Love In War
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The chirping of the birds of compassion is heard echoing in the grove of trees, welcoming the morning with a melody that sings syahdu. The footsteps of the residents were also heard over the ground.

They also run around looking for a stomach buffer in the form of rupiah coffers.

"Ra, you made a proposal, didn't you?" asked the brownish-blond long-haired lady who was pigtailed by the horse while collecting some papers into the red map.

"It has. I want to go to the river too. It's the seaweed thing yesterday."

I have been in this village for a week. The village is nicknamed as Parakang Village.

No one knows why the village was dubbed by the name of the creature believed to be the name of the demon.

"It is from the great-grandfather that the name of this village is named as such," they said, when I questioned why this village was named Parakang Village.

I do not question at length about the name of this village, other than because I do not believe in the existence of a creature called Parakang, I also believe that each village or village has its own characteristics.

For example, my own village 'Babana Village' if in Makassar 'Baba' means mouth, and in Turkish 'Baba' means father. To 'na-ya' myself I don't know what that means.

The people of Parakang Village have long been known as sailors with a high marine ethos. They maintain, manage, and utilize marine biological resources based on hereditary inherited cultural norms and values. So that raises the Bugis proverb that says “Kualenggi Tallanga Natowalia”, meaning, Once the screen develops budik abstinence receding to the beach.

After seeing a series of activities by the sailors and taking notes to be used as research material, I rushed up the rocks to reach the top.

"Where are you going, Grandma?" ask Grandma Base, who came down the last rung.

"You go to the forest. Find firewood."

"Miss, can I come?"

The elderly woman shook her head." Ajanna, elonni manggaribi, pimmali chick messu wenni." Which makes me instantly snatch (No need, already want magrib pamali girls/girls out at night)

"Sir, please!" I pleaded with a pleading tone while clenching both palms on the chest."I promise, if I get a few pieces of wood, I'll go home."

"Miss….!" Rayuku, ji while wiggling her right arm.

Grandma Base exhaled while nodding her resigned head.

"Yeah, thank you, Grandma," I hug her body.

It was he who had been holding us in his house ever since we came to this village. He treats us like his own children.

"Araya, let's go home." There was the sound of Grandma screaming from behind the coconut tree.

"Yes for a moment, Grandma," I said, still taking some sticks of wood.

"Miss, come on." Slowly my smile faded as I realized that Grandma Base was no longer in place.

"Miss…!" A little run through the wilderness while yelling at Granny Base.

My heart is beating fast. Realizing that I was lost now.

The night fog increasingly enveloped this wilderness, I trembled withstanding fear, the sound of wild animals was faintly heard.

The holy verses are unceasingly spoken from my lips, pleading with Allah for help. Tears kept flowing from his mouth. The fear grew when I heard the footsteps of someone who was following me. I accelerated my steps, not daring to look back.

My eyes narrowed as I looked in front of there was a stage house.

When I approached, this house was like an uninhabited house, on the wall was filled with bush grass.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Excuse me, is there anyone?" I shouted from under the stairs, when I heard a voice from above the house.

Aghast, when a hand holds my wrist, to make this foot stop when about to climb the stairs of the house.

"Aganuala kereddi?" (What are you doing here) asked the man dressed in black.

I wave. Scratching nape.

He took my body from top to bottom, making me even more frightened.

O Allah, I beg you to keep away those who wish to be evil to you.

After looking at me, the Father's eyes moved to see the old house's window.

It was like he was seeing something.

"Where do you live?" he asked as my head was about to look up at the window.

"I live at Grandma Base's house, sir."

Didn't ask much, the father told me to follow him. I doubt I'll walk behind him.

The fear I still feel. They walked with strangers in the woods. I don't want suudzon, but my mind keeps getting me into prejudice.

"www." Several times I screamed in pain as pebbles and other sharp objects stuck in the flip-flops I was wearing.

How could you see in the middle of this darkness? Without flashlight. Yes, even though the forest is being illuminated by moonlight, but still the light is not as bright as a flashlight.

Stop for a moment to remove the pebbles that are still stuck in flip-flops.

"It." Look up. The man threw a wooden branch at me.

He told me to hold the end of the branch and he held the other end.

"For you not to lose track of me" he said.

Along the way are only the sounds of unpretentious animals. No one opened their voices to either me or the Father.

Until we reach our destination.

I immediately ran when I saw Grandma Base and my friends who were pacing in front of the house. Their faces implied worry.

"Grandma!" They're looking. I rushed straight into the old woman's arms.

Grandma Base stretched her arms. He looked at me in tears.

"Where are you from?" tanyanya, gently rubbed my head.

"We're all worried about you" Faridah said

"Especially Grandma, she did not even want to eat, before you came home," continued Aisyah.

I looked at Grandma with tears flowing.

"Sorry, Grandma. I was lost, and I didn't know the way home. Fortunately there was Mr. it—" I was cut off when I turned my head to not find the Father of help earlier.

"That's who?" ask Rashid.

"So I was ushered in black and mustachioed."

"Well, we didn't see any of the fathers with you earlier."

Bizarre." No way, I was escorted with the Fathers. He was standing there." Point me at the trunk of a coconut tree that stands a few feet away from me.

"We don't see anyone driving you, Ra. You go home alone" said Aisyah.

I still do not want to give birth, obviously I was delivered with the moustached father. They may not see, or they may not notice.

"It has. It's been. Now we go in. Grandma is hungry. " Grandma pulled my hand out to get inside the house.

My head kept looking back. Watching the forest in the darkness, hoping to see the father and thank him.