Children's Story Group
Expelling Robbery

My house is on the edge of the rice field. A pretty big house. Often villagers call it a Villa, because of its large size and its location is rather remote compared to other houses.

My father was self-employed, he had a business buying and selling goods and owned a fairly large Shop in a nearby city. Even if you can afford a house in the city, you feel more comfortable living in the village, especially the village where he was born.

Even though it includes a capable family, my father always reminds me to still look decent and behave politely when meeting other people. He always said, basically man is the same, even if we have excessive wealth, it is only a temporary deposit from the Almighty.

I was about ten years old at the time. Towards the evening after the Maghrib, my father invited us to the town family, "At one meal out" he said. Of course I'm excited. The atmosphere of the city is always interesting to me, the lights are so bright and colorful, the crowd of people, especially various interesting places that sell good food. And that night my father really invited me and my mother to eat so much that we were completely satisfied.

Arriving home, the time has shown at nine o'clock in the evening. My eyes are heavy. Mother who knew I was sleepy, immediately took me to the room to sleep. And indeed I immediately lena so collapsed on the bed.

When I slept soundly without dreams, suddenly my body was like something was rocking. My eyes opened, and I saw my father beside me.

"Dedek, get up.." there was a father's voice while still shaking my body. Half-sleepily I woke up, I saw my father leaning over next to the bed, his face a little pale. What the hell's going on? I wanted to open my voice, but Dad put an index finger on his lips.

Close my mouth to my ear, "Wake up, slowly.

Robbed!? The deg! My heart is beating hearing the word rob. Immediately I was afraid to wake up. My eyes were spinning through the room.

I saw my mother in the corner of the room, her face looked pale, while the door of the room seemed to have been closed by a cupboard, maybe the father had shifted it.

Outside the room, I heard some noise, like the voices of some people.

"This is his room! In the key from the inside!" Said one voice from outside, sounding furious and angry.

"Just break it!" said one other voice. Then there were rough steps approaching the door from the outside.

Before long there were also the sounds of blows from outside the door, the people outside seemed to start forcing their way in. I shivered more and more in fear, imagining the possibility that bad things would happen. What do they want? Why not just take things outside the room, why should you go to the room?

Dad gestured with his hand towards me. Take me and my mom to one corner of the room, there's another closet there. Dad took a chair, put it in the closet, nimbly climbed up. One ceiling box is left not permanently closed above, with one push the father lifted and shifted the plywoodnya.

"Put the grandpa over here, ma'am." Pinta dad stayed in a very slow voice.

So above, I was still frightened, not daring to move even a little, as if worried that one movement of mine could tear down the roof where I was. Underneath the noise was heard. Obviously it's the robbers who are more persistent to rush into the room.

Before long the figure of the mother rose to the top, maybe in the help of the father from below. He immediately hugged my body tightly as soon as he reached the top. Dad follows. When he reached the roof, a voice sounded... Hiduprak! It must be the sound of the closet that was pushed down by the robbers. Hiiii.

"Where! Where!" A robber shouted. Maybe he was confused to see the room in an empty state there are no inhabitants.

"That's kang, on top!" another voice answered. The owner of the first voice sounded cursing incoherently.

My father was unusually calm, no matter what the sound of menacing screams below. As soon as he reached the roof immediately his hand pushed the tiles on it, after he succeeded immediately he broke some lath wood, after enough to pass one adult body he beckoned the mother to come out.

At first I was back in the lift up, just pushing mom. The roars were heard again, yet it was my turn to go up, one rough hand was seen reaching from below about to go up to the roof of the ceiling, nimbly father grabbed some tiles and threw down, he said, one voice sounded.

"Shouted Ma!" Dad's orders.

The mother who was initially fixated to see the struggle of the father growl, the cash he opened his mouth...

"The robbing! Robbing it! Help u! Robbing!" So my mother repeated over and over again. While the father still can not go up because he was busy pelting the robbers who are still persistent to the top with a tile. Many times there were voices complaining and cursing.

I was only able to remain helplessly still, my gaze going back and forth towards my father and mother. It would be horrified to imagine the robbers who must be cruel if they managed to catch one of the father or mother.

The sound of mother's screams bore fruit. Our villagers began to wake up, marked by the sound of a fart at a hammer, even so the mother still continued to scream for help because she was so panicked and afraid.

From afar, lights began to appear, it must have come from the residents who rushed to the source of the screams they heard. I looked down at my father who stopped throwing, apparently the robbers got scared.

Indeed, after the residents came to our house, none of the robbers were left, all had fled, still fortunately not many valuables managed to be brought, because the herd of robbers had been hunted fearing being surrounded by residents. We were then helped down by the citizens, after the danger passed, my father looked at me affectionately, then he carried and lifted my body up high and hugged me very tightly. "You know the deck, the one I'm most worried about is your safety" he said, hugging me back. I don't feel like I'm returning his embrace either.

The next day I immediately called a handyman to fix the damage to the house. For the next few nights our house was guarded by brothers and villagers, making sure the robbers didn't return. And to be safer, I then ordered an iron trellis to be installed in every door and window of our house.

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