Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 60

...PASSION LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS ...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 60...

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"I haven't had time to apologize to Master" Ki Bajra said later. Then turned to look at Ki Sendang Waruk with narrowed eyes. "So, you know what caused Master's death?"

'What kind of stupid question is that?' ask Ki Sendang Waruk. "Perhaps because it was time to die, Ki," he replied without revealing the matter that befell Ki Ranah Welung, when he first found out in a terrible condition. "Is there anything else that Aki wants to ask? I still have a little business with this family of the late Juanda."

Ki Bajra suddenly poked. "What business, Waruk? The business with the old widow? He-he-he," he said as he approached.

Ki Sendang Waruk did not want to answer. He was getting ready to step up, leaving behind the figure earlier.

"Excuse me, I'm leaving, Ki, if there's nothing more we should talk about."

"Wait!" exclaimed Ki Bajra was about to hold back Ki Sendang Waruk's steps. "I'm still not done talking to you, Waruk!"

"What else?" asked Ki Sendang Waruk while stopping his steps and turning his head.

"Our business is not finished!"

"What other business? Me and Aki never had any problems. After all, we meet even in coincidental situations."

"Is that?" Ki Bajra laughs. "What other business?" He repeated Ki Sendang Waruk's question earlier. "Of course it's about interfering with my business, Waruk!" His tone of voice had started to change. This makes the old man bound to the head of the batik cloth more alert.

"What business, Ki?" tanya Ki Sendang Waruk pretended not to understand. Just to buy time and try to find an opportunity to avoid the figure.

"You killed my men!"

Surely as expected by Ki Sendang Waruk. The old man came to make calculations of events that had passed.

Not yet had time to chim in, Ki Bajra suddenly launched a lightning attack. Ki Sendang Waruk who has been vigilant since before, did self-defense. There was a clash of forces that had been based on the fulfillment of internal energy.

Prak!

The sound of dry bones containing magical powers clashed in the air. Following the attack after the dangerous attack that leads to the weakest points of the human body.

Luka in the scars of last night's fight with Juragan Juanda, slightly slowing down Ki Sendang Waruk's movement to defend the attack from Ki Bajra. Many times, almost the deadly moves about the chest and heart.

"Good!" sahut Ki Bajra while cursing. "You've learned a lot from our teacher, Waruk. You've changed, not like the weak man you used to be! He-he-he!"

"Hhmmm!" deham Ki Sendang Waruk followed by a grin.

The fight continues in a balanced position. Both Ki Sendang Waruk and Ki Bajra both attack each other and resist attacks with their mainstay moves. Until one day ….

Buk up!

A crushing blow hit the target. One of the figures of the man staggered back while holding his chest with a pain ring in the face.

"Nohhh …."

Fresh blood spilled from the mouth.

"Hupph!" Ki Sendang Waruk took a deep breath as he gathered a third of his strength to endure the pain in some parts of the body. "I'm sorry, Ki. I was just trying to defend myself" he said as he looked at Ki Bajra who was coughing frailly.

"Bad you, Waruk!" rutuk Ki Bajra with eyes full of hatred. "What style are you using? Ki Ranah Welung never taught me that kind of skill." He wiped away the blood melts that were on his lips as well as his chin.

Ki Sendang Waruk smiled faintly, then replied slowly, "Of course Aki Guru will not completely lower his knowledge to a traitorous disciple like you, Ki Bajra. A little, I already know your weak points."

"Hurban ..." sighed Ki Bajra softly, back coughing up spewing fresh blood. "Thus .. uhuk .. uhuk!" He took a few steps back. "But don't have fun, Waruk! One day, I will return to demand revenge for the deaths of my people!"

After saying so, Ki Bajra rushed to leave the place quickly.

"Hey, wait, Ki!" ki Sendang Waruk exclaimed in pursuit, but his steps were stopped by the thump of pain that rained down on his chest. "Thus .. uhuk!" He coughed violently and when he spat, there were blood stains mixed with saliva. "Aahhhh .. fuck!"

When he touched his chest, he accidentally reached for a piece of cloth that was always tucked inside. A moment noticed, then muttered, 'Looks like I recognize, who is the owner of this fabric tear ….' Then looking at Ki Bajra had disappeared. 'The traitorous man? He was wearing clothes of the exact same color and pattern as these rags. But ... Is it true what I saw?'

