The Suffering of Si Kembang Village
Tragedy three years ago.

The word has been used up and for the dark which has now returned to welcome.

But clearly, tonight the cold air feels pierced into the pores of the skin of the three deepest creatures of God's most perfect creation.

Nilam, Gavin, and Didy are sitting in a circular room called something. There was no soft sofa, the three of them sat on a mat that even some of the ends had been exhausted in Jerry's grogoti.

Above the ceiling of the room covered only by a black polybag in scissors and stretched out wide, a small lamp with a bright yellow luminous luminescence that is only five watts of power, hanging with confidence.

This is where Didy left his life, in a small hut left by Mbok Parmi, alone. Had Dahlan known that the boy was his flesh and blood, could he have brought Didy to the treasure that his three other children, Shinta, Rani, and Yudi, were enjoying?

I hope that.

"How, is grilled fish good?" ask Nilam to Gavin and Didy who were busy eating fish from Didy's catch this afternoon. And of course it has been cooked.

Time yes it catfish in telen life-living. Limbad thought a hundred times. Wkwk.

"Of course, I think any food ingredient if your hands are processing it, it will definitely taste good" Gavin said, inserting the pinch after pinch of grilled fish into his mouth.

"You're overreacting, Gav. I'm not that good."

"Sir Gavin's right, brother. It's really delicious. Especially the sauce." Didy lifted his thumb. "I'm so sorry I didn't catch any more."

"Tomorrow we catch as much" said Gavin.

"By, Brother."

"Dy ..he just plays the computer and stacks the paper every day. How could he catch fish? There he will trouble you later," Nilam sneered.

"Is that true, brother?"

"Yes, Dy. You will see it later yourself. Surely his clothes were soaked because he couldn't walk well on the rocks."

"Then I slipped into the river, you mean? Just yummy. You guys see later. Whales I can conquer, let alone small fish like this." Gavin raised the bones of the catfish he had just eaten.

Nilam. "Look, Dy. How arrogant he is. Where there are whales in the river."

"Haha ...." Didy. "She, Brother."

"Did?!"

"Yes, there's."

"What is the Pope in the river?" Nilam.

"Pausiah, Brother. Mr. RT's son. He likes to bathe in the river, carrying a laundry basket."

"That's Fauziah, Didy ...." Nilam pinched slowly on the boy's arm.

"Haha ...." Gavin floated a tos on Didy. " You're a smart boy!"

"This is the same, same!" nilam exclaimed as he cleaned the dirty dishes in front of him and then sailed towards the kitchen which was only blocked by a triplex, side by side with the room they now occupied.

A little while later, Nilam had rejoined the two men of different ages. Didy was engrossed in playing the game on the phone that Gavin had just pulled out of his hoody pocket. And of course the man taught it first.

Maybe now's a good time to get Didy talking. Before he fell asleep. Inner Patchouli.

Compiling all the words in his brain, it seemed that Nilam was starting to be ready to throw various questions that had accumulated long ago in his heart and mind. He glanced at Gavin for a moment, asking for consideration. Only with a code of gaze as if asking for approval, immediately understood Gavin. Before long he nodded in agreement.

Nilam took a deep breath. Then blow it slowly. "Yes, Dy. Can you ask me something?"

Didy look up. The serious look on Nilam's face made him understand that he had to forcibly over-game the game on Gavin's mobile phone that he was playing. Quite clever and understanding. "What does Brother want to ask? It looks serious?"

"Umm .. here, Dy. Brother wants to know. Is it true that the reason you can't talk, is because you witnessed firsthand, the murder incident that befell both of Brother's parents three years ago?" ask Nilam carefully.

"Di ...." Nilam was starting to worry. There was a look of regret on his face from asking that question.

Gavin held onto Didy's shoulders. "Calm down. Don'tbeafraid. There's Brother Gavin here."

Didy focused his gaze on Gavin. "I'm really scared, Brother."

"It's okay. Everything's gonna be okay." Gavin gives a tranquillization. "Look, Dy. We need this information from you. So that the two parents of Nilam get justice, by not letting the criminals roam freely out there."

Didy was still silent, digesting every word Gavin said.

"You saw Nilam's sister." Directed his gaze at the mp's name, then followed Didy. "She suffered greatly from the loss of both of her loved ones. Also Grandpa Usman, Pure Aunt and Hana. They all lost. But those bad guys are still quietly roaming freely out there. Please, Dy .. help us. Tell me what happened. Because you are the only key witness to the fateful incident" Gavin continued at length.

"Gav. Don't force him anymore." Nilam's soft heart began to bear to see Didy who still looked frightened.

"It's okay, Brother. Brother Gavin is right. Brother needs justice. And I certainly am." A flash of determination was sharply underlined in Didy's eyes. "That time ...."

The flashback

Three years ago ....

That afternoon.

The sun has just passed ten degrees from its hot spot. With the strength of his small legs, Didy continued to run through whatever was in front of him. Occasionally his head looked up at a single point above the sky.

Kite!

Yes, Didy who was twelve years old at the time, was busy chasing a kite that had been cut off from the thread.

He continued to run tirelessly. Far and far away from the village. But because of the gusts of wind that is quite strong, the kite continues to air without being seen to be stuck or land.

Until finally the tired point began to arrive. His quick steps began to weaken. The kite has flown somewhere. He sat down and leaned his body against a shady tree to neutralize his hunting breath.

Bring a circular view. Large trees surrounded him. Instantly he nodded and flinched. "I where?" ask him to himself.

He stood with the rest of his strength. And began to take his steps.

"It looks like I'm in the woods" he continued muttering.

"Don't! Don't kill my husband!" The screams reached Didy's ears. It sounds so obvious, even from a distance.

Curiosity overcame his fear. He continued to step closer to the origin of the screaming voice.

Getting closer and closer. And ... it's them!

There were about six people who were seen gathering at that place. Didy hid his body behind a tree. A quarter of his face was used to peek.

"You're a savage, Dahlan!" The scream came from Marni's voice. He sat down in front of a man who was dying with blood around his stomach. The man was Vishnu, Marni's own husband.

The married couple was none other than the one who had found, cared for and raised Nilam lovingly.

"Your own fault for rejecting me, Marni," the voice of a man who was none other than that of the Dahlan, spoke casually as if without sin. But he had just planted a knife, right in the middle of Vishnu's stomach.

"That's Aunt Marni" Didy muttered. "And the man in front of her ...? Uncle Vishnu! Yes, God ...."

"Devil you Dahlan!" yell Pure again. His tears are flowing more and more. "Mas ... wake up .. don't leave me...." He continued to shake the body of Vishnu who seemed to have abandoned his soul.

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