REPLACEMENT MEN Season 2
PAINFUL TESTIMONY

The living room was not so spacious and looked simple. The glass sideboard on the right side, full of books. Wall decorations and various displays are available, most of them are typical crafts of eastern Indonesia. Maira and captain Rian sat on a wooden chair with rattan wicker pads. The old mother, who had received them, went inside to tell the priest Andrew.

Shortly after, a middle-aged man walked out from the inner room. His slippery forehead shaded hair neatly combed side. Thick framed glasses protect a pair of sharp, yet friendly eyes. The man smiled kindly at them.

"Good day, pastor," said captain Rian, standing up.

Reverend Andreas approached, bowing. "Good day, welcome, sir ...." A moment the priest glanced at the name bed on Captain Rian's chest, then the rank mark on his shirt crate. "Em, captain Riantama," he continued, extending a hand.

Captain Rian welcomes the hand of the priest Andreas.

Then the priest turned to Maira who was now also standing next to captain Rian. "Ah, Janu's mother. Meet us again. How's things going?" asked the priest while reaching out to Maira.

"Alhamdulillah, fine, pastor. How's your own father?" Maira welcomes the priest's hand.

"Praise God, I'm always good and healthy" he replied with a smile. "Come, let's sit down!"

The three of them sat back down. Look Maira's eyes can not be separated from the priest. His seat looks uncomfortable. Several times it seemed to slide the butt.

"How is Father Janu now, ma'am?" ask the priest Andrew then.

"Alhamdulillah the more days his physical condition improved, father pastor. Only his memory had still no development. He still thinks of himself as Stone" replied Maira.

"Ohh ...." Reverend Andreas breathed heavily.

"Pastor, there's something I want to ask."

The priestess Andreas' face turned tense hearing Maira's words. The man fixed his shirt. "What yes, Mom?"

"About Bertha. Who's she?"

Uhuk!

Pastor Andreas coughed. His saliva choked in his throat as he swallowed.

"Sorry ...."

"My husband's been looking for Bertha for days. He always said that Bertha meant a lot to him. Who is he, Pastor?" maira asked back, with a trembling voice. His eyes began to glaze over.

Reverend Andreas did not immediately answer. He dropped his gaze down, avoiding Maira's gaze. While captain Rian was wary of watching Maira.

"Priest Father, please answer me!" pinta Maira again. "The father who first discovered Mas Janu. You know who Bertha is?"

After sighing, the priest Andreas stood up. "Bu Janu, captain Riantama, come with me" he said.

Captain Rian and Maira rise. Then the two followed pastor Andreas out of the house. Arriving at the courtyard, the middle-aged man turned towards the open side fence. The fence separates the pastor's house from the church building next door.

Arriving at the church area, the pastor took them to the yard next to the house of worship. Like the pastor's yard, the outside of the church also looks clean and cool. Several fir trees stood there, as well as one or two mango and rambutan trees.

Arriving in the courtyard beside the church, pastor Andrew stopped. Maira and captain Rian followed. Then the priest's index finger pointed towards the mango tree that grew shady. Under the tree was a long chair, where a girl was seen sitting while embroidery awaited by the old woman who had welcomed them.

"Mom Janu, you see that girl sitting there?"

Maira. His eyes were fixed on the scene ahead. The girl had thick curly hair and was jet-skinned. He looked serious with his embroidery pen.

"Let's go there!" bring Reverend.

The three of them then walked towards the old girl and girl. Maira's heart pounded even more, as their footsteps drew closer. Look Maira's eyes can not be separated from the jet-skinned girl. Nothing special. She's a normal girl. If there are other looks, it is because the physical characteristics of the girl are different from them. It was clear that the girl was from eastern Indonesia.

"Mom Harni" said the priest to the old woman next to the girl.

"Oh, Father Pastor." The old woman named Harni stood up and bowed to them.

While the girl was still engrossed in playing her embroidery pen among the colorful wool threads.

Pastor Andreas smiled. He sat down next to the girl and patted her on the shoulder. Instantly the girl was stunned, raising her face looking at the priest.

"Good day Bertha," said the priest, moving his hands, making sign language.

"Aghb ... Ugh ..aah!" Bertha answered the priest. His hands also made sign language.

"Bertha, I want to introduce you to our guest." The priest then swung his hand, pointing at Maira and captain Rian.

"Agh ... Aaagh ... Ugh ..ugh!" Bertha got up and slightly bowed. Then the girl stretched out her hand.

For a moment all was silent, not moving or speaking. Maira and captain Rian were both immersed in his shock.

"Oh, hello, Bertha." Captain Rian then, while welcoming Bertha's hand. "I'm Riantama."

Then Bertha turned to Maira. His clear eyes looked at Maira full of innocence. A smile was etched on his thick lips. Then the girl reached out her hand.

Maira did not immediately welcome. He stared fixedly at Bertha, from head to toe. That girl is a normal girl. Yet he had a pair of dazzling clear eyes. Those eyes were able to make Maira tremble her heart.

Then Maira's vision stopped in the area of Bertha's stomach that looks a little protruding, disproportionate to her body that is not fat. Maira's momentarily choked. It was hard to swallow.

"Awg ... Aargh ..ugh!"

Bertha's chatter resuscitated Maira. The woman then received Bertha's hand, saying her name slowly. "Maira."

For a moment the atmosphere became awkward, until the priest broke it.

"OK, Bertha, Miss Harni, please continue learning to embroider it. We say yes first," he said. Then he gestured for Maira and captain Rian, to follow leaving the place.

"Boddess!" maira exclaimed, when they were already a few steps away from Bertha and Bu Harni. "Please tell me what my husband has to do with Bertha!"

Pastor Andreas stopped the move. Then he turned to Maira. "Let's go back to my house first, Ms. Janu!" take it back while stepping.

This time they sat on the porch of the house of the priest Andrew. The cool atmosphere will make anyone who sits there comfortable, but not for Maira. Wads of questions and anxiety wrap the mind tightly, so that the body can not feel the comfortable atmosphere around it.

"Prime ...!" hibanya once again.

The priest raised his hand, making a gesture for Maira to stop speaking. Then the middle-aged man took a deep breath.

"Bertha," he said later. "The girl is kara. He comes from one of the tribes in the interior of Papua. She's mute. But he is very good at exploring nature. Almost every inch of land in the forest of Papua he poult." The priest's eyes glared far away.

"A few months ago Bertha found a wounded and dying man in the jungles of Papua. Then he took her into the cave and took care of the man until he was healed. And it turns out the guy had amnesia, absolutely no memory of who he was."

Mas Janu, whispered Maira in heart. The woman's heart is getting harder. His hands were trembling holding the arm of the chair.

"For months he lived in goa and just hung out with Bertha. Every day Bertha came to the cave and waited all day. No one else, just the two of them, in that person's situation is amnesiac." The priest took a long breath.

"Is that man my husband, the pastor?" maira asked with a trembling voice.

He harbors a small hope, that the pastor will answer no. But the priest Andreas nodded his head, making the hope vanish immediately from the wound.

"Is ... Is Bertha pregnant now?" ask Maira again.

The priest did not immediately reply, he lowered his head. While captain Rian was increasingly wary of watching Maira.

"My answer, pastor!" maira parau.

Slowly the priest Andreas nodded.

"A-is that a-boy s-husband s-my?"

Once again the priest nodded.

"Ohhh!" Maira smothered her own mouth. Suddenly her crying broke. His head was strongly shaken, his shoulders were violently stinged.

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