SELAQ
Episode "Pancalita Drunk Asmara" (47)

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Actually the night when he saw the light, Blokpentes wanted to invite Bolo to take a closer look. But waking up Bolo is harder than waking up in the future. So usually Sasak people call tinderihan.

An earthquake for Bolo, no more like a baby swing that even makes him more asleep.

Oh yeah, the night he buried Bolo, Blokpentes thought his friend was dead. No sound was heard until noon.

As soon as the grave ground was dismantled, the ground under his head almost became doused in the silt. Bolo never even knew, he had been buried all night by Blokpentes, just for leaving him to look after Jumindri.

“Light, where is the light?” bolo blingsatan. He thought he would get food there.

“Night I saw there was light in that place,” Blokpentes pointed his index finger at one of the corners of the cliff. “Persis near that big wood,”

Bolo looked in the direction in question. But then with a doubtful look, he turned his gaze to look at Blokpentes' face fixedly. He thought his friend was just joking. “You're kidding?”

Blokpentes. His face had not yet turned from the grove of trees with one of the largest looks. His heart was pounding faster. He was challenged to look at it closer.

“How can there be a house or settlement there, it is a steep cliff?” bolo half asked. “No I don't want to go there. I don't want to die yet,”

He could already guess the contents of Blokpentes' mind. And get ready to leave, but Blokpentes' hand quickly pulled his clothes. Bolo thrashed, unfortunately the grip of Blokpentes was even sturdier than the winding of the banyan roots.

“Imagine there is food and fruits,” Blokpentes said teasing Bolo's passion.

“I'm not interested, I want to go home,” Bolo thrashed, scavenging his feet on the ground. He almost cried. He knew that Blokpentes' call was the same as an irreversible command.

Bolo is actually very hungry but the steep and gaping cliffs like the lion's mouth are much more frightening than not eating all day.

As he continued to thrash, Blokpentes still teased him, “Imagine also roasted chicken that was burned with the aroma of stirring the stomach,”

“No I don't want!” Bolo hollered harder. But the clutches of Blokpentes are now turning as tight as the claws of a tiger holding a rat cub hostage.

“And the warm thighs of the antelope, coupled with the sprinkling of sour chili, and a little sprinkling of crispy chives,” the blokpentes again.

“Is there warm rice too?” bolo said later.

“Oh course. There's gotta. Freshly finished warm rice is minted and still reflects thin smoke,” Blokpentes replied.

“We go there,” his body turns to step towards the designated tree.

At the corner of Bolo's small lips seeps saliva. Tempted the delicious food that Blokpentes mentioned. The steep cliffs that had been in his mind were like the mouths of lions, turning into the mouths of fish. That's also the fish ******!

The two friends stepped up with passion. Bolo walked ahead like a starving elephant. The thorn and the thorn do not care. The pain was not felt. Which is imagined in his daydream when the base of the antelope feet, held tightly and his teeth tore through the meat soft and savory.

“With salt evenly sown,” god Blokpentes again at the back. Holding back laughter saw Bolo blingsatan impatiently.

“Oh, deliciously,” a wiry Bolo swept saliva across his lips with his tongue while continuing to open the thicket road ahead.

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The iron door of the basement creaked as it opened. Jumindri who was hugging her hanker while staring at the chains that were holding her legs and hands, turned her head.

Not usually the door that is always opened rude it now sounds polite to greet his eardrum.

“Who came?” he murmured, asked himself, squinting. Looking towards the door.

But next, Jumindiri seemed to not believe in what he saw. He rubbed his eyes, sweeping away the thin mist and his gaze grew clearer.

That guy's. Someone he often called uncle. Man with a stocky, big body, with fingers and toes as big as a banana.

He smiled towards Jumindiri even though it did not reduce the slightest impression of sangar. His horned teeth confirmed he actually looked more like a giant than a human.

In his hand as usual he carried a tray filled with food.

There was no kick to the iron door that usually made the room very noisy.

The big man then put down, the food in front of Jumindiri slowly. But it made Jumindiri afraid.

“Time to eat son,” said the big man was friendly.

“Uncle, you healthy?” jumindiri asked with a surprised face.

“Do I look sick?” ask the big guy later. 

“Yes you look healthy uncle. But it seems something unusual,” Jumindri glares at the face of the big man who often berated him. Read the heart through his much friendlier face. “I mean, why no kick to the iron door or tray thrown?”

The big man was stunned for a moment. Staring at Jumindiri with a pitying face. That innocent child countless times had received so much of his frustration that he should not have accepted.

“Do good deeds should always be explained the reason?” ask the man back.

Jumindiri. Then smile. He didn't need a reason for the man to change. His kindness is more valuable.

Jumindiri immediately ate the food in the tray. The food was much more delicious than usual. No longer bland. The aroma is appetizing.

“Will uncle accompany me to eat?” Jumindiri stopped the third bribe. While throwing a glance at the big man who was still standing looking at him.

“Boleh, if you ask, I will accompany you,” replied the man.

The two men who met in the dungeon for the first time ate together. Occasionally Jumindiri seduced the big man by seizing the meat in his hand. And the big man just laughed out loud spouting a few grains of rice out of his mouth.

Oh, time passes so quickly.

Sometimes the heart is hard to know. What looks bad in the eyes does not always describe the feeling in the chest.

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“My name, Denawa Petak,” said the man in between leyeh-leyeh after eating. Accompanying Jumindri who also sat full.

Jumindiri. Look at the man who has changed in an instant.

“I have a daughter, her name is Purwasari,” the gaze of a big man who turns out to be named Denawa The plot is straight. Sharp as if wanting to penetrate the stone-walled basement. Then connect the story, “He's a body into a beautiful and beautiful girl like you,”

“Where is Purwasari now uncle?”

“She lives with my sister, Suwandi,”

Jumindri. It's like understanding why Purwasari didn't live with his father. With a smile, Jumindiri then guessed, “I know, uncle must be busy. So it must leave Purwasari to uncle Suwandi,”

“Not,” Ogre Denawa Petak dropped his gaze to the floor. Something that stifled his chest made him no longer able to hold his head up.

“Then what?” Jumindiri asked in a soft voice, carefully. He suspected that something was very hurtful in Denawa Petak.

“Purwasari never knew that I was his father. My wife does not want to either, Purwasari knows the truth,” quietly.

The story of Denawa Putak is like a thorn that goes into the esophagus of Jumindiri. So sick and about the reality of life lived by the giant man.

“What uncle will tell you the reason why your wife does not want Purwasari to know you are her father?”

Denawa Petak sighed slowly. Reduces tightness in the chest. Then in a quivering voice, he said “Only you call me uncle. Everyone calls me a giant. And that, a disgrace to my family,”

Jumindiri shifted his gaze to the floor. Clearly, he understood very well how the heart wound of Petak Denawa. Pain, perching. And eliminated. That's how he's been feeling all along.

Ever since he got to know the world and found everyone away from him. “Only because of this damn monster,” watered down greetings today. Then his hand squeezed his chest that felt sore from within.

“I give a shout to uncle, I feel the hurt of uncle,” lirih Jumindiri.

Denawa Petak. Look at the poor girl's face. He took a deep breath, then slowly breathed. Then with a hoarse voice he said softly, “Is there anything more painful about being a parent, but not recognized by the child?”