Death Island

Blood is more concentrated than water

Muti sat on one of the rocks on the cliff, seeing his sister had already turned into a tough and tough woman.

In the past, he remembered Yahmen always crying and hurt whenever he had to run after the bad deer.

Not to mention that he had to repeatedly fall and get injured from the cliff while climbing.

He often cries when his knee bleeds from branch to branch if he slips down, when jumping branch by branch.

Every night Muti hugged his scrawny sister with his dense black hair filling his head.

His eyes were so pitiful, but he had a determination as strong as steel, every full moon he always looked at the moon.

From childhood, one thing Yahmen never missed.

He always wished their father and mother to return from the moon and return to Beeluf Island.

Rayan gave him a silver flute, taught him to blow the flute. So that every night he always chanted his sadness and longing to his Father and Mother.

Yahmen at the age of ten never complained and asked questions about their parents.

He only hated Alberto, so when he was a teenager.

Her extraordinary beauty radiated, she hated the soldiers who wanted to rape her.

So he killed them all in the desert, from then on Yahmen wore his veil.

He didn't want people to see his face and his beauty. Yahmen small to adult prefer to be alone.

In the Forest of Darkness and aloof at the Cliffs of the Hatter when full, and in the Desert with its rocks.

The two realize they miss their father and mother, for even pilgrimage they can't.

All because of the oath and the flood that Bahale the father did so that the flood drowned them out of nowhere.

His father did not want his body and his entire clan who were killed on that terrible night would be touched by Alberto.

So with his last magic power he made the flood swallow his body and all his clan who died.

His father does not know if his two daughters and Sepuh Rayan are still alive, only his mother knows if his two daughters are still alive.

Yahmen swore, "I will kill all the followers of Alberto and Alberto myself. Even though my life is at stake!" yahmen's oath in a time of heavy rain and thunder.

As they ran into the Forest of Darkness when that fateful night happened.

With tears they both ran, and fell. Both of them did not care about their tiny bloody feet being injured due to the thistles and thorns of the plant.

They continued to run until they both fell into the abyss and got caught between the banyan and belanti roots.

It was fortunate that Elders Rayan's eagle was looking for the two, and it was Rayan who took them from the precipice.

It is Rayan who raises and educates both, because both are his grandchildren. Balian's father was the son of his deceased cousin.

He himself has a twin brother who is isolated on the island of Tak Berduan he prefers to be the Hideng Tribe there with his people.

The tribe dressed in dark clothes and weathered the black color of the plants on their faces

Rayan prefers to wear a turban and white clothes like an Arab, since he returned from the Holy Land of Mecca.

While Rayan he married and his wife died in childbirth, as well as his son.

His love for Kamini, a Pakistani woman who was stranded on Beeluf Island, led him to never remarry in his entire life.

He only taught children to teach, people said he had magic when all that he got from the holy book of the Qur'an.

Rayan just smiled, he did not know how he could talk to the eagle and knew many good things had not happened and would happen.

Muti looked at his sister who was still practicing fighting with the mischievous deer, her sister was so beautiful.

The long hair she uncoated was never tied, in contrast to Muti who always curled it up and covered it with a red scarf and red clothes.

Yahmen himself let his hair unravel long, and beautiful. Closing his mouth and nose, and covering his head with a shawl.

He only showed both of his beautiful and brown eyes.

He still remembers his sister being quiet throughout his life, he did not say much. Yahmen only pay attention and learn.

However, his affection and care were always great. He would catch many fish from the sea using his magic.

Take him home, and teach the beeluf to weave and weave.

He always taught children to fight and teach. Read with Arabic or Indonesian.

He was always alone on the cliff and carrying the wounded from the desert, or wherever he could save

Yahmen never expected a thank you from the person he helped, he just kept quiet and passed.

Now, Muti was grateful and a little calm. If later he was no longer there he was sure their Beeluf Clan would progress under the guidance of his sister and Mano as well as their partner.

However, one that still stuck in his mind. He was afraid that Yahmen's revenge and anger would go mad.

If one day he finds himself as the brother who is still left must die.

Muti was stunned, he still wanted a long time at his sister's side. But fate has said otherwise, he is only able to pray for destiny to be a little friendly to him.

Yahmen looked at his brother, he finished his training and greeted his brother with a smile.

Muti is happy now since the presence of Aoi, Balian, and Mano. He smiled a lot and was able to express his feelings.

It is not as cold as the north pole and is not as calm as the deep ocean it starts laughing and blending in, talking and many other things.

"Sister!" yahmen. The two sat on a cliff with their feet dangling in a steep gorge of hatter rocks.

The lila flowers are still blooming even though the full moon is over.

"Yahmen, do you remember our childhood days here?" ask Muti.

Yahmen looked at his brother and smiled, "Sure, I'm always exhausted. And you always carried me on your back up this cliff.

"You know what, brother? Sometimes, I don't think you're that strong. My age and yours are only a few years apart, but you are very strong.

"I thank you, brother!" reply Muti.

Muti smilingly stroked Yahmen's soft hair,

"With the family, no thanks or debt of gratitude. All of that is an obligation, as my brother!" reply Muti,

"blood relation is thicker than water. Blood ties always call to come back, no matter how far it is!" muti smiled.

Both of them looked up at the dark sky full of stars, "Had the Mad Mother Father existed, he would have been proud of you Yahmen!" muti.

Yahmen looked at his brother, "This is all because of you and Sepuh Rayan, Brother! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be anything."

Yahmen embraces his brother's shoulder, he is always at peace within Muti's shoulder and embrace. He felt that Muti was a father, mother, brother, friend, and all things.

So that he does not lack the affection of everything.

Yahmen knew, his brother spent a lot of time for him and their Beeluf Clan.

He never thought about getting married. Yahmen knew her sister was very beautiful her gentle and motherly nature,

he has an ocean-wide love. He never punishes his enemies if he wants to repent.

Muti was an outstanding chief in their clan. He never sided with anyone, for him all the same.

Including Yahmen, if Yahmen made a mistake he punished him.

However, Yahmen never did anything wrong. Muti and Rayan were so proud of Yahmen.