SELAQ
Episode "Pancalita Drunk Romance" (42)

The white scarf, the last bandage to come off on that smooth white body. Splashing water, surging with the body of makeup, little by little immersed in the clear river water.

A plain body without a thread, wriggling withstanding the coldness of the water.

“Byuurrr!” the water roared, as soon as the body sank for a while.

Morning sun, peek shyly from behind the leaves. Blushed to see the beautiful body of Pancalita.

But it wasn't long. The Surya, suddenly turned grim. Drowning behind the dark clouds swirling increasingly thick.

Along with the wind, a baby's holy breath, the rain broke. Marking after the dry season in Lombok.

The thick cloud did not make Widow Rawilih satisfied to clean her body. In the river that crossed not far from his residence. There is a mother. The side of the river whose water pooled like a well by a pile of rocks arranged in such a way as to resemble a dike.

The place is off limits to the villagers.

Only the village chief's family can use it. Its position is upstream of the river close to the spring. Cleanliness and purity of water are guaranteed from stains.

“Kanda Raden Rawilih,” lirih Pancalita with a grim face hue.

His memory is back, his moments are still together. Mixing love in Tibu asmara. The rock was a silent witness, how Rawilih was the full owner of every inch of his body. Without remainder.

Eleven full moon passed. Pancalita, realizing forgetting Rawilih is so difficult. Rawilih's face is still alive in his timeless memory.

“Dende, is it not finished?” Inaq Bangkol, waiting anxiously on the river's lips.

His head was dizzy from the sidelines of the bamboo tree. Then in a soft voice said again, “Weather is not good Dende, let's go home,”

The middle-aged woman faithfully took Pancalita's clothes. From where he stood, he could not see clearly the village chief.

The lush bamboo trees that grow on the river's lips, make Tibu like a spacious bathroom.

But his ears clearly heard the sound of water gushing by the stomping of his hands or when the beautiful woman buried her entire body.

“Before Inaq,” sahut Pancalita, soft.

“Rain is falling more and more, Dende. It is not good to bathe in the river in a situation like this,” he said anxiously.

“I know, wait a moment,” replied Pancalita.

Actually Pancalita is not satisfied yet to cleanse the body. But the rain actually opened his sweet memories with Rawilih.

The rain brought him to Rawilih for the first time. When it rains too, Rawilih invites him to live together. And in the Tibu when the rain is always a second bed, enjoy the honeys of romance.

Maybe he will pass that special time?

“Oh no, I felt Kanda Rawilih coming to me from a far away place,” softly, smiling. Until the flowers refuse to bloom. Shame, lose charm with Pancalita's smile.

“Come kanda, I feel your presence coming from far away,” again.

Pancalita drifted in her imagination. Feeling the imaginary body-spreaders Rawilih comes with his warm love language.

“Hug me,” his sigh.

The rain is getting worse not realizing it. Inaq Bangkol is getting anxious. But he can't do more than that.

“Duh Dende, the rain is getting heavier,” he said ventured, warning once again.

But Pancalita's answer made him silenced and no longer dared to speak. The tone of the Village Chief Lolo's voice even changed loudly, “Don't bother me anymore. If you want to go home, go home. I just met my husband, but your voice made him go away again,”

Pancalita closed her eyes again. He bit his lips, then slowly turned his face to the sky. He let his hair fall wet by the rain.

“Come kanda. Don't just sit idly by in the bushes,” his sigh.

“Duk... Duk ... Duk ..!!”

Pancalita felt the earth tremble. The water wave is getting stronger. But in an unquenchable longing, Pancalita believes it's a sign her husband's spirit is actually coming to say hello.

“I feel the shakes of your footsteps,” softly, still closed.

“Newly approaching. Hugged me. Replace the sunlight that cannot rival the warmth of your embrace. So too does the full light fail to replace the softness of your caress,” her sigh.

The earth's tremors are getting louder. But Pancalita was increasingly afraid to open her eyes. She did not want her husband to disappear again by disturbing voices.

But what happened next, his body twisted dragged by the swift currents of the river. The water that had been clear, turned pitch-black in the mud!

Panicked pancalita not a bitch. He realized the river water was getting bigger. The trembling earth was not her husband's steps coming.

But the rocks of the mountain are dragged by the water!

“Please Inaq Bangkol!” his screeches.

The screams made Inaq Bangkol aware that the Village Chief was in danger. The middle-aged woman, running in a hurry to enter the area with her hands still clutching Pancalita clothes.

How shocked he witnessed the naked body of Pancalita mated waves of water. Dragging the rocks, rolling not because of.

“Please!” peekik Inaq Bangkol repeatedly.

Unfortunately his voice was unable to penetrate the roar of rain. Tibu is further away from the residential area. Panicked Inaq Bangkol ran here and there.

“Grow your hands Dende!” Excitement while sticking long bamboo branches to help Pancalita pull over.

Pancalita managed to catch the tip of the bamboo twig. But just pulling away from the whirlpool, a larger stream of water came and no doubt dragged Pancalita away from the Mother!

Inaq Bangkol, chasing the bulls. He did not care about Pancalita's scarf and threw it in the street. While he was as strong as running after the megapur Pancalita, drowned drowned in the torrent.

Please-please!” strangulation over and over again, Inaq Bangkol's cries broke out in deep regret.

Amidst his roaring breath and his fast running legs, he kept shouting, “Dende, hang on!”

***

“Ssssssppptttt, ah .. the pleasure of life,” Blokpentes sipped sweet toast to the toilet in a pottery cup. His eyes were closed imagining dozens of beautiful girls spoiled around him. He no longer cared about the people who looked at him in the shop. Like fathers who don't care about debt, even though the taxman surrounded his house.

“Let me drift away,” rag Blokpentes, then slam his body on a shabby pandan mat. Still closed, Blokpentes swerving like a full-blown python.

But then Blokpentes hurriedly got up. Pushing rough the head of Bolo that was leaning on his chest. It looked like a woman who was shocked and panicked the caterpillar perched on her chest.

“What are you doing?!” blokpentes panicked.

Blokpentes' strong push made the fat man lunge.

“Dhuuuk!” Bolo's head hit the floor. He grimaced with the pain and made his head go round and round.

“You must not try to stain my virginity,” blokpentes, tightly closing both his chest with the palm of his hand.

Bolo was still grimacing in pain. But he could not resist Blokpentes' treatment of him. He was just carried away by the atmosphere of Blokpentes speech. Until unconsciously leaning on the chest Blokpentes.