Poison of Love Arsenio
Take a Risk

Nirmala Binar Candramaya, a twenty-year-old girl who has to live a hard life every day. Since his father died, he lived with his mother and two half-siblings in one of the Gianyar settlements in Bali.

Binar is someone who looks beautiful, with the ideal body posture typical of Indonesian girls. After he graduated High School, he did not continue his education to a higher level. Economic factors are the main reason, and make Binar even have to be willing to work hard bones. In fact, he is one of the outstanding students in his school. Binar is proficient in mathematics and is also fluent in English.

“Binar!” widya's loud scream, the mother continued to echo inside the simple house they had occupied for so long. The house is a legacy of the father. “Where are you?”

Binar, who had just finished getting ready to leave for work that morning, was silent for a moment and grabbed her little sling bag. Things like that were normal he heard. Shouts and also makian is a daily meal for girls who like spicy food.

“Mbok, called mother tuh. Why are you still here?” tegur Vishnu, the half-brother of Binar who still sits in the second grade Junior High School. He emerged from behind the door of Binar's room which was already partially open.

“Iya, know. Most also mom wants to ask about salary problems this month,” reply Binar while out of the room. He then approached Widya who was already standing with a hostile look in the living room. “What's up, Mom?” ask the long haired girl. His attitude was always gentle and respectful, although Widya was often rude to him. “I have to go to the store. Today I will also be overtime, so definitely come home late,”. Her pair of round and beautiful eyes, exuded an extremely sincere love.

“Well, if you come home late, what do we eat tonight? Your sister the Vishnu today afternoon school, she ..”

“Don't forget, Mom. Money to pay SPP,” exclaimed Vishnu from the dining room.

“Tuh, you heard it yourself, didn't you?” widya snorted with annoyance.

Binar didn't talk right away. He thought for a moment. “What are your SPP arrears, Nu?” tanyanya.

“Two months, Mbok,” replied Vishnu with a mouth full of food, “he said, if you wait for another month, then I can not take the test. For me, no problem. So, I do not need to be tired of learning,” chirped the child with no burden at all.

“Eh, talk what you are!” sentak Widya responded to the speech of her eldest child. “If you don't graduate school, what will it be? So odd labor like your late father used to?” Widya again vented her irritation. “Life is hard like this, still a lot of behavior!”

“Already, Mom. No need to bring your father's name. I know for myself if you have also fought hard for our lives,” said Binar reminded Widya who looks very angry. “Bapak left by not leaving debt alone it is worthy for us to be grateful. SPP Wisnu money problem, let me take care of it later. Anyway, today I should have paid,” Binar said. He then turned his attention to Vishnu who still ate his breakfast menu calmly. The child did not seem to be bothered by all the scolding from the mother.

“Nu, you said to the TU officer that you will pay SPP tomorrow, yes. All of them are paid off until the next month,” exclaimed Binar quite loudly. He knew that Vishnu was a difficult child to concentrate, so his sister was always wrong in capturing and passing on information.

“Iya, Mbok,” said Vishnu without turning at all. He is still struggling with his food.

A moment later, Praya who is Widya's youngest child appears there in a red and white uniform. Praya currently sits in sixth grade SD. In a moment, he will enter Junior High. “Bu, which pocket money for me?” the boy immediately turned his right hand to Widya, asking for her allowance.

“What else is this? Jajan continue! You go to school to study or just spend your mother's money?” widya's anger now turns to her youngest child who knows nothing.

Not wanting to take a headache, Praya turned his attention to Binar. “Mbok, snacks ...” the door with a clear face. Feeling unbearable, Binar then reached into his bag. A fraction of five thousand rupiah he gave. “Thank you, Mbok,” the look on Praya's face suddenly turned carefree.

“Then I left first, Mom,” Binar nodded slowly, then passed from before Widya who seemed to not care about her. The middle-aged woman is always cranky because of financial problems. Whereas all this time Binar who is the backbone of the family, has been very hard working. Binar did not even have time to enjoy adolescence, like other peers.

That is the life of Binar every day. He went to work at seven in the morning, and came home at about eight in the evening if he took overtime. For Binar, tired of working all day in the store will feel much more fun, than having to listen to Widya's nagging that seems never-ending.

That day, the atmosphere at the souvenir shop where he worked happened to be crowded with visitors. The owner decided to open the store for longer, which is until nine pm. The time frame of Binar increased by an hour. Tired, of course. The girl with a posture of 168 cm wants to go home and rest. Moreover, in his bag now has been filled with payday money that he will soon give to his mother and sister who have been waiting for him at home.

As usual, that night Binar came home on foot. He often does so in order to reduce spending. After all, the distance between the shop and his house was indeed not too far away.

However, this time there was something different on the road that he used to pass. Binar was stunned and felt disturbed, more precisely was afraid. A few steps before him in the dimness of the night atmosphere, there appeared a well-built man who was walking while stumbling. The white shirt worn by the man has been torn in parts. There also looks a lot of blood stains. Apparently, the man was either an accident victim or possibly a crime victim.

However, suddenly another thought appeared in the mind of the twenty-year-old girl. He moved back, because the man who was leading him could have been a criminal who was pretending to be a victim. Barin tries to avoid. Just now he was about to turn around, there was a heavy voice of the man earlier, “Please me,”. A moment later, the man immediately collapsed with his face down on the ground.

Binar was stunned with a fixed gaze fixed forward. The man occasionally seems to move his hands. Doubtful and afraid to approach. However, curiosity and compassion began to stir his heart. Slowly, Binar stepped forward. He lowered his body near the man. From her stature and physical features, the girl was convinced that the man was a foreign citizen.

“Are you alright, Sir?” ask her doubtfully.

The man tried to raise his face. He then nodded slowly.

I don't know which courage comes from just like that in Binar. He grabbed the body with a posture that was much bigger than him. “Effort to get up, Sir,” he said as he tried to help the man get up. As much as possible, the man obeyed Binar's words. Although he looks so weak, but eventually the man can force himself to stand up. “I will take you to the nearest hospital,” Binar said again while packing the man to the edge of the highway. “You are still strong to walk?” ask the girl. “The distance to the nearest hospital is only a few meters from here," he said again.

The man who seemed to be a foreign citizen earlier nodded weakly. He seemed to force himself to step on foot, although sometimes stung because of the posture of the Binar who was too small and unable to hold the weight of his high body. However, the two continued to walk down the sidewalk, until they finally arrived in front of the hospital they were headed to.

Arriving there, several guards immediately helped Binar. They laid the injured man on top of the gurney, then immediately led him towards the action room. “You ready patient?” ask one of the medics who helped.

“I ... um .. I ..." Binar did not have time to answer, the medical colleague had called him.

“We will take action immediately, if you already know who will be the person in charge,” explained the officer.

Hearing that, Binar seemed to have no other choice. Inevitably, because he who has brought the man earlier then he is the one who must be the person in charge. “I, I will be the one in charge, Sus. I am a close relative of the patient,” replied the girl steadily.

“Close relative or ...” medics did not continue his speech. He seemed to frown because he was surprised, because the man that Binar brought was a foreign citizen.

“Iya, right. I ... I am the wife of the patient,” replied Binar trying to look reassuring in front of the medical officer.