The Stake of Liberty: The Journey of Worldruler
You're not alone

It's cold, I don't think I'm starting to feel my legs. How long have I been walking to escape? I think the money I have to eat is gone.

But I can't beg, I don't want to live by begging. I have to endure anyway.

I was hungry, I thought I was going to die.

BRUG.........

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19-08-2016 / 05:32

A teenage boy wakes up in a room in a stilt house. The blanket that covered her warmly reminded her that she had previously felt cold.

"Son, you're awake. You passed out on the street and you were very pale. Since you're awake, eat first." the old man smiled in front of him.

He had saved the boy, behind the darkness that the teenager had experienced at least a little hope and light that shone on him.

Without further ado, the teenage boy quickly woke up and sat in the dining room with a married couple. The young man looked left confused.

"This is in the first vegetable soup" said one mother gave a warm meal with fresh tea water to restore its condition.

"Thank you.... Thank you.." The teenage boy cried, on the verge of resignation and in the dead end that led to the abyss.

The three of them then ate together at one table, with the calm atmosphere that made the teenage boy feel longed for home and harmonious tranquility.

"By the way, why are you walking in the middle of the night? You can be scrapped, robbed." asked the father of the house owner

He did not answer the question, the teenager was still shocked by what happened.

In a moment ago he was chased by escaped thugs and fainted when it was out of pursuit.

"You must be scared, it's okay baby don't have to answer that." The mother's reaction saw the dreamy teenage boy while bowing his head.

"It is better to finish the food first, after eating keep resting in our house. You'll help me for a while" said the man who helped her in the middle of the night.

"If you don't mind, may I ask what your name is?"

Name of. Is that important? After what happened lately. On the day when the disaster befell him until he was pursued desperately by the man who wanted to kill him.

No one called his name, no one has been able to help him to this day.

The boy decided to give his name to two married couples who saved him.

"Uhm, we should introduce ourselves first. The father's name is Kusuma, and this is the father's wife, Rahmawati."

"My name is Liran al-Qaesim...."

The two couples smiled looking at Liran.

"Liran, what a name. And she looks sweet to a 15-year-old" said Rahmawati.

"Uhm, yes." Mr. Kusuma's expression changed.

The couple were thinking about their dead son. Without long thought the man began to prepare tools for farming in his rice field.

"Darling, I'm going to the fields first."

"Be careful."

The man came out of the house and began his daily activities as a farmer. He looked quite depressed, something stuck in his heart when he saw Liran.

On the night he finds Liran, the man recalls a past where he finds his daughter eating three stray dogs belonging to an unknown group of people.

Seeing it with his own eyes and head made him feel depressed so he could not sleep at night. Every night he went around on his motorcycle to make sure that there would be no more of the same story happening to other people's children.

"We used to have a child, a girl. He was 13 years old and he had just entered Junior High. One day he came home quite late because there was no city transport passing through to the city. And the father at that time still did not have a motorbike, he walked to the city to go to his school."

Liran listened to her story.

"The teacher there doesn't know anything, basically the schoolgirls come home in the afternoon. But for some reason at that time, our daughter did not come home. When the father came home, at 8 pm he saw our daughter.." The woman let out tears, enduring the pain of the memory that flashed.

"Anu, I don't need to continue if I want to. It's okay, I don't mind." Liran tried to calm the mood.

"Our daughter.... Found killed and being eaten by three stray dogs by a group of wild thugs."

Liran was surprised, yesterday he was also chased by a group of thugs carrying stray dogs.

It would not be a coincidence that the same thing would happen to Liran as well had he failed to escape.

Currently, he is in a village in the western part of Cimahi named Rancahanyar village. The access of the city to this village is quite far because this village is a fairly remote area.

"I'm sorry ma'am." said Liran bela sungkawa.

"That just happened a few weeks ago. And we are still saddened by past events. But we're sincere if God decides to take our daughter."

The inner pressure that Liran saw on Rahmawati's mother could feel on her.

The same inner pressure as her beloved half-sister, Natalia Unkulla. Depressed, and constantly crying.

On the day before Urfana fought against Keisal. Natalia Unkulla was picked up by police and taken to the office for further questioning. But at that time with a considerable amount of money the family of Tsajaka officials was able to control the entire police force and manage it through the upper people.

Natalia Unkulla is dead, and her family has been snatched away. What Liran had right now was only the breath and the desire for revenge, as well as what Liran saw in the figure of Rahmawati ma'am.

Liran then thinks like Urfana, she knows that someone has to pay for this, and Liran wants to help this family by eliminating the thugs who bring stray dogs to prey on the little ones.

