Api di Bukit Menoreh Book 01 - Chapter 38

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Ki Tanu Metir sat slowly beside Untara. He nodded smallly ,when he heard Untara murmuring as well, "Poor Sedayu."

"But doesn't Angger want it?" The old man asked.

"I just want Sedayu to leave this house and at the same time I also want Uncle Widura to protect him, besides for the safety of Widura's uncle's own army. Uncle Widura also knows that boy, "replied Untara.

Ki Tanu metir nodded his head again. He knew now that Untara did not really mean the threat.

"That kid is really outrageous" said Untara too. "I just scare him, so he wants to leave. Fear can only be defeated with greater fear. And I've managed to get rid of him. Hopefully he will be safe. "Untara paused, then he continued with difficulty," Isn't it better that Ki Tanu Metir get rid of me too before Alap-Alap Jalatunda comes here? "

"Not Angger, no," said the old man quickly. "Angger needs my care here."

"But," replied Untara, "if it is endangering Ki Tanu? If they come here, and they meet me here, then not only will I be killed, but Ki Tanu will be killed to. "

"Don't think about that" said Ki Tanu Metir. "Angger's wound is rather severe, I'm trying to treat it."

For a moment the two fell silent. When Untara heard the horses clattering on the yard, he almost shouted to call his brother back, but soon he used his rational mind to fight his feelings. "If Alap-Alap Jalatunda doesn't come here, and Sedayu encounters a demise on his journey, I'm responsible for it," he said to himself.

And Untara realized, if this happened then this event would surely distrub him for lifetime. He would lose his younger brother and at the same time he would not succeed in saving Widura and his solidier. But if Alap-alap Jalatunda really came to the house, he will be thankful, even though his own life would definitely end. But he had succeeded for the last time to save his brother.

But there even worse a  possibility , Alap-Alap Jalatunda meet his brother, and his brother was killed after he will showed his hidding place, then Alap-Alap will came to kill him.

"I alredy tried " thought Untara. Everything will be possible. Untara took a deep breath. With full confidence in God's power, Untara managed to calm himself down. In fact, he prayed that the best possible thing that will happened. Agung Sedayu survived until he arrived at Sangkal Putung and Alap-Alap Jalatunda did not come to here.

But Untara was shocked when he heard loud curse at the corner of the road. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ki Tanu Metir standing nervously.

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