SELAQ
Episode “Pancalita Drunk Asmara” (44)

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Princess Indarsasih who was sitting next to Raden Sigar gave a smile. Nodding gracefully, like the daughter of the king of Java who has been taught manners and adab lofty.

“Kakanda Doyan Medaran, oh I mean Kakanda Kayunada,” Putri Indarsasih nervous, calling Kayunada's nickname when still a traveler.

“Nothing Adinda, you can call me Doyan Medaran,” Kayunada said. He did not let Princess Indarsasih feel guilty for too long.

“I want to know how is Ayunda Putri Mas Sari Kencana?” ask Princess Indarsasih, courtesy. Gentler.

“Yundamu Putri Mas Sari Kencana is in good condition. He was replacing me building a village,” Kayunada took a breath, then sighed slowly.

“Something seems to be weighing on your mind Kakanda?” timpal Raden Sigar Copyist, probing. Watching Kayunada's heavy breathing.

“Oh no, I just thought about how your Ayunda is now,” Kayunada said.

Princess Indarsasih frowned. Like he kept the question in his mind. “Why didn't you bring her here?”

Kayunada took a deep breath. Then slowly avoid it. There is a burden of thought that wants to be told to two friends who are already like sisters to him. “At the moment I am building a village in the eastern region. The village I named Selaparang, but ..”

Kayunada cut off the story. Making Raden Mas Sigar Copyist and Princess Indarsasih exchange curious views.

“But what's Kakanda?” timpal Raden Sigar Copyist.

“I want to build Selaparang village to be even bigger, become a kingdom in the East region,” he said masygul.

“Wah... wow. You're always one step ahead of me. When I was still trying to prosper my people, you had aspired to build a kingdom, I envy you,” Raden Sigar said with sparkling eyes.

“But the villages that grow around Selaparang Village are not yet willing to join,” he explained.

“What's the problem sister? Should I deploy troops to attack villages that do not want to join it?” ask Raden Sigar Copyist. His face could not wait to hear his brother's words.

Kayunada smiled wryly. He shook his head in disagreement with Sigar Copyist's idea. “I don't want to be like that,”

“Then?”

“That's why I came to this valley. Studying to Supreme Master Raden Aryadi how to build an empire without having to with war,”

“Hahaha!” Raden Sigar's laughter exploded.

Kayunada's eyes turned confused. I don't think he said the wrong word.

“Is there something wrong with my words?”

“Not so Kanda. But since when did repent war?” timpal Raden Sigar was still laughing.

Kayunada smiled lightly. Then say, “I thought long ago brother Sigar Copyist. War leaves only endless suffering and grudges. Our adventures, they say a lot of things in my life. Everything achieved by way of war, the result is a curse,”

Raden Sigar thought hard. Not yet able to understand Kayunada's intentions.

“How can Kanda avoid war to gain great power?” sergeant.

“I didn't say I was going to end the war. War can be anytime, anywhere, and if it happens I can't avoid it. But achieving all desires with war is wrong and I do not want to build a dream about the Selaparang kingdom starting from the war,”

“How, was not that great kingdom born of conquests?” sahut Raden Sigar's. He caught a very serious impression, what Kayunada expressed. “I never thought as far as I thought, that there is another way to achieve a dream other than the way of war,”

“That's what I said earlier. I came to Bunge village and met Supreme Master Raden Aryadi and learned another way of building a kingdom other than war,”

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Oil lamp on stone wall. The only thing that warms that stuffy room. There was no sound but regular breathing.

The basement is completely empty. Just once, silence was punctuated by the coughing sounds of guards at the far end of the passageway.

Jumindri sat down to contemplate. He doesn't know where he is right now. Ever since he collapsed, he was suddenly in a stuffy room with his hands and feet in steel chains.

“Where is this,” shrinks.

I don't know how many times the question was asked. But there was no answer except for a similar question heard from the reflection of the stones. Moreover, the thick scent of wet soil accompanied his confused feelings.

“Tap ... Pt ... Tap ...”

The sound of big steps and just approaching the room. It was clear though it was still far away at the end of the hallway.

But Jumindri was not surprised. He knew who the owner of the move was. A stocky man with fingers and toes as big as a banana. The man who always came to bring a tray of food and drinks cooked carelessly.

Jumindri did not move from her seat. Bending his head, he looked at the steel chain that was trapping his two ankles.

Even when the steel door was opened violently accompanied by a kick to the steel door, triggering deafening echoes, Jumindri was unshuffled. He was already used to facing the big tall, fierce man.

“Prakkk!”

Nothing has changed. He was treated like a wounded dog. The food in the tray was thrown in front of him.

And back it's spilled into the ground. “Lunch time, monster!” he shouted in a trifling tone.

“Uncle .. ” Overt Jumindri.

But not yet finished, the man grinned. Showing his big teeth.

Then with a cruel face, he rebuked violently. “Suka-sukaku. I'll throw it or I'll kick me in power. Fortunately, I brought food. If not, no one cares if you're alive or dead!”

The man seemed to know what Jumindri wanted to say.

But the girl nodded. Hinting isn't what it means.

“Then what?” ask the guard.

“Uncle, do you have a daughter?” tanya Jumindri flat.

The man snorted. Spreading her eyelids. Figuring out Jumindri's intentions through a look of sadness.

After being sure, nothing would happen if he answered Jumindri, the man said loudly. “Have, but she's beautiful. Unlike you it looks innocent but inside you there are evil monsters!” reply, still with an irritating face.

“Does he love you uncle?” ask Jumindri.

“Bhahaha!” the man laughed out loud. Making the room noisy by the echo of his voice.

“Jawab just uncle, no need to laugh at me,” shriek Jumindri.

The guard is a mangosteen. The answer to that question was already in his head and he said, “Of course. There's no reason he doesn't love me. Every time I go home, I always bring her favorite food. And just so you know, her mother told me that almost every night my daughter dreams of me,” Highlight her eyes change. Saving anger. “But because of you, I can't go home every day anymore. In this goddamn basement with dozens of other guards, we were asked to look after a cursed child. Every day delivering food, walking down a narrow alley, and sleeping in a very desirable place!”

“You're the responsible father. The daughter must be so happy to have a father like you, uncle,” her voice turned hoarse. Holding back the cry that stuck to his neck.

“I told you, he has no reason not to love me,” he said proudly.

“What if your daughter gets hurt by someone else?” ask Jumindri again.

Then with glaring eyes, as if about to jump out, the man said, “He will not survive!”

“You're great uncle. Father who served every daughter,” praise Jumindri again.

“Of course,” he said proudly. The smile on his lips re-expanded in satisfaction, then said, “Let's see what else you want to ask. Look at me again be kind,”

Jumindri. Throwing a smile at the fierce man. Then cheerfully said, “No uncle, but I was thinking how happy it was to have a father alive. Especially someone who cares like you. I pray that your time off will come soon. Hurry home, protect your daughter, lest any bad man hurt her,”

The cruel man gasped. For the first time he walked away without getting angry. His face was flat thinking of Jumindri's words.

Until he closed and re-locked the steel door of the room, at first glance he heard Jumindri's voice, saying softly, “Such as I ..”