Loved Bunian Wolves
10. Clashes on the Roof of the House

The sound of impact or objects falling on the roof behind his house, no doubt made Runi scared half to death. Why was it like the sound of something falling slamming violently to the precarious? Instantly the feeling of goosebumps run through the nape of Runi. He was afraid that what came was a use or witchcraft, while at this time he was alone at home. No Raka was currently accompanying him. So, trying not to heed the sound, he returned engrossed with his teacup.

However, the second voice again disturbed Runi's calm. Where the first sound is the sound of falling objects, and the second sound is like the sound of a slow knock. Still on the roof of his house. It sounded a little far away, it seemed to be coming from the kitchen.

Dug ...

Dug ...

Dug ...

Runi again sharpened his hearing. He was a little suspicious as well as wary, what voice was that? This second voice was like knocking on the roof of his house. Nope, no. This voice was not like the sound of a knock, it was more like the sound of a slow blow to the precariousness of his house. Like something without energy. But what is it?

Not thinking of it as something important, Runi paid no heed to the sound and returned engrossed with her cup of hot tea. Honestly, the more he thought about it, the more goosebumps spread in Runi's mind. He is alone and he does not have Raka to be seen on his roof.

But after a while Runi ignored the voice by again trying to focus with her tabloid, before long, the voice sounded again. Even harder than before.

Dug ...

Dug ...

Dug ...

Whatisit?

Due to the growing curiosity accompanied by a strange feeling of goosebumps, Runi gave up. He could no longer ignore the voice that was disturbing enough for him. At least if indeed it is something dangerous, then he can face it or at least ask the nearest neighbor for help, instead of just letting it go.

Runi moved her feet curiously to the back door. He felt even more panicked as he walked through the kitchen, where several pieces of precarious debris were strewn across the floor. The house is still semi-permanent, so the kitchen has not been installed plasterboard.

"What's this?" tanyanya while looking up. The precarious kitchen was not hollow, but he could clearly see a slight crack there.

Curiosity made him step outside. He took a bamboo ladder next to the house, then he installed the ladder with the tip touching the edge of the precarious house. Carefully, Runi began to climb one by one the stairs with the bamboo material.

Upon arriving, the voice was heard again. This time it sounded more real, because indeed Runi was right at the end of the stairs, on the edge of the roof of his house. Runi again sharpened his hearing and the voice was heard again. Sounds like a knock, but very slow. So weak. Irritable, yet sounding regular.

Runi began to circulate his gaze, looking for the point where the crack had been. His eyes began to circulate sweeping across the surface of the roof of his house. Then, he was surprised by the sight that was in front of his eyes.

"Hey, little dog! What the hell is going on with you?" Ask Rune once more. He screamed frantically calling the animal that definitely could not give him a response due to unconsciousness.

Trouble, Runi climbed the last peak of her stairs. Then he came to the roof of his house. It crept slowly to the point where the little dog lay. Although not far from his last position, but because he never climbed to the roof of the house and plus he also had a phobia of heights, of course Runi felt a little afraid.

Runi got there. The point where the little dog lay helpless and drenched in blood with an arrow stuck in his chest. That point became a possible place where he fell or slammed out of nowhere. The proof, after he observed carefully, the precariousness of his house now broke into pieces. Looks so poranda-straw. Runi even shuddered in horror, how hard was this tiny dog thrown and from where, so that the precariousness of his house looked as messy as this?

Runi began to guess. This dog must have been thrown so far away. Maybe from the top of the tree? But why should it be in this state of being?

"What happened to you? Where did this arrow come from?" Tanya Runi did not understand without caring about the condition of the roof of his house. He thought he could call a handyman to fix it. The most important thing right now is, he focuses on the condition of this tiny dog that looks very helpless.

However, again Runi was made so surprised. He furrowed his brows as he watched the tip of the arrow. According to him, this arrow was very unusual. The tip of her arrow was made of very beautiful and luxurious peacock feathers. Even anyone who saw it would know with just one lyric, that this arrow was a unique and rare looking arrow.

"Hey, aren't you papa?" Tanya Runi was worried. Although he knew the dog could not answer his question, he still felt he had to ask.

"Hey, wake!" Runi shook the body, but the response that Runi saw was alarming. The little dog moved, but very slowly. Maybe the knocking sound in the precarious was done with the remnants of his strength. Who either asked for help or just marked to the owner that he was here, real, stranded on his roof, dying, and in need of help.

"Come, come with me down!" Said Runi who was now carrying the little dog very carefully in a sling of his left hand. He brought down the bamboo stairs with his right hand holding on to one side of the stairs to support the weight of both of them.

Hap!

Runi felt very relieved once he managed to arrive on the ground safely. He glanced at the little dog in his carriage, and he smiled excitedly as he felt a small squirm in his chest.

"Hey, hangin! I'm sure you're strong!" Runi Seru. But he panicked again when the little dog closed his eyes again, with his legs and tail drooping so limp helpless.

Runi who feels panic is not a bitch is now looking for a used cardboard. He put the dog there, then quickly took out his motor matic. He no longer cared about the pile of work waiting for him in the sewing room. He also did not care if the clothes he was wearing were drenched in blood. For now, there is one life that needs his help.

"I'm taking it to the puskesmas, yeah!" pinta Runi while putting the cardboard containing the limp body on the dashboard of his motor. Then, while occasionally glancing down under his feet, he rode his motorcycle slowly.

"Please hold on!" pinta Runi on the immobile body, riding his motorcycle carefully down the cobblestone streets leading to the puskesmas, the only place of medical services there.

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