The 18 Year Bride
The suffering of Volume 2

"Damian, please listen to me! go back to your dad, okay? he'll help you live a decent life with Elijah. Farming is not an easy thing, it's hard work and it takes a strong energy.please go home, your father can't be quiet."

"What's wrong, we'll fight together. I'm still capable."

I also went to the field, where I make a living now, of course on foot. But there was something different in recent times, I went and went home with other farmers. it seems that now I have expanded kinship with others.working in the fields is not just connecting life, but also connecting together.I finally alone, now so open and have friends. not that bad...

"Gambling is an illegal activity" said a new friend of mine. "Because it is basically another form of illegal drugs, can be addicted. Satan managed to bring people into it and enjoy. After getting the pleasure, man easily does everything that God forbids. do it without satisfaction."

And these two friends of mine were about to trade valuables in a corner of the house or to make a sheet of thousands of money with a chance at a hot table gambling tonight, raising a living quickly and easily illegally. they repeatedly offered me to come along, let alone threatened crops failed because of the continuous rain.really make my soul was broken not playing.

"If I only rely on the harvest, my family does not eat! moreover, the weather is ferocious, like the universe does not want to stop giving nestapa."

we continued to walk on the winding streets, considering our field was located on a hill that rises to the north of the village. This was a difficult journey for my best friend's old farmer, he said, he was quite a hassle when climbing too high.The air this morning was wet and humid, but the sparkle of sunlight that started high in the distance made the atmosphere warm.

until we were in the money-making land.it was not too big, a small field that we mostly grow vegetables.but at the end there, there were colleagues sitting languidly under the mango stem. sometimes he wipes tears full of sorrow and frustration.

We got closer, and it was a surprise. "Death us! All the vegetables were rotting and the ground was too loose!"

I crumpled my body, when I saw the plants I planted and cared for desperately and love rotted and came out of the ground. I fell, fusing with the irregularly disheveled vegetables in the fields. my best friend immediately took off his caping and put it in front of his face covering his sadness.

"How does my family eat, the universe?!"

the screams of this farmer, the screams of the heads of this family are no doubt proof that men also have tears.

what am I supposed to do now? should I join in rebuking the destiny of the universe, meaning rain as a gift but also as a natural phenomenon that provides suffering?

rain is water dripping from the sky.

rain is a melting crystal.

rain is the flowing blood that ensures this nature remains.

rain is also a disaster that kills our sustenance today.Rain is a savior as well as a killer...

I cried while digging through the ground looking for the remaining vegetables that could still be saved.Is there still a glimmer of hope for us to eat? this land is so soft that I can even squeeze the water. replant was free, if the rain continues to come then drift away the seeds.

I put great hope here, put hope for Elijah, for the cost of living the family, I put my hope in this land, on its seeds. and at the same time all my burdens came up, my debt to Donny which I promised I would pay after the harvest.how now? I must try my hardest to pay off that debt.this problem is getting heavier when the universe wills another.I have to rack my brain for Elijah...

One of my friends came, approaching with his firm steps.

"Patience friends, failure like this is not once twice for us farmers. grieve but do not drag on, because we still have to think of other ways to continue to turn life."

with a heavy heart I slowly rose from my worship on the ground.evaluating this short, complicated experience, my heart was in turmoil and my mind was raging into one. How do I convey this to Elijah? what kind of suffering will befall you? maybe I should take a positive part of God's will to keep the purity of my soul awake, even though reality makes me groggy and crazy.

I stumbled down the winding road, stumbling like an old man walking down the street with a cane. When I got home, I immediately knocked on the door and found Elijah.

"Welcome, Mr. Damian." he welcomed me as well as usual. "A fast? he said he'd be home late."

"How's it going, sir?"

I didn't answer, then without further ado, I hugged her while sobbing for a mouthful.

"Eh, what's wrong? Is there a problem?"

then I say I mean, about the failure that occurred in the field.

"What's wrong, we still have savings to endure... "

"Why do we continue to torment Elijah? why do we continue to live in misery? I'm tired, I'm weak. I can't afford. I'm a man, but I have no direction to find a way. We've suffered so much, I'm almost crazy... Why add it again?!"

I wept bitterly, rebuking the destiny of God which I felt was unjust to his creation.In the clench of his chest, Elijah was silent.