SELAQ
Episode "Is this Love?" (49)
Alright.
This may also be difficult to explain. Jumindiri, so liked the giant-faced man. Feelings of like that are not just like. In love? Yeah, that kind of thing.
He was always waiting for the arrival of such a ugly man impatiently.
Feeling very lonely, when away from him. It's like being at the bottom of the earth, the deepest. Silent, deserted. It's blank!
But when the ugly man came, everything was filled with light. Even the walls also give love notes.
Like a dark hallway. Black and thick. Never been exposed to light for decades. Then tetiba, the lantern is lit, know what happens next? A new world is created. The darkness disappeared and all of a sudden did not want to part with the particles of light.
A little picture of the emptiness of the heart that suddenly became colorful in Jumindiri's heart. The rocky walls, as if they could talk to him.
Jumindri too long, melted in silence.
It becomes part of the silence. In the end, he understood ‘languages’ silence. And start talking to all the dead things.
“You like it?” the voice was clearly heard, ringing in his eardrum.
“Iya,” oozing.
“You're in love?”
“In your opinion, how?” his village.
“But he has a wife,”
“What is blocking love?” hatchlings.
The stone and the wall that spoke to him fell silent. Quietly quiet.
In that fucking basement, Jumindiri never knew, it was day or night. His body was even calisthenated at the warm embrace of the sunshine. It was precisely the cold that was getting more and more affectionate to embrace him. Seize him. So tight.
“Am I crazy?”
“Crazy,” his voice echoed. The sound of his last bright speech broke through his eardrums.
Jumindiri did not care about his ugly face. Even though his face was even more broken. Or more horrible? Ah ... Both are the same. Equally have no effect.
“I still like him!” His screams.
His voice echoed. Bounces. Moves down a dark hallway. Until the one left at the end of the hall where two big fat and lazy men were snoring, shocked.
“Aaaaaa!”
“You heard something?” she said with a panicked face. His eyes glare. His hand rested on the handle of a machete tucked away on his waist.
“Most that monster, hungry again,” grumbled the man next to him. Then lean again his head against the mouth wall of the underground tunnel. His head was tilted, his iron helmet was sticking out. But the all-round position of the gig was enough, taking him to dreamland again. That instant too.
The man next to her immediately followed. And the snoring of the two immediately agreed upon each other.
Tuny?
Of course not. It looks more like a hungry lion.
Go back into that basement ...
“His face is like a Giant!” the voice sounded again. Evidently. As clear as the sun in broad daylight.
“Is there a charming-looking man in this village whose heart is better than Denawa Petak?” bela Jumindiri's.
Shaking the heart feels different. This one's more beautiful. Slight sore. But very intoxicating!
“If Baloq Darwire how?” ask the voice in silence again.
“Soft, warm, and peaceful. But no intoxicating taste,” smooth.
Okay fine.
“So enough has been this debate,” sergeant Jumindiri grabbed his own hair. Then after that close his ear leaves very tight. While saying softly, a little resigned. “Enough, point,”
“Tap ... Pt ... Tap!”
Jumindiri jumped up in excitement. He knows this step very well. From beats, rhythms, to the weight of foot pressure tracing the earth. He's already very memorized. Out of the head!
His beliefs cannot be confused. Even among the steps of hundreds of other soldiers, Jumindiri can recognize the footsteps of Denawa Petak. Especially this empty.
He jumped up!
Patting his whole body, brushing off the dust. Sweeping his face with clothes, wiping it from dust and sweat. Comb hair with fingers. Then tidying up his clothes.
Not to forget, he rubbed his feet black from dust and mud. Blow it. Rubbing again. Cheating again. Until finally the skin is yellow Langsat, shining in the oil lamp.
“Reeettt!”
The iron door creaked. Soon after, the man who made Jumindiri happy went inside.
“You waiting for me?”
Denawa Petak mengulum smile. Greet Jumindri who sat cross-legged with a carefree face. Greet him as he should, the king's guest of honor.
“I have no guests, other than uncle. Of course, who else should I wait for?” he said with a smile.
Denawa Petak gasped. Amazed. I don't know why that boy looks different. He's mature and mature. Sweet and bewitching, every man will easily bend his knees to his love.
“You're so beautiful, son,” Overturned Spontaneous plot.
If only, Denawa Petak wanted to turn around for a while, Jumindiri wanted to jump in excitement. Danced. He slammed his body on the ground.
Honey, Petak hasn't blinked for a long time looking at him. To make him feel embarrassed.
“If I were young, I would apply to you even if the terms of the sky lock should I leave it to your lap,” Goda Denawa Petak.
“Can uncle be?” Jumindiri made to float.
“Do I look joking?” answer Denawa Petak
“Why doesn't uncle propose to me now?” jumindiri. Mengulum smiled with a reassuring look in the eyes.
Denawa Petak shocked. Jumindiri's answer sounded a joke. But he felt a voice full of earnestness from the boy who had eyes as beautiful as Diamonds in front of him.
For a while the Fetch allowed time to freeze. Facing the boy between helplessness and pity. Then then hurriedly divert the conversation, “Look at me bringing you some venison, I have cooked it to my best ability,”
“Uncle,” lirih Jumindiri with face full of hope. Then with a vibrating voice, said, “I'm serious,”
The last sentence was like a tickle heard in the ears of the Petak Denawa. Suddenly, he was unable to hear any sound except the sentence ‘aku seriously’ who kept ringing in his ear.
Body's numb. Numbness. His hand, which opened the hood of the tray, moved beyond his will.
He was no longer able to hear the constant speck of water in the corner of this stuffy room. His ears were completely unprepared to hear Jumindiri say that sacred sentence.
Feelings stirred. Swerving left-right, bouncing, like a tornado.
The boy's offer was sweet. Too sweet!
Just imagine, when his wife away from him, the big family does not want to meet him. Even his beloved son never once called him “Dad,”.
Little angel came. With a myriad of wonders in her tiny hands. Offering a new life for her. Start a beautiful life regardless of physical and appearance.
“No-no!” tepis in the heart. Rejecting the rusty despair, whimpering pleads for the path of the evil life lived is soon ended.
But then, his wild gaze swayed all over Jumindiri's body. For a child of his age, this boy was too mature. Too fast his charms are radiating.
Denawa Petak did not count just by tidying hair and clothes, the charm of Jumindiri radiates dazzling. “Didn't in her snitch Goddess of beauty?” whispered, still wrestling in silence.