Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 45

...THE PASSION OF LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 45...

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Wuushh!

Suddenly it was like there was a gust of wind passing through the Flower quickly. Followed by a crashing sound several times, like a blow of dry rattan on a wooden branch.

The set! Prak! Prak!

"Ciiakk! Akiiaakkk! Akiiakkk!"

The screams re-echoed great. This time it sounded different than before. 

"Hiaaattt .. huh! Huh!"

The girl instantly memorized, the last of these was Ki Sendang Waruk's voice. But do not know what the old man did and with what kind of creature. A bird? From the shrill screech earlier it can almost certainly be so, according to Bunga. The pitch-black conditions completely blinded the view.

A few moments later there was a fistfight in the room. The cry, the flapping of wings, even ended with a roar of pain that almost coincided with the loud clashing sound on the door.

Brak!

"Ciiakk! Akiiaakkk! Akiiakkk!"

Instantly the Flower rose from its squatting position. Look towards the front door of the house that is leaping. A little helped by the dimness of the light outside.

"Geekk!" call the girl spontaneously. It was about to splash out of the house, but a pull held it back quickly.

"Hold it! Don't come out!" exclaim one voice belonging to Ki Sendang Waruk reminded. "Stay here, Neng!" he added asking Bunga to be right next to his money. 

Flowers look back, although not yet fully able to see clearly the situation around the room. "Wow? What is this—"

"Yes, it's me! Uwakmu!" tukas Ki Sendang Waruk. "Stay right here! Don't out! It's dangerous!"

The girl complies. With a reflex motion he fumbled to the side, looking around for his uvak figure to hold on. Then asked after successfully grabbing the old man's arm, "W-what happened, Wak?" The sound of the Flower stuttered between shock and confusion, whackling her feelings. While outside the house there was still a shrill voice. "What kind of being or being is that out there?"

Ki Sendang Waruk did not answer. He instead stepped slowly forward, towards the broken doorway without a door leaf. Forced, the Flower followed, terrified.

Faintly visible in the courtyard of the house, a figure of Buweuk sprawled while roaring in pain with his distinctive voice.

"Ciiakk! Akiiaakkk! Akiiakkk!"

"Astaghfiullah!" exclaiming Bunga stuck while covering the gaping mouth wide with the palm of the hand. "What kind of creature is that, Wak?" His eyes widened in shock to see the original form of the appearance in front of them. The shape is like an ordinary owl, but from the existing size, almost as big as the body of a newborn baby. There is even another oddity, namely on both legs. It looks similar to a human foot.

"Be quiet here, Neng," ordered Ki Sendang Waruk while releasing a strong check of his nephew's hand on the arm. Then slowly move closer to the creature.

The man stood just a few feet away from the target point. Staring with a sharp eye highlight accompanied by lips twitching certain sentences.

Suddenly the creature in the form of an owl is inching fatigue. Like being struck by such a great fear when approached by the figure of Ki Sendang Waruk. It looks very clear from the movement, such as being able to withstand the pain due to injuries suffered on the legs. Bleeding and unable to get back up.

"Ciiakk! Akiiaakkk! Akiiakkk!"

Again the creature screamed bitterly like asking to be pitied.

Suddenly the old man spat towards the creature and hit the part of his body that was filled with light. Suddenly, a shrill cry like a scream of pain again called out to divide the darkness of the night. 

"Ciiakk! Akiiaakkk! Akiiakkk!"

White smoke immediately billowed from the creature as soon as exposed to the saliva Ki Sendang Waruk. Similar to the hot lava vomit of Mount Merapi that hit and burn wild grass. 

While the Flower was watching from a distance, stunned for a moment among the trays of his fear from the beginning.

'Yes, God! What kind of creature is Uwak actually facing?' The inner girl immediately wondered in wonder. 'It's impossible if it's really a Buweuk and it's like I've never seen anything that big.'

Flower body to great shivering accompanied by paled facial features. A moment later followed by a dense blackened vision and consciousness slowly weakened. Then the hearing room also turned quiet.

Bruk!

Spontaneous Ki Sendang Waruk also turned his head in shock to hear the voice behind him. Especially in the position where the flower stands.

"Nnggg!" exclaimed the batik cloth head-bound old man aghast. "Astaghfirullaahal'adziim!" he said as soon as he saw a flower on the ground floor.

Soon he turned around to hunt down his nephew. A moment to forget the figure of the creature that was being faced earlier.

"Yes, Allah .. Who!" Ki Sendang Waruk patted the cheek of the girl. "What happened to you, Neng?" Quickly he checked the pulse on the Flower's arm. 'Ah, just fell unconscious apparently, ' the old man muttered after being haunted by worry. 'But ….'

Suddenly he remembered the figure of the large owl earlier, then spontaneously looked to look around.

'What?!' Ki Sendang Waruk got up and rushed to the place where the creature was. It's actually no longer there. Disappear, go nowhere. There was not even the sound of screams of pain like before. 'Where's that bastard going, huh?' he went back to mumbling. For a while, he searched the four corners of the place, including the lush leaves of trees around there. Still no sign of anything visible.

'Damn it! Why didn't I just kill that creature?' the old man regretted. 'Now things are getting worse in this village. Of course, one day he or the owner of the bastard will demand revenge!'

'I am more convinced now, that Juanda's death was done by the same people as the terror from Buweuk earlier,' thought Ki Sendang Waruk while bearded and ruffled waist. 'But the problem .. there hasn't been a single piece of evidence I can reveal in the past. Except for just these assumptions. Huh!' He snorted and continued to peck in annoyance. 'Is it possible ...the two figures of the person whom Bunga once told, have something to do with this event and Juanda's death?'

For a moment, Ki Sendang Waruk turned back the picture in some time ago. Just when he and Juanda were both young. There was one beautiful female figure who had long harbored feelings of love in one of them. But not directed at him, but rather against Juanda itself.

Gayung not welcome. Love story does not until it happens to the figure of the woman. The man she loves and is expected to mate with, suddenly decides to marry Sumiarsih. Disappointment and heartache are certainly not something strange when accepting this reality. Then the target switched options on the young Sendang Waruk as an escape. The two of them are getting closer and establish a loving relationship because of circumstances. Especially for the women themselves.

Then, an unexpected event happened. The two separated and separated from each other. Sendang Waruk prefers to seclude himself in a place that has never been known and a few years later, word got out he joined the fighters on the battlefield. While the woman earlier, it is not known how much they felt once they separated.

Since the marriage of his best friend with Sumiarsih, Sendang Waruk only met Juanda a few times. Never more than a count of fingers on the hand and the last of course when to help on the fateful night.

Then, of all these stories, what does it have to do with the story of the previous Flower? On the other hand, Sendang Waruk doubted the truth. But on the next side, he actually sniffed there was a pattern that binds certain figures behind Juanda's death first. Was it?

The more thought, the more dizzy the mind of Ki Sendang Waruk. Finally, he could only scratch his head while grinning in annoyance.

"Yes, God! I forgot my own nephew!" exclaimed Ki Sendang Waruk while turning to bring Bunga into the house.

...SERIATE...

Word Description :

Buweuk: owl.