Love In War
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The light of the full moon shines brightly adorning the dense star-studded night in space.

The roar of wild animals from the direction of the dense forest was heard to enter the corners of the village. Make the feathers anyone bristles when they hear these sounds.

From the bottom of the house. The sound of bamboo sticks echoed throughout the village.

"What's up, huh?" ask Faridah. Four girls rushed out of the house.

I stopped recording the reports while joining them. Exit to 'lego-lego' saw some villagers who walked hand in hand while banging bamboo sticks.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I approached Grandma Base who was looking up, watching the full moon.

"Iyyena wettunna," he murmured.

I was about to ask, but I didn't listen to her order to stay home and not go anywhere.

"Grandma's going there for a minute."

What's the matter, actually? Is there a village event? Was the wedding party not over yet?

All sorts of questions raged in my memory.

The night is getting late. The clink of the clock rings at the number twelve. Grimaced as the pain whipped my stomach. Heartburn.

"Dad, wake!" The woman just squirms.

"Synthia, Faridah, Inayah. Wake up! Accompany me. My stomach hurts."

I tried to wake them many times, but they just muttered. No one opened their eyes.

I had to go alone. The fate of living in a village that does not provide public toilet facilities. Everyone who wants to defecate should go to ***** or dig a hole on their own.

After completing the hajat, and cleaning myself in the river I also stepped away. Not a few meters of my feet rested, suddenly a sound came from inside the nipah tree.

With great curiosity, I forced myself to enter the nipah tree on the riverbank, using a flashlight as a light, highlighting each tree, there was nothing.

But when he was about to turn his body to turn around, suddenly the sound of tree branches from behind entered into my tympanic membrane. Looking back, weeding the tree deeper. The reflex foot movement stopped, two meters from me looked a figure with a buffalo head eating the animal's intestines like a dog was eating noodles with canine teeth.

I held my mouth when the nausea whipped. Slowly my feet are back. Almost swearing when this foot accidentally stepped on a tree branch to make a sound.

As soon as I raised my face, the creature was already in front of my face. Scrutinizing my body with her blue eyes, made me even more frightened. The cold sweat slowly soaked every inch of my body even my feet were hard to pin down. Lips are too weak to say a word.

My eyes reflexively closed along with the clear water that fell as the creature rubbed my face with its hairy hands filled with blood.

"NORTH."

A few steps sounded towards here.

It was like hearing a whisper before my body collapsed on the ground.

"Astagfirullahaladzim, Ra." That was the last word I heard before the darkness struck me.

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"Where is this?" Frowning when I saw that I was at home, I didn't know where.

Some women seem to be busy in the plantation area. The sound of roaring moans made my step towards the source of the sound.

My eyes widened at the sight of a woman being tortured by some foreign man.

The woman's hands were tied and hung on a pole. The kebaya clothes he was wearing also look disheveled and torn in some parts, even his face was bruised, although I could not see clearly the real face of the woman.

Seeing that sight made my heart scream in pain. But, strangely enough I couldn't help even touching it.

A foreign man dressed in army clothes approached and untied the rope of the dying woman using a knife.

The man clutched the woman's body." We're gonna get out of here."

"They'll hurt you if they find out."

"I don't care."

Without waiting for the woman's approval, the man rushed to hold her and stepped out of the room.

The man's face. I've seen it, but where? Who her?

Until the sound of bombs was heard blaring all over the place, making me jerk in shock.

I immediately ran out of the room, everyone seemed panicked by running to and fro. Smoke billowed in the air. Several men with green berets were seen exchanging fire with some hiding from behind trees.

What's this really about? And why am I here? Where's my pals?

Not had time to answer the question suddenly heard the sound of screaming from behind the tree that said 'attack'.

I who was still unmoved on the spot immediately stepped away from there.

Closing my mouth with both hands, my eyes wide open, as I headed towards the backyard, human corpses were already scattered everywhere.

Looking up when I heard a sound coming into my eardrum.

The man in the army uniform seemed to be walking in a hurry. I who had been overwhelmed with curiosity also rushed to follow their steps, until I arrived at a basement.

An old man with a whisker curled over his lips looked agitated while pacing back and forth.

His face was red, staring at the two men in front of him in a language that I did not understand, what they were saying.

The old man smashed through the table before him with a forward-looking gaze.

I tried to digest what they were talking about, even though I didn't know which country they were from and what language they were speaking.

I try to remember if I missed any information. Does this have anything to do with the past?

If, yes. Then…

Is this the age of occupation? But I've never read of this happening in history.

Before the puzzle in my brain was solved suddenly the sound of the shot was heard again.

I'm gonna get out of that basement. I need to quickly figure out what's really going on and why am I in this age?

Breaking into the wilderness, reminded me of my friends. Where are they and what are they doing? Are they stuck in this age?

My steps stopped, I sharpened my eyes when I saw that on the green grass there was a drop of blood. Whose blood?

I immediately stood up and ran more and more into the wilderness when I heard the sound.

A man is seen running with his legs limping while holding a woman in his hands. It seems the man was shot.

I followed him until the man boarded a fishing boat. He was assisted by an old father, putting the woman in the boat.

I don't want to lose track of him, I'm behind him. The man lovingly continued muttering strengthening the woman in his arms.

"Please hold on." His voice shakes withstanding the crying.