Pang Sagoe, Make me your Wife!!!
Pang Sagoe's Blood...

Boommmm…

Dor.dor…

Boommmm…

“Nak, wake!” the half-whispering voice was heard in my ear and I heard the sound of the bedil to put each other as usual which signaled there was a gunfight between rebel forces and government soldiers.

“Wake! We must help Father now!” my voice was gone with a small groan heard from outside my board-walled room.

“Who is it, Mak?” I still collect my life to face tomorrow which is still a divine mystery.

“Come, don't ask much!” I went out to follow my mother and saw a man lying in the room with another man and my father? My father was moving the sacks one by one and my mother and I helped him. After the sack of rice opened, the father opened a board and saw a hole that was not large enough but deep enough. I know that place because I'm the oldest child in this house so my parents think I'm old enough to keep all the secrets they do even though I'm only 16.

“Mak, tell Bang Khalid to bring him here!” my mother rushed to convey what my father ordered whereas I always had the task of making the potion that my father asked for.

I glanced at the man who was being swept by his friend.His body was filled with blood, his head and hands were also covered with blood. I had guessed that they were the ones who were fighting the army earlier. Every time there is a war at the Keude junction and if anyone is hurt they always come to my house. My father was famous as a village healer and shaman massage for those who suffered broken bones due to accident or whatever the cause. It was also what made me understand about medicinal plants as well as how to concoct them.

“Mak let Rahmah alone come here, Mamak please clean the blood in the house ya!” pinta Dad was gentle and with his obedience my mother complied with Dad's request. Then I followed Dad downstairs. Now I see clearly the wounds my father was cleaning on the man's body. I threw away my face as my father unshakably tore off the man's shirt and opened his trousers.

“Do you not consider me a woman?” I grumbled in my heart while staring at my father's secret room.

Yes, my father was a lackey of rebels. It was his side job for the last few years or during my birth. I don't know when my father became a child either.

“Son,” I realized when dad touched my arm.

“Help Dad clean blood!”

“Hah! But-“

“Let me alone, Teungku.” I breathed a sigh of relief as the man's friend finally helped. Maybe only she realized that I was a woman who could not possibly care for that man with her appearance that was as open as it was now. Don't touch it, just look at it I can't. I stroked my chest in relief but the next second my tail caught a small smile rising from the lips of the man's friend.

“Dad, I'll just go up! There will be a brother who helps. Anyway it's appropriate fellow men who take care of men.”

The father who was burning the tip of the iron knife in his hand suddenly stopped and looked at me fixedly. “Nak, when we help people then don't think of anything else. Just like when you go to the hospital, not necessarily the female doctor who will treat you, right?”

Glegs…

I swallowed hard. Father's words embarrassed me myself I finally left there. I saw my mom cooking in the kitchen. Every time I look at my mom I feel like my mom is the most patient woman in the world. Without being asked by her father, she always knew what her husband needed. As of right now, my mother is cooking rice and I'm sure that soon my father will ask for it as he has.

“Nak, don't shut up! Blow the wood so it doesn't smoke.” I nodded then fanned the wood pile so as not to smoke.

“If the army sees our house billowing smoke in the middle of the night this is sure they are suspicious and will come to our house. You understand right?” I nodded lazily.

“Why not wait for tomorrow only, Mak?”

“Where are guests coming at midnight like this?” grumbling.

“Shut up and just do what Mamak pinta!” the firm voice came even though it was at a low level but I knew my mother did not want to be debated. Mom cooked the rice while the fish was left over last night and just heated it up. She also made coffee for her father and guests. If this has been confirmed if until dawn the father will be there to monitor the condition of the man.

“Mak,” call me after mom gets back from that secret room. I am currently sleeping in my mother's room with my youngest brother, Fajar. While my younger sister named Raudhah I left to sleep alone.

“Sleep, Son!”

“Mamak know who they are?”

“Sleep! You already know the answer.” My mother answered and she closed her eyes ignoring me who was still awake.

We never asked who the man who always comes and turns to the house in an injured state. Some were shot, injured, and some had their hands and feet and virility growing suddenly for no reason. If according to my father, they stepped on a sacred grave or peed in the devil's nest to make his manhood big suddenly.

Various figures came to my house but I never heard my father mention their names or just talk to them for a long time. Dad always told them to leave after they were healed. I don't know what that means, nor do I understand my father's thoughts. Only one thing is certain, they are the most wanted rebels in the whole country and my father would not have wanted those soldiers to come and destroy our homes for harboring the rebels of the country.

I chose to close my eyes until I fell asleep until I knew how long I was asleep until I heard the sound of footsteps outside the house. My eyes and my mother were open.

“Open the door!”

Brakkk…

Our door made of the board was opened after being kicked easily by the soldiers from outside. I was about to follow mom but I saw dad following mom's steps from behind and flailing his head at me for a glance. I got it and went back to the room and wrapped myself in a blanket.

“Anyone who came here?”

“Nothing, Sir!” my father replied firmly.

Someone told another soldier to enter the room with a hand code. They trespassed and entered my room and pulled my blanket to my surprise. I was terrified to see the man in a striped shirt and holding the bedil that was directly pointing at me. They are so many and so scary. Their faces were painted black so that they did not reveal their real skin. I shuffled around Fajar who was still asleep. One of them forcibly opened the closet and ransacked my parents' clothes.

“Aaaaa..” The sound of Raudah's scream in the next room shocked me.

“Makkkk, Ayahh He called my parents while crying.

She must have been shocked and frightened to wake up alone and many beds led to her as happened to me.

“Pang Sagoe is injured and his trail leads here. Only you are known as a broken shaman in this village. Now tell me where you hid it!!”

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Hi, I was present with Bang Teuku Muhammad Ilham.don't forget to comment, like and give a rating for me yes...