It could be that he was dreaming of fighting or a dream was being pounced on by a wild beast.

Sometimes the things we have experienced will be carried back into the dream.

But the position of his hand that still gripped the chest like no dream. It seems that Mumu is really in pain.

The question is because what?

Mumu suddenly woke up. With her hand still holding her chest, Mumu was only able to shuffle slightly when suddenly from her mouth spurting fresh blood.

Fortunately he had moved a little earlier so that his blood did not hit the mattress.

Your mom wiped the rest of her blood. His chest felt tight and his breathing was a little dull.