A Destiny
gatherings
27 April, 1875.
The news of the new king's election had spread throughout the country, but no one knew what the king's face was. Many people wondered why the king never showed his face in public. Maybe because of the news circulating about a group of people who planned a coup there are also those who say that in fact the king was long dead killed by his own mayor, and many other issues spread in the work.
I can only pray that nothing bad happens to this country, because I still want to see my students grow up to be useful people.
"Sir teacher!, it's time to go in, you know!" rossi shouted, One of my students.
"Ah, well, you know, who do you think taught you here?" I answered while walking to class.
"Good morning!, master teacher" Greetings all my students who are in the classroom.
"Good afternoon~" I said a little joking.
"wow, master teacher is getting senile!" said Thomas, the cheeriest student in the class sitting in the back row.
"Well, the teacher started to make the book*, ahaha" said Jodi, a student with an orange hat and glasses in his hat, sitting in the right corner by the window.
"don't talk like that, teacher.. Ke-cool" denied Jeanne the shy schoolgirl sitting in the front row.
"alright, children open your Matamatika book and work pages 20 to 145" he said with an evil smile.
"HAH!!, Ah sir teacher, kejam" said Jodi.
"Devil, yes!?" thomas said, pointing at me.
"master, cruel!!" yell at the kids in my class.
"don't eat it, mess with me, khahah" I said with a wicked laugh.
"alright, open your books, children, have enough jokes" I said, taking the book in my bag.
Although sometimes they annoy me and sometimes I scold them, but really to me they are the most valuable thing to me and a teacher, because teachers mean nothing if they have no students.
My name is Hassan.H, I am 20 years old, many people say that I am a teacher in the style of robbers, because of my style of dress that always uses dark colored clothes, the way I look at someone is like emitting murder from my gaze, and also my sometimes quite rude speech. I live in a school where I teach. When I was born, my house was hit by a large black stone that fell from the sky, my parents died protecting me from it, not only did my parents die when the stone fell, but some people who were not hit by the stone explosion also died mysteriously, too, since then I have been accused of being the son of an unlucky bearer and many people avoid me for fear of being unlucky, but there are also some people who love me and do not believe in the gossip.
3 January 1877.
The residence and guard taxes in our village rose dramatically from 5 gold coins per month to 40 gold coins per month. The residents began to be unable to pay for it and resulted in the kingdom no longer protecting our village from monster attacks. I and the villagers had to protect our village alone without the help of the royal military or an alpha (a knight of the king's faith who supposedly had enormous power).
Some of the villagers started new jobs as gold and iron miners, some also made fish ponds in the river, a few more began the work of becoming Blacksmiths or blacksmiths to stock up on the stockpile of weapons needed to fight monsters and creatures of the night. That way our village began to improve despite the lack of money.
07 March, 1877
I stopped being a teacher because I intended to restore the economy of my declining village by migrating to the capital to find a new job. I hope to find a decent job and have a great salary so I can quickly go back to the village and meet my students. Before I went to the capital I had time to say goodbye to my students, and who would have thought they were crying didn't want me to leave, until the last moment, they still continued to hug me while crying. When I left I could only wave my hand without being able to give them even a single bit of food.
"I promise, someday I will restore the condition of the village, as before!" my mind.
Once in the capital I immediately looked for a place to stay and bought some bread to eat the next day. I returned to the inn to rest, the price of the inn here is not too expensive only 1 piece of gold per 14 days
March 9, 1877.
I also started looking for work in the city, here I used a fake name to anticipate a dangerous situation and forced me to flee the capital, Abraham gray, that was my temporary name here.
I started applying for a job at a gun shop, but was rejected outright, then I tried to apply at an inn but I was unable to meet the full entrance, I gave up looking for a high-paying job and tried to apply for jobs at nearby bars. In front of my inn there is a bar that is quite crowded visitors, I tried to propose there and was immediately accepted. Although not an elite job but the important thing is that I can raise money for the village. The salary offered by the uncle of the owner of this bar is quite large, that is, about 2 gold coins and 5 silver coins per week. My job is only to serve the customers who come to the bar.
18 May, 1877.
The news spread that my hometown was in a disaster, the land used to grow rice and fruits experienced drought, toxic rivers that resulted in the death of thousands of fish in the ponds of residents. Their only hope is to slaughter their cattle or sell them. I who heard the news was worried and decided to go back to the village, before that I want to thank the bar owner who has accepted me to work there without thinking.
At 19:28
20 May, 1877.
"Thank you uncle, for accepting me to work at this bar, I'm really grateful" I said to the bar owner's uncle.
"It's okay, I can hardly help anything, everything you get is thanks to your own hard work" replied the uncle.
"ah no, don't talk like that." I argued subtly.
"Son, you came here to make money for your village, didn't you?" asked the uncle while holding my shoulder.
"how do you know?" I asked back.
"actually many people from out of town came here, most of them looking for money for their families in their hometowns, but it was only the first time I saw someone like you. People who want to work hard to make a village happy. Is it worth them so much that you're willing to work hard like this.?" replied the uncle while asking back.
"well, when my parents died. Those who take care of me take turns, yeah... Although not all of them. But I promised them and there were so many memories there, I didn't want them to just disappear, at least let me die first instead of them, I want to see my students grow into great people who can be useful to the village. That's it" I explained to uncle.
