I'm Young Wife
2. Escape Plan

Nadia treats Rahmat's wounds, who was beaten by Bondan's men. Nadia painstakingly applied the cream over the visible wound. Grace silently observed her son with a difficult-to-understand look.

Grace is disappointed in herself. As a father, he failed to be a good father to Nadia. Even he himself who had brought the child he should have protected became threatened with his life.

Everyone in this village knows who Juragan Bondan is. Middle-aged man who even though he already has a wife but still likes snacks outside. But if to satisfy her sheer lust was easy for her to do, why would she have to ruin the future of a girl who was the same age as her child?

Rahmat believes Nadia's life in Bondan's house in the future will not be as beautiful as what the women who often dream of being the wife of the richest man in her village.

In the rice fields, Grace often heard widows, mothers and even girls who aspired to be one of the wives of the Bondan Scouts. They say surely their lives will be happy because they live in a treasure that people say does not run out of seven derivatives. But is that happiness enough with just abundant treasure?

According to most people in small villages like Nadia village it is true. Treasure is an indication of happiness. People whose wealth will be cherished and respected. They are respected like a king. People who have economies below the poverty line are considered the lowest among the population. Insulted and reviled that they must accept.

Living in a village that is still conservative and has difficulty making a living makes people compete to collect property in various ways. Many girls in the village are no longer virgins. And who else would have done it if it wasn't the Bondan and his minions who had taken their chastity.

Even some girls are willing to come to the Bondan master's office to offer their bodies in exchange for some money with the proclamator's picture. The price of virginity is very low in the eyes of people who lack knowledge.

But Grace always teaches his children and his wife that happiness lies in the contentment of every human heart. Nadia is always taught to be satisfied with what is achieved with her own efforts.

"I'm sorry Mr. Nadia" the word came out breaking the silence that struck.

"Why are you sorry?." Nadia sighs. He knew his father felt guilty about him. Marriage is not a simple thing. Even Nadia was forced to marry people who were twice her age. It's really not something trivial.

"Actually I borrowed money from a Bondan loanman to charge your mother in the hospital." Nadia flinching. Now he knows what makes Juragan Bondan can do that far. Bondan's spell is cruel. But if he didn't make trouble with her, he wouldn't make trouble either.

"It's okay, father. Everything is for the sake of mother." said Nadia while continuing to compress the bruises on Grace's body with warm water so that the pain was reduced.

"But even so your mother could not survive. Now I'm sorry I ever borrowed from Bondan."

"Mother died it's been the fate of Mister's mother. If the mother is still alive, the mother is not necessarily as healthy as before. Mother is now even free from the pain that has been tormenting her for years, sir."

"You're right, son. It turns out that this father's son is an adult." Grace gently caressed Nadia's black mane.

It has been two years Jamilah, wife of Rahmat suffered from kidney failure. Their family property that is not how little by little drained for the cost of Jamilah who had to go back and forth dialysis.

After two years of fighting his illness, three months ago Jamilah's body dropped and returned to hospitalization in the city hospital. Doctors recommend a kidney transplant. It just so happens that there is a kidney donor that matches Jamilah.

With great expectations, Rahmat finally ventured to borrow money from Bondan. The leech in his notorious village.

It was unthinkable for Grace how she could repay a debt far above her ability. Thirty million is not a little money for a village man like himself. Moreover, his job is just a building porters and shavings.

But after undergoing a kidney transplant, Jamilah state is not better than before. Jamilah even got complications after that, until one week ago Jamilah breathed his last.

Nadia, who is now a semester Four majoring in PGSD at one of the state universities in Jakarta, was forced to take leave due to the death of her mother.

Nadia went to college on a scholarship. And to make ends meet while in the city, Nadia worked as a cafe waitress after returning from her campus.

While in the city, Nadia only focused on studying and working. So that he does not know his friends. He could not even enjoy the teenage years like students in general who like to hang out in the cafeteria or participate in events held by the campus or student organizations there.

Nadia's life is monotonous. Depart to campus directly to class or to the library if there is free time. He was also more happy to bring provisions than to buy food in the cafeteria. That's what he did to save his living expenses.

Nadia's only friend in town is Deby. A classmate and also a workplace with him. He was the only one who knew the burden of life that Nadia had to bear.

But as for the matter now, Nadia decided to keep the meetings to herself. It makes no difference if he shares his story with his best friend. There is even a sense of pity that might cause guilt from a very good friend because it is impossible to help Nadia out of her problems.

Nadia is famous hick and weird on campus. Her pretty face was covered with a geeky appearance and her village. He doesn't care what others say about his appearance. He is a village boy. So he never got angry being made fun of like that.

Deby was the one who always defended him from the interference of underworked students who like to bully Nadia. Deby has always been Nadia's shield if there's any student julid on her.

"You need to get out of here, son." Grace thinks that's the only way her son's future is saved.

"If I go. You're gone too." Nadia held her father's arm.

"No son. If we go both, I don't think it'll work."

"No sir. We're gonna get out of this village together. We're going to get as far away from here. We're going to a faraway town. I'll find a job there. We start our lives together there." There's no way he's going back to Jakarta. Bondan's men would have easily guessed if they were there.

"Father is more willing to languish in the bars than marry you to Bondan."

"Mother must not speak like that. Nadia won't let you go to jail. Let's get ready."

Nadia stood up and put her clothes and her father's clothes into each other's bags because they looked at not having many clothes. They also had no valuables to carry. Only clothes and photos of their families can be counted on one finger.

Grace watches her child preparing. He hopes his son is safe. He himself was not sure he could get out of this village because his body was weak and his path was limping because of Bondan's hard kick on his leg bones.

Nadia and Rahmat sneak through the back door of their house at midnight. They left like a thief who had managed to steal with that stuffed into the two bags that Grace and Nadia were carrying with great difficulty.

Both of them dizzy to observe around so that no one noticed their departure.

Good thing can't be achieved, poor can't be denied. It turns out that their movement was already known by one of Bondan's men.

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