SELAQ
Episode “Souls Haus Tahta” (35)

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Sekar Ningrum was agitated. He was still thinking about his dream. Several times he stole a glance at Suriane. It was like the last night she saw her husband.

“Kanda,” Lirih Sekar Ningrum. “That dream still keeps bothering my mind,”

Suriane sat cross-legged on a pandan mat. In front of him was a sweet wine and a plate of boiled cassava. After gulping down the legit water of thought, he threw a gaze at his soulmate.

“Already Adinda Sekar Ningrum. The war is over. What else to worry about. Do not discuss the dream again,” he said to calm his wife's heart.

“But why dream, you don't have a head?” sekar Ningrum's voice turned hoarse. Her tears rolled back in her eyes. “I beg you not to go anywhere tonight,”

“Tonight I will accompany you until morning comes. Go sleep. It's late at night. Tomorrow we will again lead the consecrated working people to build damaged houses,”, said the West Hut Council.

“True kanda won't go anywhere?” the look in Sekar Ningrum's eyes implied a deep unease. I don't know why the night was so slow to turn. She hoped the morning would come soon and her husband would be safer under the light of the sun.

Suriane did not answer. He just nodded. His mouth was busy chewing boiled cassava.

“Kanda, sleep near me,” pinta Sekar Ningrum smooth.

“You are spoiled once,” replied Suriane to a smile.

The man got up. Stepping near the couch where his wife lay. Before long Suriane had shed her body.

Sekar Ningrum hurriedly wrapped his right hand to Suriane's stomach. As if tying him up so as not to go far. Her head rested on her husband's wide chest.

Suriane stroked Sekar Ningrum's black and long hair. The scent of Cambodian flowers mixed with pandan leaves spread as soon as the hair was unraveled.

“Nothing will happen. Tonight's fine. And tomorrow we'll get back to work,” and see Suriane.

Actually deep down, Suriane keeps a worry. He tried to get rid of the bad thoughts that came. But the harder it tried to dispel, the stronger the unrest knocked on the wall of his heart.

“Duh, Sang Hyang Agung,” watered down in heart.

He did not want to make his wife's mood more panicked.

“I want to sleep,” shrewd Sekar Ningrum.

“Sleep. Until morning this chest is yours,” Suriane said.

Sekar Ningrum closed his eyes. But his heart was still beating unsettled. He said softly, “I want to hear the song Wind Alus,”

In the silence of the night, Suriane's voice melodious. Chanting Alus Wind. While his hands were incessantly stroking his wife's fragrant hair.

“Tok... Gts ... Tok...!”

The sound of the door being knocked violently. Over and over again, without a human voice saying a greeting. The silent atmosphere of the night made the knocking sound very clear.

Suriane. Wife's shocked. Sekar Ningrum tightly hugged her husband's arm. His face could not bear to cry. Shaking his head he begged Suriane not to open the door.

“It's okay. There may be citizens who need our help tonight,”

But Sekar Ningrum still did not want to let go of the handrails. Even now her tears had been dripping between her delicate cheeks.

“Look, if it's not too important I'll refuse to come out. I'll tell him my wife doesn't want to be away from me. How?”

With a heavy heart Sekar Ningrum released his handrails. Let Suriane open the door.

“Kreaaaak!” the door creaked open.

But not only did the door open perfectly a few figures dressed all in black pushed the door hard. Suriane almost went backwards!

The black-clothed figure came carrying a complete sharp weapon. There are sword and spear forms. One of them walked up to Suriane.

“Who are you?” ask Suriane. Face stiffened.

“Sorry sir. We of the elite forces of the Village Chief's protector were ordered to secure the lord,”

“Why should I be secured?” ask Suriane, suspicious.

“There's a group of troops planning to kidnap sir. Come with us, the safety of the master is very important, because the master is the symbol of the village,” said the leader of the group. “We don't have much time. This is the direct order of the Village Chief,”

“Where is your evidence of elite troops?” suriane still did not believe it.

The mysterious group looked at each other. But one of them stepped forward. “What badge of this elite troops is enough as proof?”

His hand thrust a wooden badge into Suriane's face. But before long, he hurriedly pulled his hand behind the clothes.

“Alright because this is the order of the Village Chief, I come,” he said Suriane steady.

The Western Hut Council was taken away by a mysterious group of troops. Leaving a crying wife in the room.

