CUTS
OTKS...

The task of the state made Rendra unable to immediately meet the Abu family. Right now he is in one of the vital objects not far from the city center. His troops were tasked to secure one of the vital objects, a cement factory located near the coast.

Wearing a full uniform coupled with a bulletproof vest, Rendra with the other team carried out strict guard. Security of vital objects is a priority for the current military forces as it worries about events in other districts that make vital objects easy targets for the rebels.

A number of buildings such as the residence dormitory of the police family, the family dormitory of public servants, the detention house and the assets of the detention house in the form of one detention car and one motorcycle unit were burned down. Many important documents were also destroyed in the red whiz.

Their occupation only lasted for 14teen hours. After that they scattered to the residential area after being heavily pounded by TNI-Polri troops by land and air. Civilians are easy targets for bullets coming from both sides.

Military soldiers who do not know clearly where the opponent or the community especially when the contact of weapons occurs certainly can not choose or see properly because the rebels who sometimes do not use uniforms. Unlike the soldiers who always use uniforms to make it easier for them to be recognized and become an easy target for the rebels.

Abu could only sigh in his breath that felt heavier each time he read the news. “Why Abu? Looks like something Abu is thinking.” asked Ridwan who was sitting in the coffee shop.

“News in newspapers are getting worse and worse. Where's your boss going?”

“Back, Ash. It's lunch time. Ash does not eat at home?”

“Already, this again want to drink coffee as well as read the news. If in the store afraid to be seen the same Cut.”

“Oh yes, how is Cut now? Still going to the hospital, right?”

“Alhamdulillah already seen progress although only a little. Slowly, God willing will improve. Just need to pray and do it.”

“Iya, Abu.”

“You didn't have lunch at home?”

“No, Ash. If single like me is more practical to eat at the stall.”

“Married soon! Not good long time single. Your salary is enough to support a wife. Wait what else.”

“Hehehe... have not met his soul mate.”.

“Stupid is already determined but you also have to work. If you are not good at searching, ask for help from Amir. She is good at choosing women.”

“If same Cut, what Ash approve?”

Hugs...

Ash chokes while drinking coffee. “You already know how her condition is so Abu can only advise you to look for another healthy inner born girl. There is no guarantee when Cut will heal. It's a waste if you wait for him. If he is healthy and wants to be with you, Abu is no problem.”

“Seek another girl who can take care of you instead of you taking care of her. Don't waste time waiting for Cut because the ashes themselves don't know when he'll recover. Ashes pray that you may get better from Cut.”

“Amin, thank you Abu.”

Without them noticing, someone sitting not far from their desk joined in to hear the conversation.

“If I can't get you then no other man.”

Days change week but Rendra has not been able to see Abu's family. There he is on duty but his mind goes to Cut. Meanwhile, Cut still continues to follow the therapy and treatment as recommended by the doctor.

They also never again came out after the magrib. Coupled with the situation that is not conducive both in the center and in the villages make every parent worry about the safety of their children. No exception Mak Cek Siti.

Tok.dok....

The sound of knocking on the door surprised Mak Cek Siti's family who were enjoying dinner.

“Who is it?” ask Mr. Cheque Amir.

“Do not open directly, Dad. Intip first.” replied Intan quickly.

Pak Cek Amir followed by Mak Cek Siti and her two children walked slowly to the window in the front room room.

“Male, who is it?” whispered Mr. Cheque.

“Do not know, Dad. Don't just open it. Mamak scared.” reply Mak Cek Siti with a face full of fear. Both of his sons also nodded. That night they all slept in one room.

Terror like this happens very often in times of conflict. Many traders are their target to earn some money. If it is not given then, life becomes a bet. If their arrival is known by the authorities, the merchant will be arrested by the army for helping the rebel forces.

The life of Acehnese people is like a simalakama fruit. If you eat it, you die. If it's not eaten, Dad's dead. So are the traders who were targeted by the rebels for some money.

The next day, Mr. Cek Amir walked towards the store as usual. He was surprised by the news that Ridwan who helped him in the store was being treated in the hospital for being shot by unknown people during magrib.

After asking one of Ridwan's colleagues in the shop next door, Mr. Cek Amir immediately closed the door of the shop that had been partially open. He rushed back home to tell his wife.

That morning, Mr. Cek Amir and his wife rode their motorcycle to the local public hospital to meet Ridwan.

There are already parents from Ridwan and his brother and sister.

“Assalamualaikum, Mr. Hasan.”

“Walaikumsalam, Pak Cek and Mak Cek.”

“How is he doing now? How does the story go about why it was shot? What happened?” tanya Mak Cek Siti panicked. Having experienced something similar is certainly still clearly illustrated in his memory.

“Alhamdulillah, overnight directly operated. The doctor said it was harmless because the bullet only hit his arm. The doctor said it was most likely the target was the chest but it missed. Only the one who hit his arm. Last night my sister's husband told Mr. Cheque's house but he said no one.”

“So that last night was the husband of her brother Ridwan? Forgive us for feeling scared so we did not dare to open the door.” replied Mr. Cheque.

“It's okay. Everyone understands the state of our area like this.”

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