Firefields
There's a Ninja in the Clove Farm

WHILE Patra was finishing her meal, Mat Yusi walked into the hut with an empty sack.

His large tall body was forced to bow its head as it passed through the door. At least Patra did not find any strangeness in Mat Yusi, except for the dagger tucked in his waist.

Akh, I also often slip a machete to the waist while looking for firewood on Sangyang hill. Patra tried not to think. If his face is like a Chinese citizen, Patra has heard from his father's story.

"Later you continue picking on the clove tree yesterday" Mat Yusi said.

For Patra, taking care of clove flowers is not a complicated thing. He knew how not to damage the last leaf near the clove flower.

If the leaves are picked, it will interfere with the growth of the next shoots. Only reddish-yellow clove flowers with the flower head still closed can be picked.

Such is. Every time the harvest season came, every boy would catch up with his father harvesting clove flowers.

Patra used to be like that. The clove flower of the harvest will be taken care of by the girls with their mothers. They are in charge of drying clove flowers in the home court.

If there was not enough space, they would hang it along the road in their village. In a matter of days, every corner of the village will be crowded by the smell of cloves.

"Mr alone here?" Patra doesn't feel like she's just quiet. He then tidied up the dry fish dish and cupped another plate on it.

"Yes.," replied Mat Yusi while tearing the sack with a dagger tucked in his waist.

The glint of the dagger in Mat Yusi's hand made Patra's heart rustle. The bottom of the sack that was still attached was then torn into two pieces in just one jolt.

The same horror was felt when it came to knowing the many sharp weapons inside the hut. Just next to the P3K box, there are trident, reyung, stick, sickle and even katana neatly arranged.

Everything stuck to the wall with a hook between the little nails. Patra hasn't got a reason why Mat Yusi kept all those guns.

With forced courage, Patra asked the reason why Mat Yusi was under the hut and what all the weapons were for.

"Because you've been part of this clove field, then one by one I'll tell you. But after you finish praying," Mat Yusi filed a condition.

Patra immediately finished his meal and went to fetch water from a large bucket next to the hut.

Mat Yusi shifted his seat, giving Patra room to pray. After everything was done, the dagger had been tucked back in Mat Yusi's waist. Patra then turned her body and sat back down cross-legged.

"I was looking for a way to tighten guard" Mat Yusi said, arguing why he was under the hut.

"There ever was a burglar in, sir?"

Mat Yusi opened the lid of the pot and plucked some yam and placed it on an empty plate. He shaved the warm tea he had just made during Patra's prayer. Then he invited Patra to come out, sitting on a bamboo chair while carrying sweet potatoes and warm tea for the two of them.

"Sometimes they lurk from behind the clove trees while waiting for me to let my guard down." Mat Yusi recounted seeing people dressed as ninjas, covering their heads with sarongs and roaming the clove fields.

"They always come in groups, sometimes three to five."

"Have they ever succeeded?"

"They came not to steal, but to burn the fields."

"Burning!!?" Patra.

"Unfortunately I haven't caught any of them yet. At that time I was busy turning off the fire that began to grow. Fortunately, only three trees were burned. When I wanted to chase, those people had already fled," recalls Mat Yusi recalling the events he had experienced while in the clove field.

Patra's speechless. Little by little his worries towards Mat Yusi started to diminish.

"Yourselves, why did you get here?"

Patra's turn was awkward. He doesn't know where to start. He saw Mat Yusi look delicious chewing yam.

While looking loosely at the puddle of the reservoir over there, Patra began to recount all the events that had happened to him three days ago. He showed the footprints that were still flushed on his stomach.

"Yudha's husband has moved his rotten business to another village!" Mat Yusi's voice seemed to be holding back angrily.

"I mean, Father?"

"Yudha and Jauhari are no longer working together. Perhaps Yudha felt the profit from the sale of cloves was reduced. He then became a loan shark."

Mat Yusi told me everything he knew. Including when Jauhari warned residents not to be trapped by Yudha's persuasion pretending to offer help. Since then, Yudha has ignited the flames of hostility because she feels her business is being hindered.

"Yesterday they forced my father to work for him.”

“Lantas?” mat Yusi's turn was curious.

