The Suffering of Si Kembang Village
Threats of the Dahlan Spear

Two days after the kidnapping.

Nilam, the beautiful village girl in her 22s, is now in the middle of a vast expanse of tea plantations in her village.

On his back is attached a large bamboo basket, where it holds the tea leaves that have been picked.

" I'm." Lam." Someone patted Nilam's shoulders cool with his job of picking tea.

Nilam. " Danu" he said, smiling.

The handsome young man named Danu, is none other than Nilam's own lover.

" Why come here? You're not working?" ask Nilam.

Danu. " I deliberately took the day off to meet you."

Nilam smiled sweetly. " Oh, huh?"

Danu nodded back to Nilam's smile. " Didy said, two days ago you were kidnapped. Is that right, Lam?" Danu's face turned serious.

Nilam turned his eyes in any direction. "Yes, Dan."

" But you're okay, right, now? Is your body hurt?" tanya Danu was worried while holding both Nilam's shoulders.

Nilam shook his head smiling. " Dey came just in time. I don't understand what the boy did, so he could take down three grown men at once."

Danu was silent. " I'm sorry, Lam. I'm not there, when you're in trouble like that. Even Didy, who was just a child, came to save you" said Danu, full of regret.

"Hey, I'm fine. God saved me through Didy. You do not need to feel guilty, " said Nilam while cupping his girlfriend's cheeks, still with a smile on her beautiful face.

Some time Nilam and Danu dissolve in the rhythm of looking at each other. Until suddenly, a loud voice disperse their romantic melody.

" Hey, you two! This is where work! Not a place to get love!" shouted a skinny middle-aged woman.

Nilam took off a quick stalk of his palm on Danu's face. " Yes, Miss Darti. Forgive me," said Nilam.

Darti was a confidant of Juragan Dahlan, a 47-year-old man. The other is the owner of the tea plantation itself. Darti's job is to monitor every worker in that place.

" And you young man, get out of here. Before Juragan Dahlan knew your behavior. Because he will be here soon to see Nilam," continued the woman named Darti it leads to Danu.

" Okay, I'll be leaving soon. Forgive me," said Danu softly, then he turned to Nilam. " I'm going first. I'll see you later."

Nilam just nodded in a smile.

Danu turned around and then stepped away from leaving Nilam with Darti.

" Continue your work. Soon the boss will meet you," said Darti firmly.

Nilam was silent for a moment before answering.

Why would the manager want to see me?

" Okay, Miss Darty."

Darti then walked away from Nilam, to control the other workers.

A few moments later...

" Hello, beautiful Nilam," the voice of the dahlan's father who came to Nilam.

Nilam turned to the direction of the sound. "Yes, Juragan. Can I help you?" ask Nilam softly.

Without realizing it, all of his professional friends who were not far from him had left the area around the place.

Darti told them all to stay away on Juragan Dahlan's orders.

Dahlan, the old man whose body still looked sturdy and dashing, smiled.

" Nilam, Nilam. You've always been sweet. I'm just here to negotiate with you."

"I mean Nurse?"

Dahlan chuckled small. " You and your family have always lived a life of deprivation, haven't you? And your salary here isn't enough to support your whole family. Especially for your matre aunt."

Nilam frowned in wonder. " No, my family is fine. I never felt the slightest lack" Nilam replied straightforwardly, though in his heart he agreed with the old man's words.

" Don't lie, Nilam. I know all about you and your family."

"What does the Jagan want from me, actually?"

" Hahaha .. That's one I like about you. Besides being pretty, you're also a very smart girl."

" Oh, okay. If you're so impatient." Dahlan paused his words for a moment. " Stop working, and be my wife. Then I will meet all your needs and your whole family. Wouldn't it be great to be a 'Mrs Dahlan' ?"

Nilam gasped in surprise then shook his head quickly.

" I can't, Juragan!" reject Nilam firmly.

" Why, sweetie? Do you want to apply for the terms, as a form of consent, to be my wife? Tell me, whatever you want. I'll gladly respond."

Nilam looked at Dahlan in disbelief.

A really old man doesn't know himself.

Doesn't he have three beautiful wives?

" No, Juragan. I don't want anything from you. Just being able to work here, is enough for me."

" What do you mean you rejected me?" ask Juragan Dahlan.

Nilam lowered his head. " I'm sorry, Juragan."

" why? I can give you luxury and treasure. Even this entire tea plantation could be yours. But, after you marry me, of course."

" No, Juragan. I really don't want any of that. I'm so grateful for everything I have right now."

Dahlan smiled lightly. " So you really rejected me, Nilam?"

Nilam lowered his head deeply.

" I'm sorry, Juragan. I really don't intend to get married."

Dahlan has a waist. His breath began to hunt. His face was red. His eyes looked at Nilam full of anger.

" How dare you." he said furiously.

" All the women in this village want to be my wife. Even they were willing to make me the third, fourth, tenth wife. But you. You poor girl is too arrogant!"

Nilam was silent. A clear drop in the corner of her beautiful eyes began to fall on her fingers clinging to each other in front of her slender belly.

" You remember what I said, Nilam. I will not hesitate to ruin your beautiful face. So that no man will ever want you again. So think before rejecting me," continued Dahlan full of emphasis.

Nilam started sobbing. His throat was blocked, he was unable to say anything. Fear began to spread throughout his body.

" Think! Marry me, or I'll break your face!" firmly Dahlan then stepped up to leave Nilam.

But a moment later, he turned his head back towards Nilam with his demonic smile.

" One more, or I could've killed your beloved grandfather instead. If you dare to refuse me again."

Nilam. Both of his eyes were perfectly rounded. " No, Juragan! Don't hurt my grandfather. Don't fuck him. I'm mohooon...."

" Haha.... All right, then prepare yourself. Tonight I'm gonna come propose to your grandfather" said Dahlan, then he left Nilam completely.

Nilam's body began to sink, until he fell to the ground.

Oh my god..what else is this ordeal?

Nilam cried so badly. Lamenting the life that never seemed to side with him.

In his tears, Nilam tried to rise. He took off his tea basket and left it there. Then he took his steps.

Mom ... Dad. I want to come with you.

Pick me up, I beg ....

I can't stand all this anymore.

It's too heavy for me, mom ....

Get me now ...

His eyes began to crumble. Then it slowly turned dark. And...

Bruuk!

Nilam fell unconscious, in the middle of the vast expanse of the plantation.

No one saw and helped him.

Seriate...