The local police are too busy taking care of the gang organizations that are in conflict in the area of West Bandung and Cimahi, even this case is not viral on TV or social media considering how remote this village is.

I've seen them fight, I've been in Skusher-Arena, and I've been watching how to fight. I must fight this injustice.

"Anu, Ms. Wati. Can I stay here for a while first? I want to help Pa Kusuma and Bu Wati's work."

"Uhm, you'd better go home to Liran. By the way why are you here? Where are you really living, son?"

"Bandung, I can't go home because I ran away and I—"

Bug bug bug bug bug bug bug bug bug!!

The door of the house was pushed so hard that Liran could not finish what he wanted to say.

"Open up!! Quickly open!!" a man's voice shouted.

Madam Rahmawati rushed to the door and opened. Then three fathers came to collect the debt.

"Where is that jerk Kusuma?! It's time to pay 3 months' worth of debt" said someone with a Sumatran accent, coming to collect a debt to a poor couple.

"Sir Simaganjar, I promise my husband will pay the debt this month!"

"So, you're just like your husband. His promise this month, and his promise this month. Already from last month you said so." said Simaganjar.

"If we can't pay, we'll confiscate this land until you can pay for it. Where's Mom's husband?" ask an assistant Simaganjar.

"My husband is farming...."

"You think that since your son was eaten by a dog we will tolerate the incident?! Basic pela—"

The buaaggg!! A blow to Simaganjar's face.

"Sir?!!" one of the men was surprised and held Simaganjar who was about to fall.

"Experience, what does this mean?!!"

"Stop the pleasantries. I know that you're the one who hired a group of thugs and hunted with stray dogs." looked intently at Liran.

"Well, a lot of pleasantries. I'll sue you for accusing you of nothing. Forget about debt, I will indeed take this rice field and house." replied Simaganjar.

"Sir, please don't do that!"

"How not, this kid is outrageous for beating me up. He makes me impatient and angry."

Rahmawati then looked at Liran angrily.

"Hurry, apologize Liran! I don't want that to happen."

"I'd better apologize while licking my shoes, then I'll reconsider the confiscation of your house and rice fields assets."

Without thinking for a long time, Liran who felt guilty then kowtowed and licked Simaganjar's shoes. Then Simaganjar stepped on Liran's head violently.

"Campus, now it's a draw!" said Simaganjar whose right foot was stepping on Liran's head.

"We'll come again, make sure the money is there." the assistant reminded Rahmawati's mother.

After that, the three of them left the house. Liran did not stop staring at them even though they had already walked far away.

"Who is that? It's so insolent." said Simaganjar.

"Looks like a niece or sister of her daughter."

"Aren't enough of her daughters eaten by dogs? Maybe if he doesn't pay again we'll take the house and hold them both. Then we'll take the boy and make him feed for the stray dogs." Simaganjar looked back and looked at Liran cynically.

Liran knew very well that Simaganjar was the one responsible for the death of the daughter of Pak Kusuma and Ibu Rahmawati.

"Bu Rahmawati, forgive me. Because I'm Mom and Mr. Kusuma so it's bad consequences."

Ms. Rahmawati just fell silent and cried. Seeing something strange happening, Mr. Kusuma immediately ran back to his house.

"Sir Simaganjar is here again?"

"Yes, and he said he wanted to confiscate our homes and rice fields. Liran hit Mr. Simaganjar and made him angry."

Mr. Kusuma then held onto Liran's shoulder.

"Liran, why did you hit Mr. Simaganjar? It's our fault for not being able to pay the debt for 3 months. Our image will look bad in his eyes."

Liran then held Pak Kusuma's arm.

"Sir, I did it because Mr. Simaganjar called the father's wife a prostitute and then insulted the father's daughter who was eaten by dogs. I can't stand hearing it anymore. I'm sorry Mr. Kusuma" Liran replied to Mr. Kusuma's nervousness.

Mr. Kusuma then fell silent for a moment while closing his eyes.

"Liran, if you think it's the right thing there's no need to feel guilty, you understand. Thank you for standing up for us." said Mr. Kusuma.

Mr. Kusuma does not blame Liran, it is natural that Mr. Simaganjar will confiscate his land, house, and rice fields for not paying in 3 consecutive months.

"It looks like I have to go again, there's something to do at the moment."

"Liran, do you want to go home?"

Liran took a deep breath to calm herself down. It will be a long and painful journey. And for him this is a good start to fight back against injustice.

"I don't have a home to go home to. Thanks for everything, ma'am. I'll take care of it." Liran felt that she should keep walking.

Liran gave her greetings and left. The story of a black-winged angel begins now.

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