SELAQ
Episode "Secret Palace Behind Mega" (52)

The hidden field. Where stood a small hut aloof from the hustle and bustle of the village. Accustomed to the heart of silence. Now crowded crammed with village soldiers who have just finished running a search mission.

After a long journey. The mysterious forest without direction. Without map guidance or psychic. Cross-over through the wilderness. Creeping among mossy slippery rocks. Or hanging on the cliffs with a gaping chasm below. The struggle bore fruit: Pancalita was found.

“I'm sorry, it has made all of you restless,” the weeping Pancalita is almost inaudible.

From the hill that flanks. Fast-forwarding the cold mountain breeze redeemed the bone marrow. The beautiful scenery, after almost a week Pancalita only saw the suffering around him.

The faint blue fluttered mirage the farther the eye looked. Unimaginable tiredness of life if he was not found in that place until not spelled full moon.

The clouds float low. The wind at will. At will. Like a rug that spread wide, but very fragile, and in just a matter of a moment has been torn by the wind hissing.

Still in the valley, with a large stretch of trees lined up neatly. Socked by scattered weeds. Not far from that place, crossed the river with very clear water. Sunlight sprinkled up from the inside radiated the luster of light of various colors. Prism. So beautiful!

But, the river that almost took the life of Pancalita.

Then the Rasamala plant line was blown by the wind. Waving like a dwarf's hand. Amount multi-layered. Race high between one plant and another. And weeds are scattered, affirming the naturalness of nature, far from the touch of the hand of the ignorant man.

The wilderness flanked the valley, becoming a dwelling place for demons and curious dead creatures. Inhabit the place and become a ghost waiting for the forest area to become sacred.

While on the branch of the tree that molt, the forest birds are chasing in no direction. Call for food for dinner. Then make love to his countrymen.then his men will wait, watch, until morning comes again.

“Is this young man holding Dende Pancalita?”

A man with a heavy voice broke the silence. The body is muscular covered in sweat, exposed to the sun to shiny.

His hand gripped the arm of a young man tightly. It resembles an eagle's fingers catching a paddy snake. But the young man he was holding looked calm. The look on his face did not hold any fear even though dozens of soldiers were staring at him fiercely.

The tall, muscular, tough man was Commander Krame Dese Lolo: Munire.

Meanwhile, the handsome young man she was holding was Artha Prana.

“I brought Dende Pancalita, her lunch,” said Artha Prana calmly. In his hand he held a hutch (a bag of woven bamboo) containing boiled yam.

“He's innocent uncle,” said Pancalita softly.

There was a sense of pain surging silently in his heart. Seeing Artha Prana being gripped roughly by her hulubalang. But Artha Prana's calm hue soon doused her worries. There was no way she would have to scream for Artha Prana to be released immediately. It should still look graceful, calm, and authoritative.

Meanwhile, dozens of pairs of eyes peered suspiciously and vigilantly behind the dense trees. Watching the drama of the lives of human children below them.

Then it smoothly jumped from one branch to another, like it was about to start an attack.

Dear guts, not as big as the action of the skipping. Because then, the herd of forest monkeys scattered away as soon as a soldier wagged his spear.

“The young man and his uncle have looked after me very well,” Pancalita added.

Pancalita's words did not just make Munire release the grip of Artha Prana's arm. Instead, the village Krame commander tightened his hand squeezing the arm of Atha Prana.

He did not disobey the orders of the village chief. But the young man looked haughty and did not bow in the presence of the honorable village soldiers.

Blood boils.

If only, Pancalita did not tell me the young man had protected her, then Munire also wanted to slam the young man to the ground.

“Why has uncle not released him?” Pancalita catches the displeased gelagat Munire on Artha Prana.

“Alright,” reply Munire with heavy tone.

He released Artha Prana. Even though his heart was entrenched in rusty cob. Pancalita noticed the displeased gelagat of the village commander Krame on the person who had pinned it.

He stepped closer to both. Then stand between Munire and Artha Prana. The beautiful woman took a breath and smiled, dousing the coals of tension of the two mighty men.

His gaze was then fixed on the small hut in front of him. The hut that had protected him for a few days and gave him an unforgettable experience.

“This hut takes very good care of me. From the horror and mystery of the night in the middle of the wilderness. From the wolf who howled hunger. I will never forget him, how is uncle?” said Pancalita, glancing at Munire.

The village's Krame Commander gasped. He nodded and immediately shook his mind who wanted to******* the haughty young man.

“True Dende. If you want, we'll open the road from the village to this hut. That way, at any time Dende Pancalita can visit it,” said Munire.

“Tak well without asking permission on who has land, uncle,” said Pancalita, now the glance turns to Artha Prana.

“T will no one reject Dende. This region to the extent of that fog, was the territory of Lolo Village. You just need to say yes and we are Krame Village soldiers with residents will open the way to this place,” Munire then turn his face to Artha Prana. “I don't think he'll refuse either, won't he?”

“Are you deaf?” the voice of Munire is rising. The feeling of regret became so that seeing Artha Prana did not rub it at all. Then in a loud voice, exclaimed “The village leader asked for proof of your loyalty to the village of Lolo. This rickety little hut will be used as a Dende Pancalita guesthouse and we will not disturb the hut under the cliff,”

Artha Prana did not answer. He turned his face with a sharp eye towards Munire. That look was enough to make Munire's blood boil again.

