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Everyone who was there instantly stared.

In silence, only Nilam's moans sounded weak.

Accompanying the steps of the man dressed in all black moved in. Residents know him as Ki Arya who lives alone at the end of the hamlet. He approached the shivering Nilam.

The girl's head drooped weakly, in a half-sitting position at the intersection of two deathly-faced men.

“I heard your son is sick, Mak Lumpit. Why didn't you call me?” The heavy and heavy voice asked.

The influence of his voice seemed to stop the breath of all who heard. Especially Mak Lumpit whose body feels already floating.

Mak's thin hands shook, trying hard to clench the fingers. The cold-faced man now stands about two feet tall with Nilam, the girl he loves so much.

Mak Lumpit's fists are getting stronger. His chest sighed trying to take a deep breath. Unable to see Ki Arya getting closer to Nilam, this old woman suddenly felt a great power. The body of the black-clothed man was pierced with all his might.

Both of them fell forward regarding one of the young men who was quite big.

As if a jolt of consciousness, everything moved back quickly. The young man reflexively restrains Ki Arya's body with the help of Juju and the two fathers next to him.

Mak got up, so uncontrollably, the skinny man's long hair was grabbed full of anger. A few long dreaded strands of hair were uprooted, clinging to Mak Lumpit's hand.

“You are human too! Dare to bother my son, you know the taste!!”

Men and women dare to come to judge the man who tried to rebel. The heavy sound from the mouth of Ki Arya came out like the roar of a fanged animal when disturbed.

Ki Arya's body was pushed here and there. The rain of blows was enough to paralyze those little meat-coated bones.

“Come quickly bring Nilam!”

Mr. Guruh reminded Supri who took hold of Ki Arya's hand, earlier he was willing to throw a fist, just not brave. Nyali Supri lost with fear, just in case Ki Arya would take revenge one day.

Hearing Mr. Guruh's call, Supri released the man's right hand. He ran out preparing to hold the balance of the motor, when Nilam was sitting on his bonbar.

Nilam's weak drooping body was immediately flanked by Asih's Maiden who climbed into the boncer, while holding Nilam's body from behind.

Juju and the others came out, began to be busy arranging anyone who took off, accompanying the Supri motorbike.

While inside, the seven people who were handling Ki Arya started to let their guard down. After Supri and Juju's hand, there was only one man who held her strong. Gaining the chance, the old man kicked hard towards the back.

“AAWWWW! AWW!!” The young man shouted loudly.

All eyes were on him, astonished—they thought something was happening to him. A father who appears carrying a rope from behind, intends to tie Ki Arya urung closer.

The young man's grip is getting weaker, his body sagging with a reddened face, eyes look wide, pain. Before long his body fell with two palms cupped between the thighs.

“Ughh! Sakiiit.” He whimpers. Others wanted to help him wake up, but he refused because he was not able to stand.

Their busyness utilized black-clothed men to take quick steps, nimble tucking, past them like a gust of wind. The ones outside tried to catch, but missed.

“She ran. Quick chase!!” Three men shouted.

The led tubs will go to war as they run, chasing. Two people took back the torch on the side of the door. The shadow of the man looked to the West of the village, towards Ki Arya's house.

“Let them take care of it, you guys are fast off! I'll follow,” Mr. Guruh's orders.

Six other people rode three bikes, accompanying Supri who hugged Nilam and Mbak Asih from behind.

The morning was getting colder, the wind seemed to penetrate the bones.

Not half way Mbak Asih trembling violently, He hugged Nilam— body held tightly to Supri jacket, the occasional position of the girl was shaky and heavy to the side made him overwhelmed. While Nilam was still as if asleep unconscious, just a small groan from his lips.

On one of the bikes, Mak Lumpit was piggybacked by a father of small and thin stature, occasionally lifting his chin, passing the driver's shoulder to see the condition of Nilam in front.

Mak chose to come along so that he could see Nilam with his own eyes, until he left the village safely.

Juju in Mardin's arms, cradling her backpack and hugging her Nile backpack

Before long they were startled by a deafening motor, emerging from behind.

The driver was Mr. Guruh who pulled the wooden cart. He took it to the cage, took a cart that was commonly used to find grass.

He gave the code for Supri to stop.

“Thank God Mr. Guruh. Actually, it is not strong. Nilam's body is getting heavier propped up,” complained Mbak Asih with a breath of boredom, his hands still holding Nilam's body.

Mr. Guruh and the others got off the bike. They helped hold Nilam's body when the woman in yellow sleepwear fell, she was seen directly stretching her hands and body numb.

The light from the motorbike lights that light up helps lighting, because the sun has not yet appeared.

Nilam's body was lifted into a wagon that had been covered with two sarongs, Mak asked to sit inside with Nilam. The woman was not stopping to look at her son's face. His rough hands clasped tightly onto the fingers of the cold white girl.

Mak Lumpit grabbed the thick leather jacket that Juju had lent him, before they left. It helps her body feel warm.

The journey took about 45 minutes longer it felt like passing one day. I can't wait for the time to pass.

Mak's face and body were tired, but his heart was more painful. Mak Lumpit hopes that Nilam will be better after crossing the border later.

***

The Dark Hamlet ….

The boisterous citizens running to the West side were growing. Other residents also woke up to the screams of mothers calling residents for help.

About thirty adults chased the black shadow that had been seen, but now it disappeared.

They surrounded the area between the lake and Ki Arya's house. I'm sure that guy's still around here.

Earlier he was quite injured by their blows, will surely fatigue run far.

An hour of searching in the siege was nil. They met again at the halfway point without finding anyone.

Sunlight began to peek at the Eastern horizon, helping their vision sweep out in all directions.

“Definitely escaped.”

“Yes, where dare he come here again. Moreover, know everyone now dares to fight him!”

“Definitely, the. I was satisfied to have gone three times. Ordinary man also apparently he, it looks like my punch was quite sick to his cheek!” The torch holder man said with a big laugh.

He wanted to turn off the torch, because he felt the day was bright enough.

“Do not shut down!” A father stopped him.

“Why?”

“Ki Arya don't come back here!” he said while taking over the torch made of big bamboo sticks.

“Bakaaar!!” he shouted at all, brandishing the torch high.

As if guided, all shouted the word BAKAR, not stopping until the high-masted house was engulfed in flames. An enlarged flame began to devour the entire building.

All move backwards. The red hot guy seemed to be close to their bodies. The cold air disappeared. All eyes watched the roof and the body of the building collapse, evenly distributed with the ground. Some of the sparks burned the tall grass around.

Once lena in excitement, amazed to see the blaze seemed to tear down their fear so far, so that residents did not realize the fire began to spread the grass up to tens of meters around.

“Quick, extinguish!”

“Come, extinguish!”

“Yes, Gusti. Do not let this village burn,” Older men mutter prayers.

The fire seemed to propagate quickly, the grass that was still wet was exposed to the morning dew immediately turned into ash.

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