Firefields
Night Wail

The night BREEZE still left the smoke of the clove fields burning. In the reservoir there, the fields that were full of fire had already been turned into traces of ash. Scrolls of smoke had already flown high leaving wounds and embers of fire left in the Jauhari clove fields.

After handing Patra over to Jauhari's house, Mat Yusi hastily returns to the clove fields in search of Sabran.

Arriving at the reservoir, people who had been busy extinguishing the fire turned out to have returned to their respective homes.

However, some people still appeared to be on guard from a distance as the rest of the embers had not been extinguished completely. None of them saw Sabran return to the reservoir.

For a while Mat Yusi just sat there staring at the calm water of the reservoir. Before deciding to return to the house of Jauhari, Mat Yusi drowned his body in the water reservoir.

There's a creeping thing. He let his body more and more cold until the sweat and dirt on his body is completely clean. He drowned his body once more to dissolve the cries he had been crying from earlier.

It is not easy for Mat Yusi to accept the reality of clove fields that he has been caring for full energy and the mind burned up in a short time.

After his crying subsided and his body felt refreshed, Mat Yusi followed to Jauhari house, he hoped that everyone he wanted to meet would gather there.

"So Sabran didn't come here?" mat Yusi asked when meeting Zian was gathering with his friends in the yard.

"We think you're going with him, exactly" Zian said.

Mat Yusi avoided Zian's gaze, and turned his face into the house. The door is still wide open. Several people were seen chatting with Jauhari in the company of his wife. "What about Patra?

"He was sleeping in my room. Just come in, do I need company?" bring Zian.

Inside the whitewashed room, Mat Yusi meets Patra's parents. Mat Yusi knew, the sad face mixed with fatigue was holding back sleepiness.

"When he woke up he said your name," said Wijan shifting the chair he was sitting in so that Mat Yusi could get close to his son.

"I shouldn't have left him alone" lamented Mat Yusi.

"Already, Mat. He wants to stay at your place" Wijan does not want the atmosphere back murky. Earlier, when he arrived at Jauhari's house, his wife did not stop blaming Mat Yusi. Jauhari himself was unable to make his wife stop screaming despite having apologized many times.

"You should sleep, let me take care of him" suggested Mat Yusi.

Patra's mother's face suddenly tensed up as if holding something in her chest.

"Whatdidyou say? Guarding? Did I not hear wrong?" She could no longer resist regurgitating her emotions in front of Mat Yusi even though her husband had gestured through the headband.

"Outside a lot of people are taking care of Patra. So you better rest your mom and dad. We can keep it in shifts" replied Mat Yusi

"I don't care who's gonna take care of Patra, as long as it's not you!" tuding Patra's mother.

"Easy, Mom. Let's go to bed first" Wijan asked to reassure his wife.

"Before he leaves, I won't sleep!"

That little commotion woke Patra up. He was in pain when he moved his hand.

"If you don't raise your voice, he won't wake up" Wijan blamed his wife.

Patra's mother's face pouted when her son actually returned to mention the name Mat Yusi.

 “Your mother and father are here, son. If you need something just say it,” said his mother Patra deliberately in a rather loud voice so that Mat Yusi did not approach his son.

The attitude of his mother Patra makes Mat Yusi reflect back on the speech of Dul Sanif.

Although Patra's events have no connection to his past, people out there don't always need a reason to blame him. At times, emotions can spark their reasoning.

Mat Yusi chooses to leave Patra with his parents. He didn't want to make the situation worse. For him, now was to prepare everything so that Jauhari was unsuspecting when he had to leave the village for a long time.

As Mat Yusi steps away, his mother Patra continues to persuade him to go back to sleep. But Patra still mentions the name Mat Yusi. Without his wife's consent, Wijan calls Mat Yusi back.

With the eyes still blurred, plus a bandage on the right eye makes Patra difficult to recognize the people around him. When he heard the name Mat Yusi mentioned, he immediately turned his head.

With a piercing look in his eyes, his mother Patra let Mat Yusi close in.

 “You should go back to sleep,” advice Mat Yusi does not want to linger talking to Patra.

Unbeknownst to Mat Yusi, his mother Patra continued to sneer with a troubled mouth mimicking all of Mat Yusi's speech without making a sound.

"A, a. I managed to injure one of them. One day I could have done better" whispered Patra promising something.

Mat Yusi was surprised. He noticed a hint of hope in Patra's eyes. He could not imagine the end if everyone began to learn to take care of their own grudges.

“Let's continue again. You have to heal first,” whispered Mat Yusi and immediately left Patra.

"Is Sapri here too?" Patra grimaced in pain as she turned to the open door of the room, her neck stiff and painful.

Unasked, guilt makes Zian want to do more for Patra. He immediately met Sapri who was still in the yard with his friends.

Zian's voice surprised Sapri who seemed engrossed in talking about something. This time there was something different with Sapri, his face was no longer swollen.

While still insisting on not marrying the Jingah tree, her mother said she had met her biological father through a dream.

His mother then suggested that Sapri pick Jingah leaves to be used as a medicinal herb like his father said. The herb is to be applied to the face. It was painful but managed to make Sapri's face healed.

When he decided to go home from the reservoir to extinguish the fire, Sapri deliberately invited his friends to gather at Zian's house to talk about potential successor Patra.

Although they had a fierce debate until their heads were dizzy, none of the names that deserved to replace Patra's skill in playing football.

"What if he?" point out Sapri spontaneously in a soft voice before leaving his comrades with faces of disbelief. Everyone at school knows Zian never played football. Sapri's decision made the other comrades overwhelmed with a feeling of wonder.

"What do you mean by pointing at me?" Zian was curious as he passed Sapri in front of the door.

"I said you were good at shooting. Am I wrong?" Sapri smiled as he showed his forefinger resembling a gun to Zian's face.

"Dorr…!" sapri said impatiently waiting for the time to come.