The Suffering of Si Kembang Village
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Nature bathing rain.

The great whip of the whip of the gods, squealing in the darkness of the night. Again, the sky voiced its cries.

A bunch of frail bodies, standing in despair in the window frame. In the restless termites that burst chest tightening.

Usman's grandfather .. was accompanied by an eternal, staring at the yard of his house that was splashed with rain. Nilam's gone somewhere. Pure in the judgment of the Dahlan Spokesman. And now Hana, hasn't come back. Life is sometimes that bitter ....

Swiping the rest of the water droplets on his cheek, with the weight he closed the window that had been left gaping. Hope it will show up later.

But what to say, time is still strong with all its mysteries.

He walked to his room with restless steps. Lying down and closing your eyes, it might reduce anxiety, he thought.

It was suddenly ...

Czechs .... The door that was not in the key was open.

"Grandfather!" the cry of someone managed to hinder the pace of his steps. He looks. Instantly the eyes were full of twinkle. "My granddaughter ...."

The girl opened the door without knocking. Because of his impatience to immediately meet the grandfather. Without xy and z, he immediately burst into the arms of the old man. A cry of longing was held between the two. "I miss Grandpa ...."

Patchouli. He came to Gavin's side. After hearing the man's explanation about Anita on the beach this afternoon, he was indeed in a sad land, which is not clear what the cause. Or jealous or jealous? I don't know.

Until finally he asked Gavin to drive him home to the village to turn away the uncomfortable feeling in his heart by meeting his grandfather. Gavin gladly granted. And now, here he is, in the home he longs for.

"Grandfather misses you too, son. Very, very long. Yes, Lord .. You are finally back, son," said Grandpa as he peeked at the head of the girl in a row. Instantly his eyes caught a figure standing not far from him. "Who is he, son?"

Nilam took off his embrace. Then follow the direction of Grandpa Usman, look at the face of the grandfather, then smile. "He's Gavin, Cake. Grandpa remember?"

"Gavin?" Grandpa shook his head.

"Yes, Cake. I'm Gavin. The boy, who used to be in the custody of Almarhumah Mbok Nah in this village," sidelines Gavin explained as he reached out his hand to greet the old man.

While receiving the young man's palm, the grandfather frowned, forcing his brain to think. Until a moment later ... "Are you the boy who always carried Nilam after the river. Huh yeah?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, Cake. That's me." Gavin smiles.

"Yes, God .... Grandpa to pangling, son. You're so handsome," he praised in amazement.

"really? The grandfather of the thousandth man who said that to me" joked Gavin. He was standing next to Nilam.

Nilam was singing his lips. "Lose your confidence. Because I'll be the first to call you ugly."

Gavin brought his face closer to Nilam's. "really?" Smile at the bushy as sweet as possible.

Nilam pulled his body back. "I-yeah, of course you're ugly," she replied awkwardly.

"Handsome!"

"Dangerous!"

"Handsome!"

"Dangerous!"

"Hey, Grandpa also admitted that I'm handsome. Yeah, right, Cake?" Gavin turned to look at Grandpa Usman. Hope to get support.

Grandpa smiled cutely at the behavior of the two young people in front of him. "Yes. So good-looking. Because you are the picture when Grandpa was young," he said dragged joking dimeh Nilam and Gavin.

"You hear that, Nilam?" Gavin feels like he won.

"Grandfather ...." Nilam was pampered in Grandpa's arm.

The pain of loneliness that almost silenced Grandpa Usman's entire spirit, was now gone in an instant. Change the beautiful rainbow, colorful. But not curved, yes .... Hidhi.

"Oiya, Cake. Hana and Pure Aunt, where?" asked Nilam, looking around.

For a moment!

The rainbow that had just flared its color bias, faded again. Grandpa was silent. Confused to answer.

"Grand .. What's wrong? Where are Hana and Auntie? Did something happen to them?" ask Nilam worried.

"Mature ... Purely brought Dahlan, son."

"Dahlan asked for back some of the money that Pure received."

"Money...? What money?"

"The money from him handed you over to Dahlan back then." Grandfather explained.

Nilam. "And the aunt could not return it, because all the money was already in use. So, Cake?" the canal.

Grandfather nodded. "Yes, son?"

"Then Hana, where is she, Cake? Don't tell me he's also in the Juragan?"

"No. Grandfather told Hana to leave secretly, just moments before Dahlan brought Pure."

Gavin still watched. But his big brain continued to digest every verse of conversation between the grandson and his grandfather. So weird, he thought.

"So Hana survived. But does Grandpa know where he's going?"

"No, Son. Grandpa just told her to leave, without giving her a purpose. Grandpa looked for him around the village. But I didn't find him" said Grandpa.

"Tomorrow we'll find Hana, Cake." Gavin opened his voice.

Grandpa and Nilam looked at the young man, "Really?" ask Grandpa.

"certain. Yeah, right, Nilam?" Gavin smiles.

"Yes, Cake. Gavin and I will try to find Hana" Nilam said, stroking his grandfather's shoulder.

"All right, thank you, son. At least Grandpa is calm there you two are here."

"Yes, Cake. Oiya, Nilam brought a lot of food. We had dinner together, yeah...."

****

Nilam, Gavin and Usman's grandfather are sitting in a circle on a simple dining table chair in the house. After dinner, they continued with a conversation about what happened to Nilam after the fateful day. Nilam explained in detail without a single speck missing.

Hearing Nilam's entire speech, Gavin was in a haqiqi shock. He stared at the face of the girl across the table. My dear girl ... My poor girl .... That is how his heart is.

"I'm sorry Grandpa, son. At that time Grandpa couldn't protect you from Dahlan and your aunt" Usman's grandfather regretted.

Nilam grabbed his grandfather's wrinkled palm. "It's okay, Cake. Most importantly, I am okay now. God always protects me in His way."

Grandpa just smiled. Smile in the bitterness. "You're right, son. Thank goodness."

"Now you better take a break. It's already night. Tomorrow morning Gavin and I will find Hana. Come on, I'll take Grandpa to the room."

"Alright, Son. Don't forget, you've got Gavin's room ready."

"Yes, Cake. He'll sleep in my room. Let me sleep in Hana's room."

"Yes already. Gavin, Grandpa just take a break, yeah."

"Please, Cake. Rest as comfortable as possible" said Gavin smiling kindly.

After taking Usman's grandfather to his room, Nilam approached Gavin, who was still silent at the dinner table. "Gav, let me take you to my room."

Gavin looked at Nilam who was standing before him. Instantly he got up, then stepped pulling that slim body into his embrace. Closely enshrouded. "I'm sorry, Nilam. I'm sorry .. I came very late."

Nilam. Gavin's face was only a few inches away from his. "Why should I apologize? It's not your fault."

"Obviously it's my fault. Had I come here earlier, you would definitely not have experienced such bitter things. But what, I'm trapped in Anita's bondage. And Kenzie .. he even helped you with your troubles. Not me."

"It's okay. Maybe God presented all those difficulties to me, to bring me to meet you," Nilam said.

Gavin took off his embrace, then switched to grasping both palms of the girl. Face out. "I promise, from this moment on, I will be the protective shield for you" he said solemnly.

Nilam smiled full haru. "Thank you .... My White Horse."

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