"Bajra ..." said Ki Sendang Waruk lirih, followed by a severe cough and finally lying unconscious.

The old man did not know what happened next. Until then when he woke up, he was in a narrow and stuffy room. Draped on a couch covered with a crooked pillow and a hard pillow filled with dry straw.

"Uuhhh .." lamented the old man when he tried to get up while holding his chest. 'Ah, this hurts my ribs. But ….' He looked at the condition of his body that was bare-chested and only wrapped in pants cover half the abdomen to the calf. 'Where am I?' tanyanya while turning her head to check the situation around the room.

A room with a walled room. Just enough to occupy itself with a narrow space, leaving a little gap to exit sideways.

"Uhuk! Uhuk!" Ki Sendang Waruk coughed fellow, but still tried to get up and down the couch. Then while holding onto the bamboo wall pole, he stepped out of the room.

The smell of fireplace smoke immediately ventured as soon as it entered the other room and seemed to puff from behind it. Maybe the kitchen, thought the old man. Then with great difficulty, he continued his steps there while holding firmly onto the gallows along the wall.

Faintly, a woman was sitting facing hawu among the puffs of smoke rising from the tail of the fireplace. Busy pouring firewood blades into the furnace.

"Ehem!" deham Ki Sendang Waruk to fish for the figure to turn.

The old man looked for a moment at the figure of the woman before obeying the order. "Where am I, Neng?" the question was so sitting on top of the other halls in the kitchen room.

"Have a rest first, Ki," said the woman while helping Ki Sendang Waruk sash his butt above the halls. "Inter, huh? I will prepare a drink for Aki," he added. Then rushed to get a bamboo glass and hot water from the cauldron on the stove.

Ki Sendang Waruk noticed every move of the figure. He looks young and may be around 20 years old. Deftly, he prepared a drink and not how long it came back closer.

"Drink first, Ki. It feels a bit bitter. But this is good for Aki's health and can help Aki to recover quickly," said the unnamed woman while offering a drink in the bamboo glass earlier.

Without feeling worried or suspicious, Ki Sendang Waruk received it with slightly trembling hands. Blow for a while to reduce the heat, then drink it slowly.

"Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk!"

"Slow down, Ki," said the woman accompanied by a smile while helping to hold the glass. "I'm sorry if I'm in this hut, it's a little uncomfortable for Aki."

"Who is this? Where am I at the moment?" ki Sendang Waruk asked impatiently to find out the figure of the woman.

"Pump this drink, Ki. If it is cold, it will taste much more bitter and imprint in the esophagus."

The old man complied. Little by little he finished the contents in the bamboo glass until the waste went into the mouth.

"In the meantime, I want to lift a piece of cassava first. It's starting to mature now."

Once again, the woman rushed back to the furnace and took the steamed sweet potato stem into a clay dish.

"The waiter to prop our stomach today, Ki," he said as soon as he put the plate in front of Ki Sendang Waruk. "Food is still difficult to find, since the Dutch set high taxes on farmers. Thank goodness we can still eat, even with the rough conditions."

Ki Sendang Waruk plucked a steamed piece of sweet potato earlier, with eyes still fixed on the figure of the woman. "From now on he hasn't answered my question" he said, trying to remind me.

Without looking, the woman finally answered as well. "Oh, yes .. This afternoon, I found Aki lying in the cemetery area of the village. I kept trying to wake up, but it seemed like Aki was unconscious. Then I brought it here and treated."

"bring?" The two eyebrows of the old man were clinging to each other. "You mean—"

"Help my firstborn, of course."

"Oohh." Ki Sendang Waruk's mouth is round. "Who's your name, huh? From your look, this man looks very young. But just now, Neng said .. firstborn bujang. Is He married?"

The woman smiled. "My name .. Asih, Ki. Call it that way" he said, introducing himself.

"Current? Hmmm …." The old man nodded. Then suddenly remembered the figure of Nyai Ayu who had disappeared in the middle of two bodies. 'If only my son had been born, maybe his age would not be far with this Asih woman. I don't know now where the two of them are ….'

...SERIATE...

Word Description :

Room: Bamboo webbing for house wall or pedestal.

Samak : Mats made of pandan leaves.

Hawu: Traditional furnace.

Galar : Reinforcing rod for placing chamber.

Gluing: Fixing the firewood so that the flame in the furnace is maintained.

Intake : Steamed.