Firefields
Sapri's Crazy Idea

The cow BELL at Jauhari school just rang. All students are preparing to end the class. They can't wait to leave class to go home. Sapri then stood up while gesturing to some of his friends. They are members of the school football team.

After telling all the football teams to get together, Sapri immediately went to Zian's class. Inside, Sawitri had just allowed her students to go home. Sapri was forced to just be able to wait outside.

Today, there are two plans that Sapri wants to convey. All football teams know that Zian will be appointed as Patra's replacement.

It's just, he hasn't told Zian. This time, officially and a little coercion of course, Sapri will announce in front of the team members.

There is still one more plan that is very secret and should not be known to others, including Zian.

The plan bears a resemblance to when Sapri invites the football team to steal the school bells and sell them to scavengers. He can't wait to convey the crazy idea that's in his head.

As the students started to walk out of the classroom door, Sapri immediately tried to find Zian and block him.

“Follow me now,” pinta Sapri a little pushy.

There was no other choice, Zian just followed Sapri as he passed through the school hallway to the football field. There, it appeared that several other disciples had already gathered. They sat in a circle on the green grass.

Patra doesn't want to put it off anymore. In front of the team members, Sapri asks, more precisely pointing to Zian as Patra's replacement.

“There is no other option. We talked about this a few days ago. All agreed to appoint you as a replacement for Patra,” Sapri said.

“I can't play football,” Zian dodged.

“Take it easy. We will teach you every day. How?” sapri was waiting for Zian to answer.

Despite the force, Zian finally agreed. “For the sake of Patra, I accept your offer,” replied Zian in a lethargic voice.

“Repeat again. I want to hear you say it with great enthusiasm,” demanded Sapri dissatisfied.

Zian felt like he was being played. However, he still fulfilled Sapri's wish. “For Patra, I'm ready to join the football team.  Win..! Win...! Win..!” zian felt very silly.

Sapri smiled and immediately clapped his hands followed by the other friends.

“As a new member, you can go home first. We will talk about the game strategy for us to train together later,” said Sapri want to continue the very secret talks.

Zian felt relieved after being allowed to go home first. He immediately headed to the parking lot to pick up his bike.

Meanwhile, Sapri invites team members to sit more closely. Although no one else heard, Sapri was careful to keep their conversation safe.

“Yesterday who beat up Patra and finally we have to steal the school bells? tanyakanya.

“Fruit Yudha!” answer them almost simultaneously.

“Last night, Patra almost burned in a clove field because of whom?”

“Fruit Yudha!” This time their answers were in unison.

“We have agreed, one is sick, then all are sick. I plan to burn Yudha's clove fields in return,” said Sapri who made his friends surprised.

“Ide crazy. Looks like you have started to get out of your mind,” said one person who disagreed with the plan.

“You scared? Then, which one of you can help me? No need for all. Three people is enough. The rest prepare kerosene,” said Sapri.

After waiting for a while, and Sapri repeatedly made sure his plan would be safe, Ikbal and Sidik finally agreed to help Sapri.

“Clove fields belong to Yudha much. So, which one do we want to burn?” ask Ikbal.

“We look for the most distant and unsupervised Yudha's men,” replied Sapri telling him his plan.

“When do we start?” ask Sidik.

“Starting today we will watch over Yudha's clove fields. From there I can make a decision. Tomorrow we meet again to decide the time. Remember, lest anyone else know this plan!” sapri reminded his friends.

Meanwhile, since Zian came home late, the Princess could immediately bring the bowl of porridge her mother had just prepared for Patra.

Knowing the Princess was going to bribe him, Patra felt awkward. He stretched out his arm intending to take the bowl from the Princess' hand and eat it himself.

At that time also the owner of the fingers lentic with neat nail pieces that keep the bowl out of Patra's reach.

“His hands are still sick, let me feed,” prevent the Princess and ask Patra to lie back.

The princess did not immediately feed the porridge. He placed a white bowl of porridge on the table near the window. “Wait a minute..” Princess goes to her room and then comes back with a pillow.

Patra knows what the Princess means. He then woke up and let the Princess pile up the pillow he had just brought. When Patra wanted to drop her head on the pillow, the Princess first issued a threatening sentence.

“Awas do not drool..” ledek Putri take a bowl then stir the contents slowly.

Patra grimacing. “Then, the pillow I just hug to be safe,” reply Patra while permeating the remaining fragrance attached to the pillow.

The princess did not answer. He could see his face meet red from the mirror on the table.

Slowly the Princess thrust a spoonful of porridge into Patra's mouth. Although awkward, Patra opened her mouth while looking at the Princess who blushed in embarrassment. Patra's current position makes it easier for the Princess to bribe him.

“Why does sister look at me like that?”

“This, you know. The porridge is sweet as it makes it,” is Patra's goda.

“O, yes? Wait a minute, I say to mom first, she must like to hear brother's praise,” replied the Princess pretending to want to stand up.

“Loh...Put..wait...don't dong,” pinta Patra tilts her body wants to hinder Princess.

The princess likes to see Patra misbehaving. “Tadi said brother who cooked his people's porridge is sweet!”

“So it wasn't you who cooked the porridge?”

The princess shook her head.

Patra limps while fixing her sleeping position. “I'm full,” Patra pretended to sulk when the Princess again held out a spoon to her mouth.

“New two mouthfuls?”

“You alone spent...”

“Ihh... Then I report mom!” princess Threat.

“You're the reporter turned out,” Patra was forced to open his mouth.

“Can I ask you something?”

Patra's heart immediately beat fast. He was wondering what the Princess wanted to ask.

“What's the matter, Put?”

“I wonder why Brother Zian is so concerned with sister?”

Patra smile. He knew right now Zian must be feeling guilty about him. However, he felt the Princess did not need to know the story about them.

“You're also very considerate of me, Put. Thanks, Yes!” Patra Sahut.

Unknowingly, the Princess just played the spoon in the bowl to cause a crashing sound.

“I know the character of Kak Zian. But it doesn't matter if you want to keep it a secret.” The princess stood up and left immediately.

“Put, minute. I'm still hungry lo!” Call Patra. However, the Princess still left him alone with a bowl of porridge on the table.