SELAQ
Episode "Pancalita Drunk Romance" (45)
“Where am I,” Og Pancalita.
Her beautiful eyes opened slowly. A light immediately filled his eyelids.
His body still hurts. Grumpily.
His last memory, recording when unable to fight the river currents that change rapidly. Dragged it away until it finally sank unconscious.
After that, he remembered nothing. The last voice heard, scream Inaq Bangkol who collided with the roar of river water.
“Where is this,” shrinks once again.
While still confused, Pancalita found her body was wrapped in a dark color cloth. Someone saved him from death.
“But, this is not my house,” murmured.
After searching the entire corner of the room, Pancalita realized it was an old hut. His condition was far from the word luxury. The walls of woven bamboo, many perforated here and there.
While clearly the nose is pointed, catch the smell of goats that sting. Obviously, the hut belonged to a goat herder.
“Hopefully help me women,” hope Pancalita with an anxious look on her face.
When washed away, Pancalita still remembered his body was not wrapped in a thread. He's nude.
Pancalita covered her face with both hands. He doubted his own hope. “May Inaq Bangkol help me,”
But hope was broken instantly. As soon as the door opened and it appeared that an old man's body came carrying a tray of food.
“Eat Dende,” said the old man raucously, welcome.
Pancalita refused to touch the food in front of him. While the old man, was still sitting cross-legged not far from his bed.
“Bu ... You're not the one who helped me?” sound stammered. Pancalita's face implied that his guess was correct. He hoped the old man's wife would help him.
The old man smiled. But then a nod of his head, making Pancalita's chest which was like a big stone, finally could make him breathe a sigh of relief.
“I guess, definitely your wife,” said Pancalita soon.
But the old man nodded.
“Your daughter?” Pancalita hurriedly figured out the answer.
But once again the old man shook his head. The look on Pancalita's face turned Purus asa back. He was reluctant to guess, but waited for the old man to explain.
“I told my distant relatives to look for grass near the river. When he came back instead of bringing grass for goat-goat food, but carrying a beautiful woman who fainted wrapped in banana leaves,”
“Means your distant relative's son, has seen my body completely naked!?” the tone of Pancalita's voice is high. His face was reddened between shame and anger.
The swooping sound of the head of Lolo Village did not change the look of the shady old man's eyes. He chose not to answer Pancalita's question. “God you are more important than everything,”
“Do not measure the truth with your own opinion old man. To me honor is far more important than life!” the voice of Pancalita was heard holding anger. “Call your relative's son, if he dares to be presumptuous as long as I am unconscious, I will hang him in the village square. You and your relative's son, don't know who you're dealing with!”
The old man, hurriedly bowed his body. Arrange the respectful greetings of the people to the leader. Seraya says, “Ampun Dende. No one does not know Dende Pancalita,”
Pancalita's face grew tense. The fear began to guess, how the villagers would gossip about him. If only, the drifting incident in the nude was to spread, he would not hesitate to cut off the tongue of the old man and his nephew.
“This hut is far from the heart of the village. I guarantee my niece, don't dare to mess around while you're unconscious. Our intentions are sincerely helpful,” said the old man in an orderly and calm tone. After setting his breath, the old man again said, “Save you, not only help Pancalita, but also save Lolo village,”
“Who are you?” the tone of Pancalita's voice began to fall. His chest was relieved hearing the assurance, the old man.
“I, Puq Amet,” replied the old man.
“Where is he now?” ask Pancalita later.
“Prepare water for you to clean yourself,” replied Puq Amet.
Pancalita was silent for a moment. He noticed Puq Amet's appearance. His face is innocent. There was no sign of ill intent. He said softly and soothingly.
His clothes are shabby, tattered. Skin snarling. Her hair was long-gray. Her lips were reddened in betel.
“Is this still Lolo Village area?” ask Pancalita. This time his voice was much calmer.
“How long will it take me, back to the heart of the village?” ask again.
“At the very least, if Dende departs in the morning it will arrive at the time when the sun slips from the top of the sky,”
“Away too,” murmured Pancalita.
“Not only far away, the road is also winding, steep, and steep,” he explained.
While the two were still talking, a young man entered the room. His body bowed, paying homage. Pancalita's shocked not a bitch. After seeing the young man's face.
His blood is beautiful. His heart beat playing a rhythm he had not heard for a long time.
“Dia,” she said inwardly with a beautiful vibrating heart.
The handsome dashing youth. The skin is clean, the nose is pointed, the eyes are shaded that easily melt the frozen heart, the goddesses of heaven. Now the young man was sitting reverently in front of him with his head bowed, paying homage to him.
***
In a place like. Between the tip of Mount Rinjani and the vastness of Segara Anak Lake, the building stands proudly.
Sometimes the building is covered in fog.
But the wind that roared among the ancient trees, swept the mist until it again revealed its luxury and splendor.
The burly men stood guard with eagle eyes. Keep an eye on everyone who comes with a suspicious and alert look. Impressive behind the grandeur, there is a great mystery hidden behind the sturdy walls.
Inside the building resembles a palace, there is a spacious room. Crystal lights adorned the sky and its walls.
In the middle of the room, a long table crossed. A bit like a giant coffin.
At the front end of the table are three luxurious chairs. Decorated with gold, diamonds, and sparkling diamonds. There sat three people showing off their arrogance.
Hair neatly combed. White face with thick powder and red lips by dye.
Their appearance grew more luxurious with silk cloths that wrapped around his body. The body gesture reflects a true opportunist!
The man sitting in the middle grinned, before finally greeting Selaq Bunge. “Old time, Tarumbie,”
The Selaq Bunge who was greeted only nodded. He was actually upset to see the man's body language. But he had no choice but to meet the three men to realize the dream of building the kingdom of Selaq.
“I have a good offer for you,”, Selaq Bunge said.
“Hohoho... Tarumbie, have you started doing business?” the guy sitting on the right. His smile was impressive he was not interested in the offer of Selaq Bunge whose real name is Tarumbie.
Selaq Bunge continued his words. Thinking that he had started the conversation with the wrong sentence. The three opportunist men threw one another a glance, then laughed at him.
Neres Koneng rose up violently. Then said in a high tone to Selaq Bunge, “Tuanku, you seriously want to cooperate with these three brash men?”
Blood boils. Upset to see Selaq Bunge's words become a joke of three men.
“Not us who need but you guys,” said the man who sat in the luxurious seat dj left lightly. His gaze was wildly watching one by one the Selaqs who were visiting his palace.
“Tennah Ngeres Koneng,” Excited Ngeres Beaq warned. Ask him to sit back and keep his attitude.
“But at least you appreciate the words of our leader!” reply Ngeres Koneng fiercely, to the three men with fierce gazes. Glowered.
“What do we look like to care?” the man on the right side, asked back in a dismissive tone.
Neres Koneng could not bear to throw the man with a chair. His blood was boiling in the crown.
If only Ngeres Beaq had not warned him in an even louder voice. “Sit Ngeres Koneng!”
Seres Konneng had no choice. He slammed his ass in annoyance. Sit back.
The three men sitting on the luxurious seats smiled in satisfaction. They felt they had managed to control the notoriously dangerous Selaqs. Although they had also alerted a number of troops in case the Selaqs turned wild and became savages.