The Suffering of Si Kembang Village
Kenzies

07 O'clock at the dinner table.

"Is Nilam not home yet, Hana?" ask Grandpa Usman who just put his ass on the chair next to Hana.

Hana is the daughter of Murni.

"It seems not yet, Kek," replied Hana soberly.

"Where did it go, the boy?"

"She's got a man at her turn, sir." Pure chimed while scooping rice onto his plate.

"Mother.... Stop saying bad things about Nilam. She's a good girl, ma'am."

"You don't go around defending that wild girl like your grandfather, Hana. He's not worthy of the love of the heart."

Tok....

The sound of knocking on the door stopped their conversation.

"Maybe it's Nilam, Hana." Usman's grandfather's face changed.

"Let Hana open the door, Cake."

Grandpa Usman nodded.

Hana walked towards the exit. To make sure who's coming.

Chequek...

Hannah flicked the door, slowly. He slightly scrunched his forehead. He looked at a tall man, who was standing behind him. Wearing an official dress suit.

"Sorry, who are you looking for, huh?" ask Hana a little carefully.

The man turned around, then smiled at Hana.

Hana was a little surprised.

Isn't this Dahlan's boss.

What's he gonna do here?

Dahlan shook her palm in front of Hana's face.

"Hey, sweet lady."

Hana gnashing. "O-oiya, ma-sorry, Tu. uh, I mean, Ju-juragan.

"Just remember home you're li-girl

Purely stopped her speech upon seeing the figure standing before her.

"Emm. I don't know if you're coming" said Pure Rigid. "If I may know, what is the need of the Prophet to be willing to come to our hut? Did Nilam make trouble, on the plantation?"

"Aren't you going to let me in?" Dahlan answered with a question.

"O-oh, yeah, sorry. Please come in, Juragan." Purely shifting his body gave way to Dahlan to enter into that simple house.

Dahlan entered the wheel and placed his butt on the sofa that already looks worn in the living room of the house.

"Hana, make a drink for the master," Pure ordered to his daughter.

Hana nodded. "Good, Mom." Then he walked towards the kitchen.

In kitchen.

"Where's the bullet, Hana?" ask Usman's grandfather who is still sitting on his dining table chair.

Hannah looked at her grandfather.

"Sorry, Cake. That's not coming Nilam's brother."

"Then?"

"Dahlan's Juragan."

Grandpa's face changed in wonder. "What's the need for him to come here?"

Hana rubbed her shoulders. "Hana don't know, Cake."

Usman's grandfather then walked towards the living room of his house.

Dahlan turned her lips when she saw the arrival of the 60-year-old grandfather.

"Good night, Mr. Usman," said Dahlan kindly.

"Good night, Juragan, "reply Grandpa Usman, then sit on the couch opposite Dahlan. "I'm sorry, but what brought you here?" continues asking.

Hana came carrying three glasses of tea, then placed them one by one on the rectangular table.

"Please, Nurse," said Hana softly.

Dahlan smiled. "Thank you, sweet lady."

Hana nodded then sat down next to Murni, her mother.

Dahlan looked at the three people before him one by one.

"My purpose here is to...."

***

Nilam opened his eyes slowly, then blinked. He looked around the place.

"Where is it, me...?" ask her with a weak and raucous voice.

A female doctor who was just about to examine Nilam, smiled. "Thank God you're sober, miss. You are in the hospital now."

"Hospital?"

"Yes, Miss. Someone brought you here in a pinch."

"Someone?" Nilam was confused.

The doctor smiled.

"So soon, I'll check on you, miss." He took out his stethoscope and began examining Nilam.

"How is he doing, Doctor?" someone suddenly entered the room.

The female doctor looked over. "Everything is good, sir. Nothing serious. It seems like he was just in shock. I can go home tomorrow morning."

"Thank God" said the man smiling.

"Excuse me, sir. Sister will soon deliver food and medicine to this Miss."

"All right, thank you, Doctor."

