Pang Sagoe, Make me your Wife!!!
Wardahs...
One week later.
In a rumbia-roofed wooden hall, a man was biting a cloth to dampen his voice, screaming in pain as his leg was broken and his shoulder shifted from falling from the top of a hill while fleeing.
Ilham and his five friends were in a remote village with a considerable distance from the location of the attack. Their attacks have successfully confronted the government. When they were confident of winning, suddenly reinforcements came with complete combat equipment so that the Ilham side was outnumbered and outgunned.
They ran down the hill in a hurry to avoid a counterattack but ill-fated, Ilham and some of his colleagues fell. The creator still saved them at that time until Ilham managed to escape to the village of Kayee Ujoeng.
The small village is close to the foot of the connecting hill between Jeumpa Regency and Aceh Teungah. “How about Teungku Kadi, when can I walk back?” tanya Ilham with breath up and down and sweat soaked her body.
Tengku Kadi is the owner of the wooden hall where Ilham is now located. It is a broken shaman who is quite famous in the village to several villages around it. He also often receives midnight patients such as Ilham. Tengku Kadi House is located next to the hall with a distance of 30 meters.
“Please wait until the bones are stuck back together to last a long time. Otherwise, I am afraid that you will have to come back here in the near future.” said Furnace Kadi.
Inspiration can only accept its current state. His mind continued to focus on the lover of the heart that he had just married a few days.
“How are you from another colleague?” ask Ilyas for inspiration.
“Not yet, no one dared to turn on HT.”
Inspiration returned lethargic with a dreamy mind thinking of the wife who did not know when she could meet again.
“Abu, Mamak kasih this.” said a beautiful woman with brown skin with long hair in deep black.
“It's cooked apparently. Bring here!” pinta Tengku Kadi to the princess.
The only princess of Tengku Kadi is named Wardah. “Share it to Bang Ilham's friends as well.” Tell Tengku Kadi back.
“Eat this young duck soup to speed up your recovery!” without waiting for long, Ilham immediately sipped the still warm soup. His passion to heal is very high so that he can meet again with his wife.
Quietly, Wardah watched Insham with the tip of his eye. Of all the rebel members only Ilham looks neat because Ilham Ilham status is still a newlywed.
“Wardah, why are you still here?” ask the father.
“Wait for the bowl to be empty, Abu.”
“Come in! Let Abu bring his bowl inside. Go, help Mamak in the kitchen!” Wardah nodded and left the hall disappointed. His heart had been on Ilham since the first time he saw them coming to his house.
He was also the one who helped Inspiration at that time by affixing herbs on his legs and shoulders. He touched the Inspiration that was then helpless. While the father was busy taking care of friends Ilham who also needed help.
“Why is your face like a duck's ass laying eggs?” joked the mother.
“Makkkk,” whine the princess.
“Why? Do you like any of them?”
“Mamak know?” ask Wardah with a face of disbelief.
“Mamak was once a girl like you. The feeling of like that you feel is not wrong but to get married there must be two people who have the same feeling. You cannot get married if they do not want to be with you.”
“How do I let Bang Ilham want, Mamak have his prayers?” ask the princess expectantly.
“Pang?”
“Iya, Ilham the Commander of Sagoe. His friends call him ‘Pang Sagoe’”
“Wah, great for the rank. He is still young as a commander. Wardah likes that brother, Mom. Mamak says Abu let Abu marry Bang Ilham to Wardah, yes?”
“You like it but he doesn't necessarily like you.”
“May you have your prayers. Come, Mak. Say the same Abu? Anyway if it is not the same Bang Ilham, Wardah does not want to marry. Let's be a spinster.” whine Wardah then leave the mother with a sigh of heaviness.
Meanwhile, the forest dwellers began to fidget at the loss of news from the comrades on duty. The anxiety is also felt by Rahma. Her heart and mind did not stop praying for her husband, even tears also accompanied her at night.
A ‘Cuak’ from Tanjong Village reported that the village had been occupied by government forces which meant that the rebel headquarters not far from the village was definitely not safe anymore.
The residents of the headquarters were immediately preparing to move to another area that was considered safe. In tears, Rahmah tidied up the little things while reciting prayers so that she and her husband could meet again.
“Rahmah, are you ready?” ask Sur Brother.
“Already, Brother.”
“Come!”
Rahmah left the base along with her wives, children and some of her fellow rebels in charge of guarding them. Once in a while, Rahmah looked back to see the place she had been with her husband for several days. A place to share love, sow love and part with love. The lodges that were built were gone live grass.
They've all been dismantled to cover their tracks all along. They left quietly, only a few small children who remained vocal throwing jokes with their friends.
“This is also one of the risks of marrying the rebels.” said Kak Sur.
“How about they come back?” ask Rahmah.
“They won't come back here. Free also if we wait for the existing even we are caught.”
“What does Kak Sur not sad?”
“What you feel now is already first Kak Sur feel the new time married. Now that it is used to it, children can also accept it probably because they have many friends here.”
“Did they never ask their father?”
“They asked but because they are used to it so it is not too felt anymore. And the presence of many friends also makes them forget their respective fathers. Just see how they are now? Even walking through the forest like this did not make them exhausted. They actually enjoy all this without being sad and afraid like us.”
“Yes too yes. They remain happy even though our lives are in fear.”
“That's why rebellious families like us have to live together instead of apart. It's all for the kids and ourselves. If we are together everything can be easy but if we separate ourselves, there we can be a mockery of people who hate our husbands.”
The long and tiring journey passed like the sun disappearing behind the dense wilderness that enveloped the pedestrians.
“Ya Rabbi. Amen..”
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