“Close your eyes when you look at me. Or at this time I also break your bones like dry twigs that have been weathered eaten by termites,” cried Munire.

“It's not me who has this shack, you don't have to threaten me like that sir. I am just a young man who came from a distant village to find work. Coincidentally my uncle Puq Amet stayed here and I stayed for a while, until it came better fate called me,” replied Artha Prana.

“Call your uncle here!” munire's orders were still with a high thunderous voice.

“Already uncle. I don't think I'm interested in having this old shack. It is not good to also impose the will,” said Pancalita, dampening Munire's anger.

At that tense moment, a figure of an old man's head appeared behind a cliff. His face was carrying an incredible panic. His steps were stuck up the stairs.

The grandfather, wailing around let's see dozens of soldiers suddenly have filled his hidden hut.

The hoe on his shoulder he threw in one corner of the field. Then with a bow of respect and a panicked face, saluted the respect of the village soldiers who had come uninvited.

“Their uncle understands the manners of young people better. You should have learned a lot from him so that your life is not in vain,” said Munire, while staring at Puq Amet who continued to bow respectfully.

“Don't till you look like an animal in the wilderness. Do not know how to behave to the king, finally die so eat the lion,” he added.

A moment later Puq Amet had kneeled before Pancalita and Munire. Set the salute of the people to the king. “Okay, my lord. Really, I did not expect today to have a special guest from the village. Sorry if our welcome, less pleasing. Give me and my nephew a chance, prepare a glass of water and boiled cassava from our fields sir,”  

“Oh, it's okay. Rise up, I am grateful to you, because all this time have been taking good care of Dende Pancalita,” said Munire in a voice full of authority.

Puq Amet slowly rose from his knees after being ordered by Munire. But his body still bowed respectfully, to the village officials in front of him.

“I also want to thank you, Puq Amet and your nephew Artha Prana have been taking very good care of me,” said Pancalita.

“Artha Prana?” Munire's surprised. He was no stranger to that name. Likewise, Inaq Bangkol, and other soldiers.

“Iya, uncle. This young man named Artha Prana, I had expected you would definitely be surprised. I also experienced the same thing as you when I first found out his name,”, said Pancalita to smile. 

Munire just nodded. He silently watched the young man's face. But Munire this time chose to keep her feelings stolen. Even though his instinct as a soldier caught something unusual from the young man in front of him.

“Puq Amet, I will leave this hut soon. Thanks again for your kindness to me. But before leaving, as a form of thank you, you may ask me one request. I will try to fulfill it,” said Pancalita.

“Please forgive Dende, we sincerely help you, without expecting anything in return. Our duty is also as a commoner to keep the leader when in trouble,” said Puq Amet, rejecting subtle.

“Forget about rewards. Let's just say, I'm overcoming the difficulties of my people who are far from the reach of village services. Well our mumpung is now here, say, what can we help, as the village leader?” insist Pancalita again.

“What's up?” said Puq Amet with a confused face.

“Tell me Puq Amet. You want what, buffalo, rice, treasure? Or do you want your hut fixed? Mana knows one day Dende Pancalita wants to stop here again. Of course if this hut is better, we can also calmly see Dede Pancalita goods last night two nights, stay again here,” said Munire, while stroking Puq Amet's shoulder.

“Among thousands of mercy Dende Pancalita and Mr. Munire. Verily the servant is calmer to see this hut as it is. We know the village fringe people. Not used to luxury. As for the offer of property, the goats that we already have are starting to not be taken care of because quite a lot. So, you could say what we have now is more than enough,”

Pancalita and Munire exchanged looks. Then smiled at the innocent reply from Puq Amet.

“But if you can ask, maybe in the center of the village there are still jobs that require the energy of young people. Maybe so a broomsticker or gardener, if being a soldier may be too high demand and do not know yourself,” said Puq Amet blushed embarrassed.

“You mean?” ask Munire.

“Anu, sir. Pardon, but if it should not be okay,” said Puq Amet nervous not to be upset to see the hue of the commander Krame Dese's face changed.

“It's okay uncle, just say it clearly,” this time Pancalita connecting the question.

“Anu, Dende. This Artha Prana came from a distant village. He is the son of my brother. The goal here is to find a job, if there is a better job than herding goats, maybe in the center of the village government the power is reliable, I mean my lord,” said Puq Amet.

Munire's face turned red. He was not happy with Puq Amet's request. But to express rejection, before Pancalita asked for his opinion is a lass of a hulubalang that is difficult to forgive.

“Alright, your request I fulfill,” Pancalita said outside Munire's expectations.

Munire's heart pumps blood quickly. His head was hot, imagining that the man did not know anything and that manners would now be in the circle of the village.

“Thank you Dende, thank you. Artha Prana is a little problematic in manners, understand the village, but she is hardworking. I guarantee he is reliable,” Puq Amet said as he bowed respectfully to Pancalita.

Meanwhile, deep within the heart of Pancalita, it infiltrated the indescribable sense of the word. “Oh give me the most intoxicating cup of wine on earth, let me take a sip with him,” his reflection in the deepest recesses of his heart.