Api di Bukit Menoreh Book 01 – Chapter 35

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Agung Sedayu  mouth feels like frozen. The trip to Sangkal Putung is really unpleasant. He fell regret why he instead came along with his brother. If he was at home, then it would be better.

Ki Tanu saw Agung Sedayu with confusion. He said hesitantly "Actually I do not know why angger should go to Sangkal Putung. But I don't understand someting . If the trip to Sangkal Putung is important, why do Angger Sedayu must object? And what's the objection if  angger meet with Alap-alap Jalatunda? "

Agung Sedayu really got confused. Even Utara do not know, how to answer Ki Tanu Metir's question. So a moment later the atmosphere became awkward. Which solved later by Ki Tanu's voice "doesn't angger Sedayu together with angger Untara able to face  Alap-alap Jalatunda along with companion at once? even his tree freinds was killed?"

"Angger Sedayu, in that gang there was no one who can surpassed pande besi in matrial art. Therefore you do not be afraid toward Alap-alap Jalatunda ".

Untara was still lean back against a pile of pillows. His eyes are sometimes open, but occasionally closed. In the darkness of his mind Untara really got perplexed. He hardly knows what to do. With the remaining remnants of his consciousness, Utara made  some calculations.

Finally he came to the conclusion that Agung Sedayu was safer journey to Sangkal Putung instead of stay in Pakuwon hamlet. It is also because his sense of responsibility towards Widura, then he said slowly but with firm tone "Agung Sedayu, leave this place before the Alap-alap Jalatunda come to take our lives. Go to Sangkal Putung and meet Uncle Widura ".

Agung Sedayu's heart was beating faster. With a trembling voice he tried to argue that instruction "what if I meet them, is not my departure became worthless?"

"No, you will not meet them. I'm certain" answered Untara " take the west road".

"What about with Randu Alas junction?" Sedayu became more anxious.

"Bullshit with that one eye genderuwo story" Untara almost snapped "Go".

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NOTE:
 1. Gendruwo: Genderuwa (from the Java language: 'Genderuwo') is a Javanese myth about a type of the jinn or spirit that can manifest into human-like apes, big and stout with reddish black color, his body covered with thick hair.






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