After the Doctor came out, the man looked at Nilam, then smiled.

"Hay, is it okay?" the question was soft, he was now standing beside Nilam.

Nilam's face was terrified. Body shuffling. He pulled the blanket up to his chest, then grabbed it firmly.

"Hey, relax. I'm not a bad person."

"Who, you?"

"Last afternoon I found you lying unconscious in a tea plantation."

Nilam looked up at the incident last afternoon, when Juragan Dahlan forced himself to be made a wife, and threatened to finish off his grandfather.

Cold sweat started to come out from his delicate pores.

"No. Don't kill grandpa.... Please don't mind my grandfather!" Nilam cried shaking his head quickly as he got up and sat down. "I don't want to lose my grandfather!" hysterical shouting.

"Hey, relax, Miss. No one's gonna kill your grandfather. Be calm...." The man held both of Nilam's shoulders, then switched to cupping both of Nilam's cheeks and looking at him gently. "Everything will be fine. You need to calm down, okay..."

Nilam fell silent, returning the man's gaze. Then his body slowly melted.

"rest. Calm yourself. I'll take care of you here, "say the man, still in his soft voice. He pulled out a chair behind him. Then he sat his body on the chair beside the Nilam cage.

A nurse had just come to bring Nilam a bowl of porridge and medicine.

"Before the cure is taken, you must eat first, yes, Miss."

"Let me, Sister. The nurse may return" said the gentleman, taking over the bowl of porridge from the nurse's hand.

"alright. Excuse me. Do not forget the medicine is drunk, yes, sir," said the nurse who was then nodded by the handsome man.

After the nurse left the room.

"I'm a bribe" said the 26-year-old, thrusting a spoonful of porridge into Nilam's mouth.

Nilam opened his mouth slightly. Chew the porridge slowly. His fear began to slowly fade.

After the porridge was a toilet without a rest. The man opened one by one the medicines that were still packed neatly. Then drink it to Nilam very painstakingly.

"Who are you, actually?" tanya Nilam opened the conversation.

The man smiled. Then he stretched out his right arm, asking Nilam to shake it.

"Include..my name, Kenzie . I'm from town A. Then, may I know your name?"

Nilam returned the hand of the man named Kenzie. "I'm Nilam."

"Nilam, what a pretty name."

"Thank you." Nilam smiled faintly.

Yes Tuhaaan, her smile is so sweet.

As hypnotized, long enough Kenzie was in his dumb-ass mode.

"Master... Mr. Kenzie. You okay?" ask Nilam worried.

Kenzie blinked, starting out of his world of admiration. "O-oiya, sorry. I'm fine, Nilam." Kenzie smiled clumsyly.

"Thank God." Nilam smiled back.

If I see his smile continuously like this, I could die for a long time, like a chicken with bird flu. Goddamnit!

At that instant Kenzie's face turned serious.

" I'm sorry, if I'm presumptuous. Why did you fall in the middle of that plantation?"

Nilam threw his face in the opposite direction to Kenzie's.

" I'm fine" he replied later.

" It seems that you are not a good person to lie, Miss Nilam. I see so much clutter on your face."

Nilam turned his face, looking back at Kenzie. "I don't think it's any of your business, Mr. Kenzie."

"Oh, sorry. You're right, Nilam." Kenzie smile.

"Can I go home now? Grandpa must be worried about me."

"Sorry, Nilam. Doesn't mean anything. But you heard yourself, the doctor said that you can just go home tomorrow morning."

"Is that so, huh?"

Kenzie nodded.

Nilam's face immediately showed a very deep sadness.

Surely the Dahlan boss is home by now. What will he do to Grandpa, Hana and Auntie? After finding out that I'm not there right now.

Oh my God, protect my family from the Dahlan scribe.

Kenzie realizes the sadness that appears on Nilam's pretty face.

*It looks like this beautiful woman has a very heavy burden of life. Then... can I help relieve it*?"

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