Legends of All Time
Chapter 7 - Let's Start the Introduction Once More
"They're back! Alvin, Drian, and Angel are back!" shouted one of the villagers.
Arriving at the village border, people immediately greeted us for reasons I did not know.
"Why are they?" my many.
"Come," replied Drian.
"Thankfully you are back safely" said the Village Chief who seemed happy and moved to see our arrival.
"This is what the hell? Lebay is very." I was still amazed by the pretty good reception.
Gary's uncle Angel's father suddenly came up to me and hit me on the head.
"Basin' bad boy! Wherever you take my daughter, haaa ...!"
"Eh? Father Mer .. I mean Uncle. No need to worry. I've always taken care of Angel with all my body." I was about to let go of calling Uncle Gary Father-in-Law.
"What did you just say?" ask Daddy Mer .. I mean Uncle Gary with a furious look.
"say what? Didn't say anything. Uncle was wrong time." I'm trying to dodge.
Not long ago, Aunt Septi; her mother Drian, and Aunt Nur; her mother Angel, they suddenly came and immediately embraced Drian and Angel.
"Drian, you're okay, right?" aunt Septi asked while hugging Drian tightly.
"Please, Mom. Safe really," replied Drian.
Drian used to call her mother by the call of Mother. Understand it, the village.
The villagers called her Mama. Less is more that what Drian always said.
Bibi Nur also looks very happy when hugging Angel tightly.
Meanwhile, I could only look at the moment with a happy look mixed with sadness because no one would hug me like them.
"Do you also need a hug?" uncle Gary asked as he spread out his arms, like he wanted to take a hug.
"No .. thank you," I said.
Plaque!
Uncle Gary suddenly hit me on the head.
"Why the hell, Uncle?" I screamed while holding onto Uncle Gary's punch.
"It's a waste of me worrying about you" said Uncle Gary, then continued, "But I'm so glad you're back safely. You've been gone for a week. I thought something bad happened to you."
"Where is possible ... did Uncle forget how strong I am?"
"After all, a parent can never release his child into the outside world without worry, even if the child is able to fight against the whole world."
"Kids? What does that mean ..."
"Don't expect me to give you my daughter!" Uncle Gary instantly cut in, before I even finished talking.
"Chih ...." I grumbled.
Apparently, that makes the villagers to welcome our return in such a way because they are all worried about us, considering we have not been home for approximately one week since we first left for the city.
Although actually the villagers already know how strong and great we are in fighting, but strangely they are still worried.
Maybe that's what we call parental love.
"Who are you bringing?" Mr. Village Chief asked about the children of the orphanage we brought.
"Oh, Mr. Village Chief, I intend to invite them to stay here. They had already experienced many bad things while living in the city. That's why I want them to be able to live more peacefully here" I replied.
"So so," muttered the Village Chief, then nodded at Bu Ratih, the guardian mother of the orphanage.
Bu Ratih also nodded at the Village Chief.
I don't know why they nod their heads like that. Maybe it was a form of greeting or something.
Oh, aye. I just found out the name of the caretaker's mother on my way back to the village.
After that, the Village Chief immediately ordered some people to cut down trees in the forest to build a house that would be inhabited by Bu Ratih and the children of the orphanage.
As long as the house is built, the orphanage children will live temporarily in the house of the Village Chief.
...
The next morning, I, Drian, and Angel, along with Uncle Gary, Uncle Santoso, Bibi Nur, and Aunt Septi, visited the Village Chief's house to discuss some matters.
Santoso's uncle is Drian's father. Yesterday he did not welcome our return because he was in town selling crops.
"Where's what?" tanyaku who was sitting at the same time with the Village Chief, Uncle Gary, Uncle Santoso, and Drian, while Angel, Bibi Nur, Aunt Septi, and Bu Ratna, they sat in different chairs.
"Where in town? A lot of pretty girls aren't there?" tanya Bu Village Head.
"Beautiful girls are many, but Angel is still number one at heart." I answered him with confidence.
As soon as I said that, Angel immediately blushed in embarrassment, while the village chief Bu, Bibi Nur, Aunt Septi, until Bu Ratna just laughed, as well as Uncle Gary, Mr. Village Chief, he said, until Uncle Santoso.
"Sa ae lu, Vin, Vin ...," murmured Drian.
"Yeeee. It's just a pity .. My love has to clap one hand."
"Keep your spik-spik mulu." Drian kept nagging me.
"Have you done it," said the Village Chief, then asked, "What is it about gathering here?"
I then reached out and took out the savings book from my pocket.
"Sir Village Chief, we want to give this to the development and development of the village."
"No need, Vin. That's your hard work. You must use it" said the Village Chief Bu.
"Create ...? Lots of money," my god.
Bu Village Chief looks rather curious, as well as Mr. Village Chief.
"Here look."
At the sight of the passbook I gave, the Village Chief suddenly fell silent while .. ah, what yes, his name .. gawking ... Bu Village Chief suddenly kept silent while gawking.
The money in my savings amounted to approximately two hundred thousand gale.
The money is a combination of our income during the mission and money belonging to the group Thoriq given to the children of the orphanage.
Previously, Ms. Ratna entrusted and gave the compensation money they received from the Thoriq group to us.
At first we tried to refuse, but Ms Ratna still insisted on giving us the money.
Ms. Ratna said it was us who should have gotten the money. They feel very happy just by getting our kindness.
We also could not refuse it at last.
"This is real, Vin? Didn't you add the zero yourself?"
"Yes, ma'am, don't add it yourself" I said.
Bu Village Chief then looked at each other with Pak Village Head.
"From the beginning, we have been committed to setting aside some of our income for village development. We want the whole village to have a more decent life. We hope that the money we get now and then can be used to build the village" I said trying to convince them.
Bu Village Chief suddenly seemed moved, as well as Mr. Village Head.
"We were also quite surprised when they talked about this with us. We are so proud that our children think of such a thing. Wouldn't it be best not to reject their kindness, Mr Village Chief?" said Uncle Gary who tried to convince Mr. Village Chief.
"I don't know what to say, but I'm really grateful. I'm proud of you, Alvin, Drian, Angel. I'm really proud to have children like you" said Mr. Village Chief.
"I'm happy too, sir," I said.
...
When I was five years old, my father died in an accident while transporting crops from the fields, and my mother followed a year later due to severe illness.
Since the age of six, I've been living alone.
I was able to continue to survive thanks to the villagers lovingly taking care of me.
They are the ones who feed me every day. They were the ones who took care of me when I was sick. They continued to pay their full attention to me like their own children.
From then on, I determined that one day I should repay their kindness.
Day after day I went through hard training, accompanied by Drian and Angel.
At first, they just wanted to accompany me to practice, but over time it became a routine.
Since I am currently a mercenary and can make money on my own, I am determined to raise as much money as possible to advance the village, along with all the people in it. I did it in return for my love for those who have lovingly cared for me all this time.
Let's start the introduction once again.
I'm Alvin. I'm 18 years old. I was an orphan living and growing up in a small village of twenty heads of families called Florida.
This is my story, a story that makes my name immortalized in the frame of the long history of the journey of mankind, and my way of life is used as a role model for the next generations.
This is also a story that makes my name written in gold ink on the highest peak that can not be equated with any human.