Only he is still frequently visit. Sometimes once a week, sometimes once a month, more often than once a month. At first I was not so concerned with what he was doing, but as time goes by, I became concerned. Maybe this is because consciousness. I now live alone. I left the village of my birth to live alone. Actually I do not want to be alone, they are forced. They blaspheme my mom and dad. In fact, nearly killed him I guess. Still I remember when it sticks rusty machete sharp din my neck. He said "you are going or you're a family out." They thought I was the cause of unrest in the village, but I myself do not remember what I appeared unrest. I can remember only Gondo, children pack hamlet chief who is also the richest man spat in the village offerings that I put it in the eyes of the water behind our house. I'm angry, I hit his head with my fist hard because accustomed to splitting wood, and he fell, then got up and ran with vengeful eyes.
A week after the incident, my house often visited by the things that are not pleasant. One night all of a sudden a rock for two fists and falls through fragile roof berdegum front of my mother who was eating, the mother was shocked and cried all night. Then there is a sprinkling of salt in front of the door and a strange lump of soil wrapped in white cloth, then chicken's father's death with his mouth foaming. Until the peak disuatu night there were about a hundred people I do not know who they are, they certainly are not lout here. Hundreds of people were screaming like a warrior who would destroy his opponent. We were terrified, mothers face was pale and furious father holding anger.
"Let me out of my father" I pleaded. And those eyes, eyes that light will never forget as saying that he wanted to accompany me out to face the stranger, but he also was unable to leave the woman he loved sitting limp with pale faces. And he's just mengannggukan his head, and I know his heart he said "be careful son, Gusti with you"
And I came out went out without bringing anything to protect themselves. Scared, yes I was very scared at the time, but I was more afraid when I have to see people who like myself forget my mother's father was destroyed.
"What do you want?" I asked
"Ye are unclean, unclean, make the name of the village to be destroyed" said a man faced Sengkuni.
"Yes, you pagan worshipers of trees!"
"What a bitch! Idol worshipers, Gusti not need you to give flowers, damn!
"I do not worship the tree! I worship Gusti "I said
"Ah ... hell, you just have to go from this village!"
"This my house, I was born here, please do not make me go"
"Ah .. not a lot of the way, go! Or we burn the house and its inhabitants! "
I was frantic, scared, angry and confused. I thought of my father and mother in a house on fire and die. I do not want that to happen. And people started pushing, and some even started to throw the torch to my home page.
"Yes .. yes .. yes ... I went"
Then people were immediately pulled my hand and pushed me until I fell, and I kept falling until I finally fell at the village boundary with the dreaded haunted forest dusun.aku residents fell and did not wake up again. All is quiet. Until finally woke cold rain water.
I now own, and they said Juka me back then my father and mother will be lost. I'm sad, dad said only the right to remove human Gusti, but this time the humans who do not recognize it threatens I will remove both of my parents.
Dried my tears now when remembering that night, I was unable to laugh. I can only smile when he came to my house. I once asked why he never married? At first she cried, but did not answer a word, and finally he never said anything and I never asked anything. We met, we are only talking about three-colored bird beak denan white and purple natter, about a stone groove formed by a waterfall where we bathe together, about the thick leaves of the tree in the forest which feared by villagers.
He who used to be very close to me has become increasingly close. And slowly I know that the child's head village wanted him, but he did not want to end child to hate me, the village head to the root. And finally I will know that people are almost violently burn our house is the person paid the Gondo. But anyway, I've recorded in history as one of dusunku an embarrassing black stain. And over time, it was not a burden my mind, bushy tree, nodes of water and bird sounds on this forest has taught me to forgive everything. And I heard I had a 3-year-old sister, I say thank to God because God has provided a replacement to my parents who I believe is better.
And back again about him, he said he no longer wanted to go back to the village. He wants to stay in the woods with me, alienated by their hatred to join the peace he said. It should be long enough to say yes for me request to live together in dense forests and the peace nan. And I think he's been long enough to prove that we were meant to be together. And united we breed in our forests, together with our Lord said lout. And my father said that had come to introduce me to my brother who have a teenager "sorry for the people, they still think that they and My Gusti different, whether it until when they would think like that, we give it to Gustavo.
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