Love In War
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"Why did you knock down the hut?"

"To leave a trace."

"meaning?"

"Rather than asking a lot of questions, you better help us."

I snatched, but did not mind helping him clean up the rubble of the hut building. After all the tracks were removed, which was somehow to remove them, we started to travel.

I don't know how many kilometers we have walked, entering the wilderness is not necessarily direction.

Cold sweat soaked my body. The pain in my heart is becoming more and more.

"Are you okay?"

I shook my head as I sat myself down on the weeds with a roar of breath rising and falling.

"Major!"

Aldert. Walk quickly towards me.

"Are you, okay?"

Shoving head. "It looks like my maag relapsed."

I have an acute ulcer, which sometimes comes on late meals.

"Get it!" The man told me to go up to his back.

"no need. I can still walk."

Not scratching my words, he held me, which suddenly made me glare at my eyes.

"What are you doing? Put me down."

"Be quiet! Or you'll fall."

There is nothing I can do but surrender, my body is also tired and sick to my heart.

I blinked my eyes. I don't know when I fell asleep. Lean your back on a towering wooden tree.

In front of me was a bonfire burning.

"Are you awake?"

Sander sat beside me, thrusting out some grilled fish that had been wrapped in banana leaves.

"Thank you."

Sander smiled, nodding his head.

My eyes swept around, looking for her whereabouts. "Alder where?"

"Major, hunting in the woods."

"Those blind nights?"

Sander nodded his head."Since long ago, the soul of the hunting Major was ingrained. No matter what morning or night."

"Did his eyes have lasers? How can he see in the dark?"

"What's the laser?"

"Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation is the mechanism of a device that emits electromagnetic radiation, usually in the form of light that cannot be seen or seen with the normal eye, through a process of stimulated emission."

Sander laughs. "You mean the Major has glowing eyes?"

I'm nodding.

"No, Laila. The hunting major used his instinct. As I've said in him there's already a hunter's soul."

"That sounds absurd."

Sander smiled thinly. "You see." I followed her direction pointing to the full moon.

"We use the light in hunting. In the military world we've trained for it, practiced creeping at night, hiding in the marshes. No illumination, with one purpose in order to trick the enemy. Similarly, in hunting, game animals are enemies we have to catch."

"There is no point in explaining to a person who is bradyphrenia" one said as he sat on a fallen tree trunk.

I looked at him with a sharp look. "Are you mocking me?"

"Does that sound like a compliment?" He put a tree branch into the campfire.

I snorted in annoyance.

"It has. It's been. You better finish your food, it looks like it's already very cold, "sela Sander. Unplugging my intention to reply to the words from Aldert.

The night seems to be getting late. I tried many times to close my eyes but it was hard. The two men had already sailed the ocean of dreams. Leaving me in the midst of anxiety.

"www." Grimaced as the pain wrapped around my stomach.

My eyes swept through the forest. Find a suitable place to remove the stomach. Too dark. Am I brave?

"www." Again the leaf came back out. Ah, whatever. Fear is the business behind something that wants to come out this is the main business.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim." Shaken in surprise, my body reflexes turned its head as someone suddenly just held my right arm.

Aldert looked at me with his eagle gaze.

"Where are you going?"

"My stomach hurts. I need to get something out?" tukasku, take off his hand violently while rushing to run into the forest was a.

Relieved!

"Astaghfirullahaladzim." Again my body was shocked when I found the man who was leaning on the tree while having his chest closed.

"What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for the passing deer."

My eyes narrowed, suspicious. Stared at. "Don't tell me you're peeping on me?"

"I won't say." He just walked away.

"Aldert I'm serious!" my yelling.

"Hurry now! Or you want to be eaten by a boar."

I snatched, no doubt tailed it.

"Where are you from?" ask Sander when we just got to where we were.

"From defecating."

"Two?"

"Yes, it's not just me."

"Gue?"

"I mean I."

I sat down with a look of annoyed face that was still obvious. Staring sharply at the man who was closing his eyes.

Morning greet. The sun has risen. It emits its light that burns the skin over the blue sky.

The three of us paused for a break from this long, indistinct journey.

"Is our journey still far away? Where are we actually going?" My breath was hunting because I was tired.

I don't know how many miles we walked. No direction, like a bum in the woods.

"To a safe place." Aldert replied indifferently.

"I want to go home."

The movement of the hand that was putting something into the backpack was stopped.

Sander and Aldert looked at each other and turned and looked at me.

"I want to know how my Dad and Mom are doing." My tears just flow. "I miss them."

I miss my real Mom and Dad. Worried about Mamak and my foster father in this middle of nowhere.

I looked at Aldert's blue eyeballs. "Are they gonna be okay? Or will they be made slaves? Just like I've heard."

In the days of the VOC aka the Company, when slaves were still legal in the Dutch East Indies, many wealthy Dutch-Europeans had dozens and even hundreds of slaves. For those who are not too rich and do not have a wife from the Caucasian race, usually release lust through his slave.

The man flinched. He looked at me without answering anything.

"We have to go now!"

What was I expecting? Of course the man would not give any answer. Isn't he one of those people?

On the way no one opened his voice, even Sander who often threw jokes was silent.

The afternoon changed. Soon the night will greet nature. Where exactly is this destination headed?

"We take a break. Then we continue our journey again."

Kuhela breaths tired. Sit down while resuscitating the back on a wooden tree.

"They'll be fine, Laila."

I'm turning. Reviewing a thin smile. Not sure what Sander said.

"Is your stomach recurring?" Looking up, until my eyes met his blue eyeballs.

Aldert thrust a wild pear at me. "Eat this first! As your stomach's prop while I'm hunting."

"I'm fine." My bell.

"But your face doesn't hint that you're okay." His feet were about to move from the spot but…

"I want to go back to my village."