Chapter 5. Ask For Help

Yet he doesn't feel the slightest bit though hurt. Not at all.

After his body and head smashed into the wall of the cave, Jakawulung seemed sane, he was even ashamed of the milky corpse, because he had the nerve to kick up the Reksa's corpse just as he had the strength to do it.

And he also realized that just to touch it, he could never let it kick in.

Even he had known the consequences of that brazen act.

"By the way, rather than me destroying these walls and stones won't I rather destroy the rock that covers the cave's mouth? Well, I'll try to break the stone," Jakawulung says. Hurry away to the mouth of the cave.

And it wasn't long before Jakawulung was standing in front of the big rock, not wanting to waste any time, so he immediately set about smashing it.

"Hiyyaaatt ...! Hiyyaaatt..." Yell Jakawulung struck the boulder.

The original rock that had been sealed up for days now he could destroy it with just one blow.

Duuuuaaarrrrr....

The rock crumbled and strewn on the floor and walls of the cave.

"I did it ... Huahahahaha ..." shouted Jakawulung of joy. The once dreary interior room of the cave now brightened up.

Jakawulung sets out to walk, and then he steps out with excitement. But out of the blue, it was so unexpected that he had made it to the mouth of the cave suddenly his feet stopped, and unable to continue his pace.

"Oh, woe! It turned out that the door had been fenced off by the force, wondering who had set it up?" Jakawulung wondered.

"Has the Reksa herself put up a hedge? Or maybe some other force did it?" continues Jakawulung.

He knew that the invisible fence was not easy to break into as long as he did not get permission from the person who had installed it.

Very disappointed the player came back to his sad fate.

'Oh, God! Send out the one who can open this magic door, and let me not perish in vain,' clap Jakawulung of his prayer.

That's how Jakawulung invades Cave Arga Pura for a long time, he was able to survive on the power he had gained from Reksa Jagat corpse.

Meanwhile, after the death of Reksa Biswara lived out his days by gardening and hunting. He worked hard at growing vegetables and crops in her garden, so that when the harvest was ripe she would take just enough and then sell enough to buy more rice and other items.

Biswara is a grandson of Reksa, he was helped by Reksa one as his home was rented by thieves many years ago, at the time he was only seven years old.

And his parents had been killed by the robbers for resisting, while he was tied up and locked up in the room.

There wasn't enough to get there, and then the robbers set the house on fire, before leaving and letting the bodies of the two victims burn to the ground.

And, fortunately, Biswara survived being helped by Reksa even though it was too late because his body had been burned, and the burn was serious enough because he had burned his entire body, even his face had burned.

Then by Reksa of Biswara's body was taken to where he lived, under the foot of the mountain Arga Pura.

It took quite a while for Reksa to heal a burning wound suffered by Biswara, and when his wound had healed his face too had suffered damage resulting in his being unrecognizable.

On that day, in the early morning, Biswara had woken from his sleep, for today he was about to harvest the crops in his garden, so when he finished washing his face he cooked the water to make only fresh drinks.

Biswara who lives alone was now in his twenties, who has a handicap because of the fire feels inadequate to meet people, so he spends his days working in the fields, and only occasionally meets Sumitro to sell off his farm.

After he had finished drinking and boiled yam, he hurried to his work garden, and it was only a short distance from him that after walking for a while he finally reached his garden.

"Wow, with many of these vegetables, I have to pick them up quickly so they don't oversleep on the way to grandpa Sumitra's house," he says as he starts picking vegetables and various beans.

After a while, the business finally finished plucking the crop. And after all, had been put in the basket he carried it straight up and was taken to Sumitra's house for sale.

Fearing it was too late, Biswara took his harvest with a little running. And when I got to sumitro, he shocked Sumitro's house was a bit surprised to see that his home had kept the door closed.

"Grandfather Sumitro ... This is Biswara ... " the word is calling.

After repeated calls but still no answer.

"Ah, where's grandpa Sumitro? Do you think he left? Let me call by the side of the house, see if he's still at the back," said Biswara as he stepped up to the side of the house.

"Grandfather Sumitro ... This is Biswara ..."

"Yes, Son. Wait! Uhuk ... Uhuk ...." Sumitro whispered back with a cough.

Krieeek ... Krek ...

There was a sound at the door and it looked like Sumitro wasn't feeling well.

"Come in here!"

Biswara enters to follow the old man.

"Sorry, Son. Today I can't go to the marketplace... My wife and I got sick yesterday from the rain when we left the market."

"Oh, yeah, It's okay."

"You have some vegetables?" asked Sumitro.

"Yes, as always, one basket."

"Why don't you take them to the market straight away? Next time you don't have the guts to sell, you leave it to name Tlenik, and you know the vegetable merchant next to grandpa."

"Yes, I'll take you to the market myself, so that Grandma and Grandpa can get some rest."

"Yes, son. Thank you. I'm sorry?

"Never mind. I'll pass then."

"Son of a fair boy be careful... At the market there's a lot of bad people, you'll come home when you finish." Sumitro ordered.

"Well, at least I can take care of myself," said Biswara as he made his way to the market.

Soon after Biswara left his Sumitro returned to see his equally ill wife and lay down in his room.

"I feel sorry for the child, I know that he is feeling a lack of confidence in meeting other people," Sumitro told his wife's Jamban.

"Yes, just yesterday when he came here and there was rengganis he immediately bowed his head and rushed home, he seemed ashamed of his disability."

"It's natural to be a young person, but let's hope that he is introduced to a nice girl who could be his life partner," said Jamban to be concerned about Biswara.

Meanwhile, the ill-confident Biswara of his condition is seen draped over his face with a veil.