CUTS
The End of a Long Journey...

The sun started to rise, Rendra had already woken up from his sleep. This situation turned out to have no effect on Rendra. The life with his late parents may still be imprinted on him. “Bow him in that creek! Let it be fresh, you can hang the clothes on for a while before we continue the journey.

“Actually where are we going?” I ventured to ask. I don't really know the Jannah family. But what am I afraid of now? Fear or not, I will face death.

“We're going to the next county.” Answer Jannah's Father.

I was surprised that this trip had come that far. I no longer ask because it will be in vain. I bathed Rendra who looked happy with clear and cool river water. Armed with a sling of cloth I wrapped his body while waiting for his clothes to dry.

After an hour, we continued our journey. Don't ask me what I eat. Our stomachs are filled only by bananas that Jannah's father picked up on a no-man's trunk in the forest.

The sky began to dim again marked the night will greet. We walked along the banks of the creek and this trip was somehow going to end. “Yes Allah, if the death of the servant comes to fetch. Allow Abu and Umi to see the body of the servant one last time. O Allah, if the servant may be greedy. The servant wanted to be bathed by Umi and diazan by Abu. The servant wanted to be buried near Abu's house. The servant wants the grave to have a name, not a grave with only a stone or a tree as a marker. O Allah, manifest the desire of the servant.”

The prayers I keep saying in my heart. Can we not pray at any time, not limited to time or place? “Yes Allah, thanks to the orphans in the arms of the servant, save us from all dangers.” Unexpectedly, one hand of Rendra wiped the tears that fell by itself without being able to be held back.

This child might be able to feel my sadness and fear at this moment. From the age of 3 months he has been with me a little bit he must have an inner attachment to me. I saw the sky illuminated by the moonlight. “It looks like it's midnight.” My inner. Rendra's back to sleep and my guess seems right. Rendra's bedtime is ten o'clock at night.

We stopped by the river. The night weather was very cold but Rendra was not disturbed in the slightest. My feet are numb. For almost two nights a day I walked with them. I want to cry right now. My chest is tight, I can't hold it anymore. I was sobbing withholding my voice and body ache at this moment. “What Jannah hurts more than you currently feel.” Said Mother Jannah who from yesterday a lot of silence. “Why is Mak Wa doing this to me? My family never broke the Mak Wa.” family

“The commander who asked us to take you. We are just carrying out the task.”

“Mak Wa and Pak Wa, none of this is true. You will not be able to return to the village if you follow the rebels.”

“We have no intention of returning to that cursed village. The village of savages who said our son was a boy and made him die in the prison of infidels.”

“Mak Wa, no villager says Jannah is a cuak. But Jannah herself was acting like that. It is not that he also reported Miftah to the rebels until Miftah had to die in a terrible way. What's wrong with Jannah?”

“Jaga mulutmu, Cut! Kami tidak mengasarimu karena mengingat Ilham. Jika bukan karena Ilham, dari kemarin aku sudah menghajarmu.”

“Who would like to meet me, Mak Wa?”

“Commander of your brother's replacement. Khalid!” I was surprised what else he needed with me. What Abu said yesterday is unclear? Looks like I have to mentally prepare more to meet him.

We continue on a journey that will arrive sometime. By late afternoon, we arrived at a place that was behind the swamps at the foot of the hill. My wishes are not grandiose. I just want to rest and stop to walk. I'm so tired, my body feels crumpled. I want to sleep even if only for a while but, it seems like my wish will be difficult to achieve. Seeing how I am at the moment is so unexpected. This place is much larger than the headquarters of the late Bang Ilham. There are no children here. I also saw some captives tied to trees.

“How are you, Cut.” Say hello to Khalid with a sinless smile and it made me even more disgusted to see him.

“Not good.” I answered without looking at him.

“Fikri, same here Check Lid!” He took Rendra from my sling.

“Fikri?” He looked at me smiling. “This is the son of Inspiration, right? Teuku Muhammad Fikri.”

“So name Rendra, Teuku Muhammad Fikri.” My inner. I'm not arguing anymore. Let him call that name. “Why bring me here?” I asked in a sharp tone without fear. I've been mentally prepared if he's gonna hit me or kill me.

He smiled, “Fikri, creepy scrappy if you get angry again? Check Lid so scared.” He insinuated me to Rendra who was in his arms.

“Come, Brother deliver to tent! You must be tired. Your leg is also injured.” While carrying Rendra, one hand pulled my arm and it became a free spectacle for his friends who were there. “Your wife came too, Khalid.” Or maybe one of them.

He continued to stare forward while pulling my arm. At first glance I saw his face from the side and it turned out that he was quite handsome but less managed. The skin is brown and for the size of the rebels who live in the forest. His body shape is pretty good and looks like a soldier.

We arrived at the very end of the tent. Tents are heavy tarpaulin and tree trunks as poles. I sat on the grass with a makeshift mat. My legs hurt and my body was crushed. He sat Rendra next to me and then came out. After he came out, I immediately laid my body beside Rendra. I hugged her waist so she wouldn't go anywhere. The drowsiness whack very very, really this sense does not know the place and time. Though I was at the end of my death but drowsiness actually came before the death to pick me up. And I fell asleep towards dreamland quietly.

“Didn't you miss me, Cut?"

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