“Basic bastard...,” furious Mat Yusi “Eh. Afraid you're misinterpreting,” bright Mat Yusi chuckled.

Patra laughed. “At first they thought my father came with no money. Yudha's conjecture was wrong and berated the father for going straight to leave him.”

“Good! The more people like your father, Yudha will be eliminated by itself.”

"Lantas the people who..," Patra hesitantly continued his words.

Mat Yusi looked at Patra. "The one who burned the fields, you mean? If so, our minds are the same. Unfortunately there was no evidence yet," Mat Yusi's palm clenched.

"That means we have to catch one of them?"

Mat Yusi put on a serious face. Patra was a little nervous and realized his mistake.

"I mean, you're the one who caught him" Patra pointed to Mat Yusi

Mat Yusi's laughter made Patra's face flushed red. "I don't think you can't do it. However, courage alone is not enough. If Jauhari had allowed me to compel Yudha's men, I assure you they would have admitted it."

"Didn't their confession end up being evidence?" Patra agreed that Mat Yusi would make the calculations immediately.

"You know what Jauhari said when I said it? He said that any good person would admit guilt if tortured and forced."

"That means Yudha and his men cannot be stopped, at least in the near future" Patra said.

Debbie…

As long as they were conversing, the sound of the sound of a gunshot of the wind sounded not far from where they were resting. Mat Yusi chuckled as Zian emerged from behind the clove trees.

"For example, Mr. Police. Don't shoot me, '" Mat Yusi raised both his hands with a terrified expression and a clear voice.

Patra was astonished to see the silliness of Mat Yusi who was completely unexpected. It was hard for Patra to hold back the laughter of seeing Mat Yusi acting like that.

However, Patra does not yet know the big secret behind Mat Yusi's cuteness. Later his consciousness will be faced with two choices, restore the fear that originally stalked, or smother him with courage.

After putting down the basket he was carrying, Zian pointed the rifle towards the two of them in turn.

"There's always a reason why people can still laugh when they find themselves at gunpoint" Zian said, scaring and it made Patra's face tense. Pale.

"Hey.heiii. What if the bullet got Patra? Different when it comes to my body," Mat Yusi keceplosan.

Zian's turn laughed at Patra's deathly pale. He dropped the rifle and approached the two of them. "Just relax, his body is immune to bullets," Zian told Patra without feeling anything to hide.

Patra turned to Mat Yusi as if asking for an answer.

"Don't believe it." replied Mat Yusi many times as Zian continued to corner him before Patra.

After Zian handed over the plastic wrap containing the food, there was secretly a tinge of disappointment on Patra's face for not the Princess carrying it.

"Now I want to learn how to play the merfolk," Zian pinta climbed straight up the stairs of the hut and then re-captured the merfolk in his hand.

"I think Patra also needs to learn martial arts." Zian glanced at Patra who was still harboring confusion.

"He came here to work, Zian."

"I originally came here to shoot birds, too" Zian insisted. “You said yourself, men should be able to defend their honor.”

Mat Yusi silently thought of something. "If Patra has finished a clove tree, she can only take part in training" Mat Yusi proposed.

Patra herself was unsure of everything she had just heard. During this time, Zian was not seen as a person who had martial abilities. At the very least, occasionally showing off punches or kicks to his friends at school.

Mat Yusi smiled seeing Patra directly grab her bucket back. He could feel an urgent force into Patra's body. Such a hot power, like a blob of fire ready to burn.

You'll get it. Mat Yusi promised in his heart.

From the top of the stairs, Patra occasionally noticed Mat Yusi was swinging a mermaid. With agility the mermaid rotated alternately around Mat Yusi's body.

Patra was even more amazed when he saw a mermaid in Mat Yusi's hand wrapped around his stomach and then moved past his arm and greeted through under his armpit with his other palm. Zian's turn mimicking Mat Yusi, he just grimaced in pain as the reyung landed on his own head.

Patra laughs. But after that he insisted he did not want to watch Zian train. He faced another corner and again picked the clove flowers.

Patra secretly imagined the pain she received would be avenged. The shadow of the temple appeared again. There was courage in his body. Dada Patra whirring. Vengeances.