SELAQ
Episode "Court to Baloq Darwire" (27)

Nursiwan and Kertaji arrive at Bunge Village Hall. Bring along Baloq Darwire who is still unconscious.

After laying it on the pandan mat, they sat down beside Baloq Darwire. There was an old woman among them. He is Baloq Selasih. Baloq Darwire's.

The old woman's eyes were swollen, unceasingly shedding tears. His heart ached watching the soulmate lying helplessly.

The husband's hair is bleached and sparse. The wrinkled face has accompanied his cries and laughter for almost a century. When tonight Sang Hyang Kuasa picked him up he hoped to be invited together.

“Poor Darwire. At this age, facing the thorny problems of his village,” Nursiwan shatter the silence of the night. He looked at his best friend.

“Nobody knows what events and destiny every human being will live. No one can order destiny so that in old age the way of life is fine. All by His will, we humans are only required to solve every problem as well as possible,” said Kertaji. The man clad in black cloth all over his body leaving only his right eye visible, touching the hand of Baloq Darwire. He felt the old man's body still warm.

“Life is like painting on a white canvas. Any scratches that are accidentally made must be able to be transformed into images that beautify the great paintings of life that we make each,”, added Kertaji.

Nursiwan looked at the face of his best friend. Then his gaze shifted down to the body to the feet.

The black to red color was scattered on the body of Baloq Darwire. The wound was the mark of Selaq Bunge's flame. Other bruises and inert are spread from the face to the tip of the foot.

“If only Darwire does not have the ability of high canuragan, it is difficult for ordinary humans to survive this long,” said Nursiwan.

“Yah's... Darwire is one of the five demigods. He and his four younger siblings once conquered the Jin people in this valley until finally we can all enjoy building a village together,” said Kertaji. He stopped for a moment his speech. Then with the back of his palm, check the body temperature of Baloq Darwire on his forehead. “If only he was young, I'm sure Selaq Bunge's prowess could be matched,”

“You are also great to be able to balance the power of Selaq Bunge,” praise Nursiwan on Kertaji.

Once again the Leaf Village Chief took a deep breath then exhaled slowly. There was something that stuck in his heart when he remembered his battle against the leaders of the Selaqs.

“Selaq Bunge has not released all its capabilities,” said Kertaji.

“Why do you conclude like that, is not the science of the rare sticky Tijuh that you can banish easily?”

“Easy? Owh, eyes, teeth, hands, and feet feel like they want to be dislodged. I have to expend all my energy in dispelling the hail of the bomb,”

“You look really enjoy the battle against him?” babes Nursiwan.

“Only a stupid fighter who shows his weakness to his opponent,” timpal Kertaji.

“So so,” said Nursiwan while smiling.

“When Selaq Bunge down the science of Tijuh Sticky, my energy is still fresh. Enough to control the wind pushed him outside the village. If only the fight lasted longer and Selaq Bunge combined the attack he mastered between the elements of fire and water, I don't know what will happen to us,” said Kertaji shuddering in horror.

Then connect again, “Selaq Bunge increasingly unfocused when hearing the death of Mopol Kesur. His big plan to build a colony of Selaq was scrapped for a while,”

Nursiwan chimed, “They had to find a replacement economist Mopol Kesur to realize his grand plan of building the kingdom of Selaq,”

“Finding a replacement for Mopol Kesur is not easy. Even though Selaq in the forest number in the hundreds, most are still ‘baruq fingers' or still public. Let alone thinking of building an empire, self-control can not yet be. They are still wild, like to eat dirt, carcasses, or wild chickens alive. The hundreds of Selaq hiding within the forest were still afraid of the sunlight. They have not been able to be invited to think by Selaq Bunge and his group,” said Kertaji.

Nursiwan's gaze turned to Baloq Darwire. But then the water changed. Eyebrows up. He remembered something. “Where is Artha Prana, I didn't see her?” queried.

“I arrived in this village along with him. But then we part ways. Artha Prana, may help control the change in the form of Jumindri,” said Kertaji.

“If Darwire had not told Selaq Bunge that Jumindri had to metamorphose before becoming Queen, I really did not know until anytime,” muttered Nursiwan.

“Already, we leave it to Artha Prana and Rawilih Jumindri problem. Now help me, I will try to treat it,” after saying, his hand stretched out to pay attention again, one of the burns on Baloq Darwire's hand.

“The burn injury he suffered, not too serious. Not to the extent of damaging the structure of his flesh neural network,”

“But the deep wound he sustained was quite serious. Many blood vessels and veins were pinched. If not immediately repaired can trigger dangerous swelling,” said Kertaji.

Kertaji asked Nursiwan to sit Baloq Darwire. He then took a seat behind Darwire.

Kertaji eyes closed. His mouth is chanting a spell. Then with your thumb, the blood flow to the wound point.

After that with deep energy, Kertaji collected damaged blood cells throughout the body Baloq Darwire. Long enough Kertaji exert energy in, shifting the damaged blood cells through the vessels that have been poached flow so as not to mix with blood that is still good.

The back of Kertaji's left arm, across the forehead. He was cleaning his sweat that was pouring because it was too much energy in.

“Why don't you just open your cover cloth, so I can help wipe your sweat,” Nursiwan advises.  To be honest, he was curious half to death, what the face of the village chief Leaf was.

“Hehehe..” Kertaji laughed a little. Then say, “As you know, this cover cloth, has helped me face Selaq Bunge,”

“How can it?” asked Nursiwan, looking sour his advice was not followed.

“I actually grimaced a few times in pain when fighting blows. Selaq Bunge's energy was very strong, but he did not know my facial expression withstood the pain of being covered in cloth, hehe ..” he laughed again.

After trying hard, the damaged blood cells successfully directed Kertaji to several bruise points. The damaged blood that gathered made the bruise wound even bigger.

Kertaji took a knife at the waist, burned the tip, after which, he said,

“Sreet ... Sreett ..”

The tip of the knife split the lump. Then the blood was black-colored and thick, flowing profusely.

“If this blood is not removed, his body will rot from within. As a result Darwire will feel excruciating pain, heat, pain and can eventually die sooner,”

Kertaji opens tootokan at a number of blood vessel points. Reopening blood circulation throughout the body Baloq Darwire.

“Thank God you can treat it,” Nursiwan said.

Kertaji looked at Baloq Selasih who was sitting in front of him. The old woman was still silent seeing her husband helpless.

“Stay treating his external wounds with honey mixed with aloe vera. While his internal wounds can be treated with herbs,” he told Baloq Selasih.

The old woman nodded weakly. Not a word came out of his wrinkled mouth. Her tears still flowed though not as hard as in the beginning.

Moments later Baloq Darwire's body twitched. Slowly the old man opened his eyes. But when he wanted to get up to sit down, Kertaji forbade him.

“Don't move much first. Let the blood flow push the remnants of the damaged blood,”

“Thank you friend,” said weak Baloq Darwire.

Just then, a shadow appeared from the dark passageway. Calm steps bring silence. Getting closer to the village hall. After his body was illuminated by the light of the oil lamp, it was then clear who had come.

“I brought two tidings. Good news and bad news,” said Artha Prana.

Kertaji, Nursiwan, Baloq Dariwire and his wife were compactly looking towards Arta Prana. Waiting for further explanation of the village head of Pusuk.

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