CUTS
WHATISTHIS???

Every afternoon my job is to feed the chickens and ducks as usual. But this afternoon something was different. A soldier came up to me who was feeding chickens and ducks. "Sir, is there a green duck egg?" Ask the soldier who turned out to be their boss.

Our gazes met a glimpse before Umi came out with anxiety on her face. "Cut, what's wrong?" Ask Umi worriedly.

"This father asked the green duck eggs."

"Yes, Mom. Is there green duck eggs? I want to buy."

"There, there, take a minute." With a hasty step Umi went into the house to pick up the green duck egg that the boss asked for. "Your name is Cut?" I just nodded my head.

"I'm Rendra." I didn't respond to him. It doesn't matter to me that his name is because I have nothing to do with him. Umi came out with a pack of eggs in her hand. "It!" Umi's handing over to the Boss.

"How, Ma?" Ask.

"No, just take it!" Umi said that pisses me off. "Just play fetch if he has the feeling he should stay with the money to pay for our eggs." My inner.

And it turned out that the Boss still handed the money of ten thousand into the hands of Umi. "Thank you, Mom." Said the Boss while smiling at me as well Umi. I threw my face away as he looked at me then turned to look at my precious livestock.

After a month of calm, tonight my village was again startled by the sound of a bomb not far from my house before dawn. Like trained, we immediately lay on the floor with mats that are always prepared. A barrage of guns continued to hit every corner of my village.

The footsteps of the running people were clearly heard from outside the house. Only a few minutes of gun contact lasted until finally entering the dawn of time the sound of a firearm eruption was no longer heard. Only the sound of an armored truck could be heard passing through my house.

The next day I found out that the base not far from my house was hit by grenades from the rebels. Some soldiers were injured.

Throughout the day until night they patrol the various corners of the village as a result of the incident last night. Our villages are like a sea of soldiers, their numbers are increasing again and small outposts are also being established in various corners to repel the rebels. The former base on the hill has been used as a post to monitor the movements of the rebels who may return.

Every resident who came in and out of the village was also checked. Their luggage did not escape inspection. What kept us going? Maybe that's the question that's stored in everyone's memory. In this village we were born and raised with simplicity. There were several plots of land and gardens left by Abu Syik before he died.

Do not forget that we are the nobility of Aceh. But our lives do not reflect the luxury of nobles. Just a title that's embedded in our names the rest of our lives just like any other. The most difference I can feel is the respect of the people to Abu and Umi and Abu who are famous for having many rice fields and fields.

From the treasure even Abu and Umi could not ride the Hajj. What an unlucky noble I think. It should be a patch of land or farm if sold will be enough even more for the cost of Hajj but what can be done. No one wants to buy land in our village. In addition to being far from the district, the road is also damaged and there are not many public transportation to get there.

If anyone is selling their land then get ready to receive midnight guests. The rebels will come to ask for funding for the country. So Abu chose not to sell a single piece of his land. Tampa sells though, every harvest will come to ask for rice or rice to the house in the middle of the night. It happened before my brother ran away from the pesantren.

The days are back as usual. We have been in a state of calm for two months. No gun contact or headquarters detonation. For two months the Boss named Rendra was often at my house. No one cares about him. Abu only responded simply for fear of being considered a spy by other citizens.

I left Miftah's house and went on to study. Ten minutes later Miftah had arrived at the lecture and she was sitting next to me. "There's an army in your house." Whisper me so as not to be heard by others.

"Yes, you just found out. Oh yeah I haven't had the chance to tell you that I'm now dating Bang Eko." Miftah answered with a smile.

"Dating?" I don't believe it.

"Yes, once we're done here, we'll get married."

"You sure?"

"Yes, he also talked to my mother and father."

"Keep they agree?"

"He agrees. Which parent wants their child to be a virgin. You don't expect any ordinary man to propose to us. In this village there are no more young men, Cutttt." It was Miftah who made me realize.

It is true that Miftah said that in my village there is no longer a decent young man to marry. There are only two categories of men in my village. The first is a man who already has a grandson or elderly and the second is a man who has a daughter like us.

Did the young man in my village become all rebels? The answer is certainly no. Parents who have a little excess will enter their sons into pesantren in the district. While the young people who do not want to be involved prefer to migrate to the provincial capital or outside the region. Many of them went to Malaysia.

Don't blame us girls for being fascinated with young men in striped clothes. As normal girls of course we would be interested if they started. Like my friend Miftah. Me? No. gabe. I chose to be like this. I leave myself and my soul mate only to the God who created me.

Are we not created in pairs? Why should I be afraid of myself? If God's promise is certain.

I went home as usual but my steps came to a halt at the door when I heard the conversation from inside the house.

"How, sir, Buk, may I propose to you and Mom's daughter?" I was stunned, just this afternoon I spoke to Miftah about this problem because this incident directly happened to me. What was I expecting? Be married? Happy, out of the village, away from the old man? It was all too sudden and I couldn't marry the man who threatened my family's life.

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