Sign of the Zodiac: Aries
[Sign 1: Aries] Recovery

“What happened?” ask Anaru with a raucous voice.

“You almost died killed Kaharap,” said Airyung who then gave Anaru a glass of water.

Anaru tried to get up from where he was lying, but his body was so limp. Airyung finally helped Anaru to get up and drink water in the glass he carried.

“How long have I fainted?” asked Anaru curiously, his body limp lost energy like it had not received nutrition for a long time.

“Seven days. Lucky we met a healer. He did everything he could to save you. The wound on your head is quite severe.”

Her head has been in pain since. Seven days of lying down made Anaru's entire body feel stiff.

“Where are we?” then Anaru asked.

Before Airyun could answer, from the bamboo bale-bale door appeared an old man followed by his umanya. Anaru immediately recognized the old man as the lute who healed Anaru the other day while in prison.

“Takuta?” ask Anaru confused.

“But just a few days ago I took care of you. Now you've made a new wound in your body. You are indeed a passionate child,” comment the ambassador replied to the surprise of Anaru.

Anaru was about to protest because the amulet called him full of vigor. This misfortune that had befallen him in succession was not something he could control. These problems come on their own without being asked. But Anaru paused his intention to protest. Perhaps in the eyes of the castle, Anaru did look like a young boy who liked to fight. Not bad effect actually.

“Anaru... My son,” lamented generally as soon as he saw Anaru siuman. The mother sat down beside the bed, crying. Anaru patted gently on the back of her common hand which was gripping on Anaru's arm.

“Let me see the condition of your body,” said the blind then approached the other side of the bed while carrying a strange powder of smoky spices.

Airyung took a step back to make room for the takuta. The old man then raised his hand towards Anaru's face while closing his eyes. After muttering for a few moments, it touched the tip of Anaru's head and paused between his two eyebrows.

“Your condition is much better, son. It's even better than before you got hurt. There is one key of your soul that opens,” said the.

Anaru did not really understand the words of the lute, so he chose to take it slowly to respond. The lute finally left after leaving some medicinal herbs to be taken by Anaru after eating. Airyung and umanya help Anaru to do small things such as eating and changing clothes. Umanya then went out to bring her dirty clothes. While Airyung stayed there to help Anaru eat.

“Why can we be at home?” ask anaru.

Without needing to explain, Anaru already knew that this house must be the residence of the takuta. The aroma of herbs out loud in that place, then on the walls of woven bamboo, various dried leaves and sprays hang according to their respective types. Not everyone has such a collection of plants in their home. Only the ascetic and living cities were able to lay aside for a long time that might be able to find such herbs and sprouts in the midst of the dead.

“That million found us wandering in the dead forest. We're taking the seriously injured to the nearest village. But even the closest village was five days' drive from that place. Lucky morning after you passed out, the lute was doing nothing in the dead woods. He brought us here,” Airyung explained while feeding Anaru with mashed grain porridge.

“How about Hoping?” ask Anaru who remembered the incident that night.

“I beat him up and left them in the dead forest. May they be preyed upon by choru,” Airyung's curse seriously.

“Are we safe enough to be here? Uluwero could have come at any time.”

Airyung shakes briefly. “Entahlah. Until now no one has come here. Just pray they don't think of looking until here.”

Anaru's condition is gradually improving. After eating and trying to move his body for a moment, Anaru was finally able to get up from his bed. Although the pain in his head still feels disturbing, but his energy has recovered quite well.

“Where's matu, uma?” ask Anaru when she was making her bed.

They did not answer directly. He just took a deep breath and looked more and more moody. Anaru thought his eyes might be sitting in front of the bale talking to the old castle. Their ages are almost the same. And her eyes really like socializing. Therefore, to drive away the loneliness, his death must have spent a lot of time talking to the old castle.

“Your heart is lying sick, Anaru,” said umanya lirih.

Anaru looked surprised. Her mother had been sick since before this happened. But Anaru did not think he would relapse at this time. Anaru hastily asked his umanya to bring him to see her eyes. Umya according. After finishing making the bed, generally take Anaru out of the room and towards the room next to his room.

It turned out that bale-bale was very spacious. Anaru found out after he came out of his room. The middle chamber of the bale was very wide circular in shape. There was a set of wooden chairs in the middle of the room, with a large round table. On the woven bamboo wall that encircled the room, there were no less than five doors lined with curtains made of sheepskin. Anaru entered another door next to the room where he was being treated.

 In that room, Anaru saw his eyes lying helplessly. Anaru tried to get closer, and the face of his eyes was paler than before. The matu was closed either because of sleep or unconsciousness.

“Matu..” whispered Anaru half moaning.

“By the time you get here, your eye condition has decreased. Then the next morning, when you saw your wound so severe, matu immediately unconscious until now,” obviously umanya sad.

Anaru got closer to the side of the bed and then clasped his cold dead hand. Anaru had never been so attentive to her family before. When his death began to be sickly first, Anaru was forced to replace the work of being a shepherd. During this time he was always dissatisfied with the condition of his family as a shepherd, and the arena's relationship with his death deteriorated.

Anaru always aspires to become uluwero and discards his identity as a shepherd. That was what finally brought his family to this point. All his sheep are gone, he and his entire family are fugitives. Now, his death lay unconscious for seven days.

Tears began to bathe the eyes of Anaru. Even if he regretted it now, it was useless. Anaru could only feel angry at himself because after all his struggles, it was precisely this kind of calamity that he had obtained. So why is he fighting? There was nothing left of him at this moment. His hopes, beliefs, even ambitions had faded. He no longer wants anything. He is nobody. 

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