JAGRAK

PART-07 Bambang Wisanggeni

Just like his promise to Saka, Ki Sudarsana immediately went to the hospital to visit Fareda. Wisanggeni's face looked happy when he saw Ki Sudarsana, who was like a brother, come. The two of them are very familiar. After talking with Wisanggeni for some time, Ki Sudarsana specifically checked the condition of Fareda. Ki Sudarsana placed his right palm on Fareda's forehead and closed his eyes. She was still lying stiff like a living corpse. After a while, Ki Sudarsana opened his eyes and looked shocked. He immediately led Wisanggeni out of the room where she was being treated. Ki Sudarsana invited Wisanggeni to sit somewhere.

As time went on, Ki Sudarsana just sat quietly and didn't say a word. Wisanggeni seemed to understand the confusion of the man in front of him. He didn't want to interrupt, all he did was wait patiently and prepare himself because he was so sure what he was about to hear was not a good thing. Wisanggeni was so sure because he could read Ki Sudarsana's shocked face when he opened his eyes after examining his nephew. Plus, he was immediately dragged out of the room. There must be something urgent until Ki Sudarsana took him out of the Fareda room.

The time, almost fifteen minutes. His passed, Wisanggeni started to get impatient, his face looked irritated but his lips were still tightly closed, he was still waiting. Ki Sudarsana, who realized that Wisanggeni was getting angry, finally said, "she has been made as a Jagrak."

His words were soft, almost whispering, but they were like lightning that struck Wisanggeni's ears. His face turned pale, he was more shocked than the man in front of him. His body was shaking with anger. His hands clenched into fists, his teeth chattered. Cold sweat began to pour down the size of a corn kernel, soaking his entire body. Ki Sudarsana grabbed Wisanggeni's shoulder and said, "Calm down! Save your anger! Because it won't help.”

Now Wisanggeni understands why Ki Sudarsana took so long to explain this. Because he also needs time to calm himself. “A person who has the heart to make others, Jagrak is the most savage person. He must be a really dark person!” said Wisanggeni angrily. Wisnaggini's fists clenched tighter, it was clear that anger was taking over him.

All the anger in the universe merged with him. Unexpectedly, by Ki Sudarsana, Wisanggeni ran to leave the place. He ran like the wind and was out of sight. Wisanggeni ran towards the district C area, towards the Prohibition Forest. Wisanggeni ran towards the Mahogany Tree where his nephew was found lying.

With all the strength that was within him, he hit the Mahogany Tree with his right palm. A mahogany tree was burned. Not satisfied with that, with both hands he pulled the tree and smashed it. He slammed in all directions, venting all his anger. He really wreaks havoc in the forest. While Ki Sudarsana watched from an unseen place. His face looked very worried at seeing what was happening. His eyes also radiated horror mixed with deep sorrow.

Apparently, Ki Sudarsana also felt what Wisanggeni was feeling. Ki Sudarsana was eager to approach and calm Wisanggeni. But he waited for the right time, because otherwise he would become a victim of Wisanggeni's wrath.

Wisanggeni is not a random person. Ki Sudarsana might die if he interrupts him at this time. Wisanggeni is a descendant of a highly respected person in his day. A sparring warrior who often turned the Dutch army upside down. He is a person who was born on a wedding---day of birth--- that has a character like fire and poison. That is why he was given the name Bambang Wisanggeni. Although his strength is not like Arjuna's son, he can be very dangerous when angry.

Wisanggeni was still raging, he tore apart whatever was in front of him. Without realizing it, he was getting deeper and deeper into the darkness of the Forbidden Forest. Until finally, his feet almost stepped on a completely forbidden area. The blackest and darkest areas. The area where, if any human race entered, it would never be able to return. Wisanggeni's feet took one more step past the guardrail. Such a thin fence, thinner than a hair that had been split into seven. The door is also open, ready to welcome him's presence.

TO BE CONTINUE