Virgin Tumbar
Sidiculously

The saint ran towards the crowd of several people on the edge of the forest.

As soon as he heard Ki Arya died he immediately headed here. The bodies found among the roots of the old tree will be buried directly in the forest.

He broke through the people to look at the corpse up close. The rigid curled body was covered in a worn-out rag belonging to a citizen. It seemed like it was ready to be put into the grave, there was a square hole quite wide near the corpse.

Residents have tried to straighten the body of the corpse so that it is stretched out normally, still can not, if forced to be buried in makeshift conditions.

Saints crouched down, a curiosity that made him rub the face of the corpse with a quick movement. A surprised cry from several people, along with a gaping Holy mouth that immediately smothered itself.

The appearance of the corpse made the contents of the stomach wavy, the entire skin of his face was eaten by thousands of small caterpillars. The eyeball almost came out of the cavity, filled with animals that were struggling to eat their flesh.

Suci held on for the sake of convincing himself, but he saw something else that made his forehead wrinkle.

“A-Is this really K-Ki Arya?” Weak and trembling Holy voice asked the person beside him.

“Iya, this is Ki Arya. Clay, tuh, black-black shirt, long hair.” The man revealed the body parts of the corpse.

Some others also mention the characteristics of the man who lives estranged. Since getting to know the doctor and mantri citizen began rarely ‘med’ to him. Even lately, he had become a frightening figure.

The happy tone of some people came out, because after this they will feel safe_the girls who wander off can go home without worrying again.

The saint again observed the stiff body in front of him. His face paled, he stood up and then stepped back. His face, which had been hopeful, stiffened again.

The woman dressed in shabbiness then ran again towards Nilam's house.

“Ni, Patchouli!”

Arriving at the porch he immediately entered, because the door of the house was wide open.

Step Mak who was preparing to pick vegetables in the garden stopped.

“What's up, Holy Boy?” Mak Lumpit noticed the Holy state that looked dirty. “Where to stay now? Why did it come to this?”

The body, hair, clothes and smell of the young woman described that since a few days not bathing also changed clothes.

“Mak .. Which Patch, Mak?” holy Tanya was nervous.

“Oh, Nilam Sama Hwa was again in Supri, looking for his friend who still did not meet.”

Mak kept the basket on the bench, offering Suci to wait at home, clean himself and he would take Nilam's clothes for him to change. Mak said, going to the garden because the vegetables at home stay once more cooking.

Sacred refused. He interrupted Mak, talking with a face of fear. “Mak, Nilam should quickly go, he is still in danger, Mak.”

The words confused the old woman.

Haven't had time to ask, Suci has fallen down, kowtowing at the feet of Mak Lumpit. Apologies to the woman who once loved her.

He told me all about Ki Arya, the relationship with him, and what happened to Nilam until he came back here because of the voice command to him. Suci apologized for all the mistakes, making Mak fixated on disbelief.

Suci then quickly said the dead figure he saw was not the old man. The stiff thin body just resembles, maybe the residents think it as Ki Arya, even though the sound is still sounding roaring in the Holy ears. Marking the old man still exists.

“Ki Arya's strength is almost perfect, Mak, can appear and disappear suddenly. It is impossible to die that easily ...”

How did Nilam not tell me at all that he was in danger? Mak fell silent, his body dazed immediately holding on to the wall.

“Sorry, Mom. Pardon Saints ...”

The Saints kept crying, an unattainable request. However, he had brought the child of this tearful woman into the gates of death.

As soon as he heard the call calling his name, Saints gushed away leaving Mak Lumpit. The voice grew louder and full of anger pulled him into the forest.

***

Nilam and Hwa along with eight other residents along the jungle, they formed three separate groups. In the plan will be reunited at the halfway point, around where Nilam's friend disappeared. Repeating the search area yesterday, because that's where Hanif's jacket was found.

From morning until noon they stopped for lunch. The cuisine was created and shared for all the citizens who helped search for Hanif and Juju..

Nilam looking for a high grassless place to do Dzuhur worship. It is not far from the river side. He wudu in clear water that feels cold when touched by the skin.

As he began to wet his face, the tip of Nilam's eyes saw something moving closer. A black scaly snake swam swiftly towards him. Nilam momentarily glued.

“Ular again ..?” he muttered to himself.

The closer the animal makes Nilam reflex to pray whatever is in the mouth. Fear makes him unable to move, also fear that even a little motion can the animal jump and peck. The thought terrorized Nilam's mind making him only able to clench his hands with his eyes closed firmly.

Nilam's lips clenched tightly, hoping that after opening his eyes the beast would soon disappear.

After a moment of feeling nothing had happened, Nilam opened his eyes slowly, looking at the knee-high water.

"Hufsh." He could breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the most ridiculous animal for him was no longer there.

Without him knowing, after approaching not a meter from him, the snake slowed down, then turned around and disappeared into the water.

So as to ensure the condition around the safe girl continued berwudu to completion.

Back on top, he put on a mukena and held a prayer mat on a short, dry grass. Started doing worship with mukena giving Juju_given when they first began to get familiar and at that time Juju asked him to learn prayer.

Something ordinary he knew at that time, because he was accustomed to life in this shaman who lived the day without religious guidance. Morning to day and then night, traversed by work and world affairs alone. Even though their hearts still acknowledge God, they simply do not have the knowledge to practice it.

Extending the prayer for Juju and Hanif, Nilam had not yet moved from the spot, until Hwa came half-running over.

“Nilam, Hanif-Juju meet!” screeched at the man with a breath.

Hearing that Nilam immediately ended the prayer with hamdalah. Put the prayer mat into the bag, then run in a feeling of hope anxious. Bali mukena tops made of cotton rayon are still attached to the body when Nilam to the area indicated by Hwa.

Nilam's footsteps stopped with his eyes fixed on the crowd of fathers surrounding a young man lying on the ground. Still looks his feet alone, covered the bodies of the fathers around him.

Nilam approached while squeezing the tip of his face with a feeling of anxiety.

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