"oh, I see well, then.accept this, just think of it as our farewell sign, maybe this is not too great value to make your village rise again, he said,but maybe this can make your students' stomachs not feel hungry anymore, right? Master teacher?!" said the uncle of the bar owner while giving me 30 gold coins.
I didn't think he'd help me as much as he could, but I only worked for him for a few months. He's a good guy. After I finished talking to the herald (the name of the owner of the bar) I planned to go home to the inn.
"ah, one more son gray, try not to come back here, because here is not the place you think, here is a place for demons to gather and rule, especially demons in the form of humans." The Herald tried to warn me.
I don't really understand what the Herald's saying, but it seems to be related to the increase in taxes living in the villages. I left the herald's bar.
the cold air pierced my body, the silence of this city during the night was truly terrifying.
At 23:40
I who was walking towards the inn in front of the herald bar was shocked by the sound of a falling object coming from one of the alleys behind me.
The pring...!
There was the sound of items breaking from within the alley, followed by the voice of an angry man.
"basic useless!!, do you know!?, do you know!? How much is this stuff!!?, the price of this stuff is more expensive than your life, you know!!"
Since I was a little distracted by the words I just heard, I started looking for the origin of the sound, because there were a lot of alleys here I had trouble finding it.
Sorry.sorry me.heh.I didn't mean it..! Aaa...!
Shouted a girl who seemed to be in torment, the voice came from the alley behind me, precisely the 3rd alley from the alley next to the herald bar. I ran into the alley, and found a man who was torturing a 12-14 year old, white-haired girl dressed only in a sack. I approached the man and kicked a box of fruit that appeared to belong to the man.
Bruaaak!!....
"Fucking hoi!!, do you know that your loud voice makes me feel very disturbed?, huh!!" I stared hard at the man.
"what the fuck are you, bangs*t, are you looking for mat-"
Bruaaak...!!
I threw the wooden box beside me into the man's head until he fainted. The girl looked frightened by the way my eyes looked at her. I walked towards the man while carrying the machete I found in one of the fruit boxes that was near me.
"so, which hand did he use to hit you earlier?" I asked while staring intently at the girl.
The girl pointed at the man's hands. When I looked at the girl, there were a lot of bruises on her body. I, who was getting upset, started to lift the machete I was carrying.
Clark...!!
I slashed the man's hand from left to right until it broke. The girl covered her eyes because she couldn't bear to see how cruel I was.
"you?, want to?, wear this I bought for the ride home, but let it" I gave you a blanket I bought earlier this afternoon.
"Thank you ka.sih" said the girl.
Suddenly the sound of footsteps from behind me, I immediately took the machete I was using and hid behind the alley road that turned to the left.
Salek.sreek.
Seen the Herald coming from behind the wall, how is this, he must be very disappointed with me who has done this dirty deed, I feel guilty coming out from behind the turn of the alley.
"G-gray did you kill that guy?" ask the Herald not to believe it.
The Herald approached me, I could only look down and throw my face away. The Herald saw the girl in my grasshopper.
"oh, I see.gray quickly got into the bar before anyone came here, and also took off your shoes while walking so no one knows what you're doing." the Herald told me.
"what about the girl?, she's cold." I asked.
"i thought you were doing it for her, of course it was brought along" said the Herald, smiling with relief.
Me and the girl entered the herald's bar to rest, the Herald was a trusted man and seemed very fed up with the townspeople, but could do nothing.
"i can't believe you did it, I'm really amazed at you. Actually was... Almost every day the man tortured the slaves he stole from a nearby village, sometimes he was willing to finish him off for a little mistake. I who was here could do nothing and could only listen to the cries of those he tortured, and he usually left the bodies of his slaves just in the middle of the road. Thank goodness you eliminated it." said the Herald felt grateful.
"i didn't kill him." I said with a slight tone down.
"what!?" The Herald was surprised by what I said.
"i just cut off both hands, to teach him a lesson" I said.
"all right, for a while you two should stay here, take it easy I won't report you. Because I also hold a little grudge against the man." the Herald assured me.
"thank you uncle you are good as always." I smiled with relief and bowed my body.
"so what's your name.?" ask me while looking at that girl.
The girl just shook her head and looked down. I gave him a loaf of bread I bought this morning.
"Do you want?." I gave her a loaf of bread. "fine because you won't tell me your name, I'll call you a wiserah, dad." I decided on a name for the girl.
The girl took the bread that I gave her, because it was past midnight that I took her to walk up to rest. But it seemed that Wisdom could not walk because of the wound on her leg, I was the one who was cut up to her, directly carrying her in front with both hands.
"well, now that you are no longer a slave, now you are a princess" I said as I carried her.
Without realizing it, Arifah cried hearing my words earlier. He hugged me tightly. I'm sure he's been through some dark and painful times. Once in the room, I placed it on the bed, and I slept on the sofa facing her.
But something unexpected happened in the morning.
- serial-
1 Gold coin for 10 silver coins.
1 Silver coin for 15 bronze coins.
note: this story I changed a little from the beginning, the color of the use of language is not appropriate.
