Young Master Seed
Pov Baras

Just now I had a real sense of happiness with the people I love, people who can appreciate me and grandfather, but that happiness didn't last long, me and grandpa were kidnapped, she said, then we were thrown into a distant foreign place.

*

''Don't ever go back to the life of Young Master Edgar, watch out. If you are determined, we will not hesitate to eliminate you and your Grandfather.'' Said the man whose body was most stocky with a loud and repressive voice, he was threatening, his eyes were sharp.

After that they left me and grandfather, the car that carried them drove away at high speed.

*

''Grandfather, wake up Cake,'' I patted slowly the wrinkled cheeks that were on my lap. In the thick of the night, I was taken down by the burly men in the quiet, dark streets. Stony and dusty roads.

I'm scared, of course. But what scares me more is losing Grandpa.

When we were taken down, our hands and feet were tied, and our mouths were bandaged.

For about half an hour I tried to untie my wrist, and finally the rope that tied my hand became loose and detached. No wasted effort.

After I finished untying my legs and removing the bandage in my mouth, I untied Grandpa's body.

An old man who was always loyal to me was unconscious, he fainted. I was so worried and feeling guilty. Because with me, Grandpa became like this.

I have tried many times to wake Grandpa up, but my efforts have not been fruitful.

I screamed, hoping for help to come.

''Please!''

''Whoever, help us, '' I cried out with great hope that someone would hear my screams.

My cry of course had broken from earlier, not long after that the drizzle began to fall. The more anxiety I felt. I looked left to right, my nape bristling realizing this place was so quiet, silent and strange noises sounded eerie in the ear.

''Grandpa, wakeup. Hiks, '' my race.

''Sir!'' exclaim me. I can't imagine being in this place all night with the rain soaking our bodies. Grandpa's life could have been lost. No, that can't happen.

''Is there anyone there?'' my eyes narrowed because of the glare by the sintered light. It turned out that my efforts were not in vain, I shouted successfully inviting someone to come over to us. My smile reflexes are growing.

''To-help me, my grandfather fainted, I can't hold him, '' said I a little loudly.

''Where are you from?'' the tall man who was straight as Mas Edgar was sitting in front of me, he checked Grandpa's condition. Checking wrist and heart rate.

''We are from Jakarta. We were kidnapped and dumped in this place, obviously I was straightforward.

''Oh my. How sorry for you guys. Then come with me, I will help bring your Grandpa, that man then carry Grandpa's body, grandfather's body that was getting thinner easily he carried because of his tall and sturdy body stature.

He walked with wide footsteps, I followed him from behind. I hope this man is a good man, who really sincerely helps me and Grandpa.

After walking far enough, we finally arrived at a house. A small house with a wall.

I seem to be in a small village right now. People's homes are quite far from one house to another.

''Enter, ''' said the man I still don't know his name. He went in first.

"Yes,'' I replied.

When we got home, he put Grandpa's body on a small bed, a bed that looked like a hospital gurney.

Uh, wait a minute. I just realized, it turned out that not only was there a bed, a closet full of drugs seemed to stand firmly beside the bed, accompanied by a table and drawers as well.

''You are a doctor here?'' my many. Now the man is busy examining Grandpa with his medical devices.

''Yes, I am also from Jakarta.'' He was still focused on examining Grandpa without looking at me.

''Oh. Thank you very much, I feel very grateful to be helped by you. If there's no you somehow fate me and my Grandfather,''

''Don't talk like that, there are no coincidences in this world. I'm happy to be useful to others,''

''Thank you very much Doc,''

''Good name, ''' I said a reflex.

Doctor Fathir smiled faintly at me. Under the light of the bulb, I could see his face clearly. He was handsome and had a shady look in his eyes.

''I deliberately came to remote villages like this to help those who really needed help. For them, to get to the city requires a fairly long travel time, of course, it will cost a considerable amount of transportation costs if there are sick residents. Poor thing, life has been difficult even more difficult, '' explained the man who has a beautiful face.

I must have listened to him.

''God willing, your grandfather will soon be conscious,''

''Alhamdulillah,'' I said gladly.

''Are you pregnant?'' his eyes were on my stomach.

''Yes.''

''Then you better rest. There's one room in the back, sleep there. It was the room I used to occupy but I think now you need that place more,''

''Um, no. I'm fine if I have to sleep here, I'll wait for my grandfather. I don't want to bother you more, though,''

''Don't ngeyel. Pregnant women should get plenty of rest. Rest, I do not want you to fall unconscious like your grandfather, can be more troublesome I,''

''Ba-good.'' I finally nodded after hearing Fathir's words that were true as well.

''I'll take care of your grandfather,''

''Thank you again,''

''Hm.''

*

Lying on the bed, I pulled the blanket over my cold body. The air in the village is so cold. Am I in Bandung now? Because the people said the weather in Bandung is quite cold from other provinces.

I rubbed my stomach, and suddenly my tears came.

I miss the man who planted the seed in my womb. Missing the sound as well as the smell of her soothing body.

Tonight was the second night of our marriage, but now we don't sleep in bed anymore. Our bodies have been separated quite a distance. I don't know when this is? Maybe forever.

The threat of the burly man I always remember.

''Son, can we live well without Papa beside us?'' my murmurs were still stroking my stomach with slightly trembling hands.

''Does Papa remember us? What's he doing now? Is there Papa as worried as Mama?'' again I muttered, then my crying became more and more so. I cried without a sound. Don't let Fathir hear my cry.

I miss my husband very much. I hope Mas Edgar is okay there.

It turns out that the risk of loving a perfect man like Mas Edgar is great, I'm not stupid. I know very well who is behind all this.

It hurts to remember that the child in my womb would grow up without a father.

If I go back to Jakarta, the people will hate me more and they won't let me live any longer.

*

The morning light enters through the gaps of the board that are not tight. I gasp. Wake up when I know I'm bad luck.

Walking me out of the room, as soon as I arrived outside, I smelled the aroma of cooking that made my stomach thrash for filling.

''Alas, are you awake? Behind there is a well, take a bath there so that the body is refreshed, said Fathir made me surprised. He suddenly appeared in front of me.

''You know my name?'' many wonder.

''Yes, Grandpa Ridwan is conscious. He told me everything,''