THE MYSTERY OF LOVE THE CARTWRIGHT’S
CHAPTER XXI

‘Kang Bargooo’'s.

‘What's up with Darsi’.

‘We go to the field yuk. Friends are waiting’.

‘Baiklah’.

‘After that we go to the river ya kang. Shower all over fish for mom

cook diap’.

‘Em’

Gegas Bargo followed Darsi who was walking quickly in front of him. Petite feet

very agile past the rice field as if there were a second eye at the end of that foot.

‘Dik Darsi don't hurry’.

‘Weeh, ceme. Cepetan kang ntar keburu dark’, while sticking out his tongue

mocking.

‘Waduh dik, don't do it anyway. Kakang has not been home for a long time.

Need more habituation of the road in its ripers’.

‘Although in the city there is no kang rice field?’

‘Mana there are dik. There are many factories same big house owned by Netherlands’.

Feeling interested Darsi stopped his steps. Netraya blinked jokes

teasingly.

‘Truly kang’.

Bargo wave, for a moment he was fascinated by the beautiful scenery in his eyes.

Hold your breath before answering.

‘Of course dik Darsi. Later that kang Bargo is not busy with

factory work. Will take you to kota’.

‘Heem, can. What do you work as a kang there?’

‘Tortilah dik's. So let alone the ability of your brother will fight’,

while patting his chest bragging.

‘Suit sih kang. Your body will continue to pinter silat again’.

‘Nah it’.

‘Included in the home of the Dutch yes kang?’

‘Ngak, a working brother in Suikerfabriek. In kediri’.

‘Kediri it far huh kang?’

‘Ya far away dik, two days trip from here’.

‘Ouh, but really kang later I was invited to take a walk to where you work’.

‘Janji’, extend her little finger.

Darsi also received the comment and they linked to each other, for a moment

before the nature of the jail comes out. The free right hand touches Bargo's eel

hard and then fled quickly.

‘Woooi Darsi wait dong’, he shouted while chasing.

The pursued turned his head for a moment while sticking out his tongue and then returned

take a quick step.

‘Tuh child is getting prettier but his hobby stuck out his tongue from the first not

ever lost. Kayak snake course’, Inner Bargo chuckles amusedly.

He also followed Darsi to join the others in the field

where they used to gather.

The Cartwright Mansion, a few years ago.

‘Laura......Laura’'s.

‘Bob....Bobby honey’'s.

Laura followed the call from her husband. He looks like he's wearing

the black tuxedo while waiting in silence, turned its back. Walk closer and

about to touch her husband's back, Bob moved away. Her steps are light

cotton lightest. Laura tries to reach her husband always fails. He followed from

back to the dark hallway without light and fog. As soon as

at the end of the wilderness hallway is seen. He looked left and right

hoping to catch Bobby's shadow, but can't.

‘Booob, Bobby honey. Where are you, don't leave me alone’,

his yell.

Only silence greeted. Feeling hopeless and terrified by her tears

started to flow. Crammed into despair.

‘Bob don't leave me alone. I takuut’, she whispered.

His back trembled withstanding the increasingly violent sports heard.

Slowly the shadow of Bob began to approach touching his shoulder in silence as if

tranquilize. Laura stood facing her husband holding her tightly and spilled

all tired of. Let his wife cry in his arms, his hands stretched out

stroking Laura's long hair many times. Accepting the treatment was her crying

it's also getting worse.

‘Cup...cup, stop Laura. You're not a kid anymore. Cease

cry’.

‘I'm tired Bob.I'm tired. Let me lean against you spill

everything that saddles this’.

‘Patience Laura it'll all be over. And you have to protect Jodi

our son. Our only descendants. Cartwright’.

‘I. I want to come with you. Sipped sweetness

a sweet family relationship like it used to’.

kita’.

‘Hiks...hiks’, the crying is getting louder.

‘Patience yes dear all will be beautiful when the time comes’.

Taking off the hug from husband Laura slowly wiped her tears with a broom

the hand he was carrying, with his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes, Bobby

lost in front of him.

‘Booob, Boobby. Where are you?’, call him again.

‘Laura...Laura. I'm here’, the sound is faint-suffled.

Legs are getting into the endless dark room, Laura

sharpen the ears following the sound. He doesn't care about grass scratches

as tall as the humans around him. Pain and pain when that thing

even scratching her soft skin he ignored. Until the net catches

the Dutch-style mansion in front of him.

Want to enter through the main door that is sturdy and locked, unable to.

Finally he just kept silent while again sharpening his ears looking for sound

her husband's. Silent. In desperation.

‘Laura....Laura. login’.

She's surprised.

‘Ma....pengin’, ask confused.

Slowly the sturdy and tall wooden door opened slowly. Hesitant

he walked towards the voice that kept on calling as if giving hints over

her whereabouts.

‘Blammm’.

The sound did not dampen his steps to find the source of the sound.

Looking right he saw a room with a Japanese carved wooden door.

Laura felt familiar with the room. His common sense seems to lead to

reality but his feelings are hypnotized, he unwittingly enters the room until

found a painting of an Indonesian woman wearing a crown on her head

sitting alone with a Dutch man. They look beautiful and

unpretentiousness which is a characteristic of the nobility of the past.

A second later smoke billowed out from the man's painting forming

the silhouette of a handsome noble man from the Netherlands. His height is one hundred

ninety centimeters, her hair was blonde and her face was as smooth as a doll

porcelain.

‘Bobby!’, he whispered unknowingly.

‘Nee’, answer the figure.

‘Who are you?’

‘Ik ben de overgrootvader by je man’.

‘Cannot be. Your faces are very similar’.

‘Of course, we are still blood despite the different generations’, he stressed again.

‘Lantas where Bobby my husband’.

‘He's here’, that figure patted his chest.

‘Tell him out’, says Laura.

‘Kan niet’'s. He'll show up after I'm done with my business’.

‘What do you want?’.

‘Married my great-granddaughter to a woman named Suti’.

‘Cannot. Jodi has been engaged to Marcella’, she refused firmly.

‘Ha...ha. If you want our descendants not

perish. Then marry them. This family curse will disappear when Suti

and Jodi has a son’.

‘Emm no. What do you mean by a curse?, is Cartwright?’

any more.

‘Heeem, nee, it's not from Cartwright but from you Laura’.

‘I how is it possible. What's my fault?’, he asked confusedly.

‘What does Van den berg, mean something to you?’.

‘Hey where possible. I'm Laura london, my family name is the London’s.

We are from Washington America. How can Van den berg be a line

our descendants’.

‘He.....he’, laugh again.

‘Search in this room Laura you will find the answer. All who want

you know including the death of Bobby your husband’.

‘My husband, didn't he die of a heart attack?’

‘Dom, modern humans do not know it, find your own answer Laura.

My time is up. If you still want Jodi alive then go with it

adviceku’.

Soon a puff of smoke surrounded the figure and disappeared within

a moment of bringing his shadow. Laura woke up from her sleep. He was shocked when

look around the room. His body is in front of a painting of his grandparents

great Cartwright.

‘How can I fall asleep in the family’ museum room,

She nodded slowly before leaving the room.