Firefields
Resistance Patra

The fresh air above Sangyang Hill makes Patra's body immediately recover from fatigue. Before deciding to go home, he looked at the expanse of clove trees in the Reservoir Village from a distance.

Although his family no longer had a clove field, like a life to strive for, for him there was no time to indulge in grief. Every day he helped his mother make use of the remaining half-acre of land that had been planted with coconut trees since the beginning.

Sometimes he helps his mother grate the coconut meat to be squeezed into coconut milk. The coconut trees seem to know the reason why they must continue to bear fruit.

When free, Patra climbed a coconut tree and cut dry branches to be processed into brooms for her mother to sell to the market.

The smoke billows from the kitchens of the houses down there are like signals to the stomach. Lazily, Patra jumped down.

While carrying a drink bottle, he carefully ran down Sangyang Hill so as not to slip or hit the trees because he could not stop the speed of his steps.

On a fairly sloping plain, Patra greets people who have started working in the rice fields. Some of the school buildings are also visible in front of it. He turned left, some coconut trees on the side of the road leading him to the back of his house.

Patra's footsteps stopped. He was surprised to find his sister curled up crying near the coconut tree that had just been cut down.

"You're scolded by mom again?" probing Patra recalls his sister's mischievous behavior.

Sometimes Patra was upset because her sister often acted like she was in the morning. It is difficult to be told to take a shower, have breakfast, or secretly play with fire in the kitchen. That's when his mother was often angry when his sister denied when reprimanded.

Patra didn't let her sister cry alone. “Quick up,” orders Patra bent her back to her sister.

However, there was no reaction from his sister. Patra finally looked back. With a frightened face her sister shook her head and refused when Patra forced to carry from the front.

His sister's attitude astonished Patra. He doesn't usually behave like that. All this time his sister did not want to be carried only when she felt happy. Like wanting to enjoy pleasure without the help of others.

However, when sad to surround, he needs help to pass it together. Patra failed to ease her sister's cries. The sun was getting higher, at a glance he saw the pump well was waiting.

Cold water will make the body fresher. The more delayed, he will miss breakfast to not be late to school. Seeing her sister still crying, Patra immediately wanted to tell her mother.

When he arrived at the pump well, Patra immediately stopped his steps. It was like hearing her mother's sobbing. Isn't it too early to fight? Thought Patra. He was also angry with his father.

There were still many other jobs that could be completed in the morning and become chaotic every time they fought. There was no breakfast. No pocket money for school. There's no laughter. There's not everything.

Patra turned to watch her sister still curled up under the coconut tree. It's fitting that he doesn't want to be invited into the house, Patra thought he didn't realize what was going on.

His mother's sobs were heard clearly coming from the yard. Patra came to the voice. While settling, his back is attached to the wall of the house that has not been coated by cement.

He peeks. Patra's heart was pounding when she saw her mother lying on the ground. Patra's knee grew limp when he learned what had happened. Six burly men were kicking his father's stomach repeatedly.

In a few moments, Patra had no idea what to do. Her mother's cry cut her ears. He couldn't hold himself back for long. The problem was, their numbers were too many, let alone their bodies were stocky and stocky.

Fighting is something terrible for Patra. If there is a chance to avoid it, Patra chooses to leave even if it is said to be cowardly. However, what was happening in front of him made his heart ache.

That axe. Yeah, that axe! I'll scare them. That was all that came to his mind.

The sharpness of the ax has been tested by time because it was always honed by his father to split wood every day.

Once swinging, the dry wood tree trunk will split into two parts. Without delaying any longer, Patra quickly grabbed the axe handle and removed it from the log.

Patra was silent for a while to convince herself. He gathered all his courage, took a deep breath until he was finally ready to face the men.

"Stopian..!" yell Patra. He approached his mother while carrying an axe. The sunlight made the axe's eyes sparkle. Patra could see the look on the faces of those people were shocked.

“Build, Mom. Quickly hide,” pinta Patra.

“Do not, Son. You can get hurt,” his mother warned as she held Patra's arm.

“Take it easy, Mom. Patra will be fine!”

With all the courage Patra had, he stepped his foot. However, unlike expected, those people did not take a step back. They were prepared to welcome him with passion. Their rough fingers clenched strongly.

Wet bitch, thought Patra. He was also desperate to hunt the man who kicked his father's stomach earlier. Patra's mother's voice screamed. While his father tried to prevent. However, futile.

Patra's pace of hunting was like dribbling towards the goal. His leg muscles stretched strong, his steps darting fast. Patra's gaze targeted one of them.

"I have to scare them. Enough of one person, they will definitely leave" Patra said in his heart.

Only two more steps left, Patra strengthened the grip of her palm on the axe handle. However, he had no experience in fighting. He had not expected his attack to be so easily broken by the opponent.

As Patra swung the axe, the man swiftly dodged to the side and immediately thrust a very hard counter-kick into Patra's abdomen.

"Bukk!"

Patra grimacing. Be ill. He was silent. Breathing's tight. His eyes were twitching. His sight became dark. A few seconds later the axe in his hand slid down to the ground. Patra collapsed immediately.

"Patra..!" "Mirraa..!" his mother screamed and soon caught up with her sprawled child.

Two of them swiftly confronted Patra's mother. They advanced slowly while laughing loudly. Patra's mother had no other choice, fighting back would only add to the pain she had received since.

Before the two men got closer, her mother Patra immediately turned and ran hiding the fear into her husband's arms.

"If your coconut garden doesn't want us to confiscate, just prepare the money. Tomorrow we'll be back" said one of the men who had a face like he never smiled for years.