Actually, Suriane knew the group that picked her up was not an elite force. The badge was a fake and he was able to notice it quickly, even if only given a glimpse.

“Goodbye my wife, see you in a more eternal life,” Suriane whispered inwardly.

Arriving outside the village, Suriane rages on attacking the mysterious army with her bare hands.

A fierce fight broke out. But the mysterious army apparently chose a match. In a short time they managed to make Suriane desperate. Until finally a long sword pierced through his stomach!

“A.... I, ti... dak will never be a bagundal, Ru ..” unfinished Suriane said, her body collapsed crashing on the ground. He was also killed at that time!

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“You are one thousand of you, abstain from me to my knees even if you have to face death!” Chairman of the Village Representative Council Baloq Sawiye, standing tall.

Keris is drawn in his hand. Highlight his sharp eyes stared at the group of people dressed in all black surrounding him.

“Sukarela or forced, you have to come with us!” call the leader of the group.

Several moving figures quickly ambushed Baloq Sawiye. They came from the four directions clutching unsheathed weapons.

Baloq Sawiye is spinning fast. Wagging keris dispels incoming attacks. The sound of kris roaring splitting the wind spread a terrifying death sound.

A number of other troops advanced. Putting his weapon into Baloq Sawiye's body.

“Ting... Tang!”

The sound of iron clashing loudly in the air. Sowing death for anyone who is caught off guard from the unequal battle.

“You need more troops to be able to knock me down, chuck!” Baloq Sawiye. Fed up with the thugs who forced the revolution.

(Tales Carrier) ~ Baloq Sawiye is an older figure who is similar to Baloq Darwire.

The Sawiye family is one of hundreds of families who helped Baloq Darwire and his four brothers conquer the jinn kingdom in the valley of Mount Rinjani. They also cleared the land and began to build the forerunner of Bunge village, before finally thousands of residents from various parts of Lombok settled there.

For his great service, Baloq Sawiye was given territory in the middle of the village. The area was later named Central Hut. Baloq Sawiye was then appointed as the Central Hut Village Council.

In addition to serving as the Central Shack Council, Baloq Sawiye by four Hut Councils is appointed as the Representative Chairman of the Bunge Village Council or another term for the chairman of the hut council ~

“The formula does not easily subdue you. As your request, additional troops have arrived,” said the leader of the mysterious group.

Sure enough, the number of mysterious troops that had been only tens had now doubled to hundreds. They emerged from the thickets with bloodthirsty unsheathed weapons.

Baloq Sawiye's hands shook. But not because of trepidation, he could not wait to cut down the supporters of the revolution.

“Beched! Revolution is nonsense. You are just power-hungry trash and praise!” maki Baloq Sawiye's.

The laughter of the mysterious army leader exploded. To him Baloq Sawiye remarked a ludicrous joke. “You insult us as a power-hungry person, in fact you are in a circle of power. What kind of joke is this? Bhahaha.”.

After laughing, hundreds of mysterious troops ambushed Baloq Sawiye together. The old man jumped in and out of the attack. Even on other occasions successfully put his head to the neck, stomach, the head of the troops until the ground collapsed.

But despite the powerful mandraguna, he is still an old man who was not as agile when young. His strength quickly drained and his movements grew sluggish.

Then on one occasion, the leader of the mysterious army thrust a spear right into Baloq Sawiye's left waist and the spear eyes penetrated into his right waist.

“Hah...hah...,” Baloq Sawiye panting. The keris in his hand was still tightly grasped. He stood strong even though the spear was stuck on his waist.

In front of him dozens of bodies of mysterious troops were scattered.

“Ka... if only, I was young, du... double the number you guys are currently still able to face,” Baloq Sawiye stammered.

The leader of the mysterious army, took off his hand grip on the hilt of the spear. He walked to the front of Baloq Sawiye who began to shock, lost consciousness due to too much blood loss.

Before Baloq Sawiye collapsed the leader of the mysterious forces, took the time to say, “The path of struggle makes us different. I'm a supporter of the revolution and you're an opponent of the revolution. But as an old figure with a steel stand, I pay respect and amazement to your greatness and loyalty,”.

He bowed his body to pay his last respects. Followed by another mysterious force.

“Bruuukkk!”

Baloq Sawiye collapsed and breathed his last. He died as a knight admired by his political opponents.