Debt Paying Girl

Bloody Bond

To live happily ever after, that is the hope of every human being. Everyone tries to realize dreams even though sometimes destiny is not always at will.

Time is the whip to keep going. He who is left behind is forever in decline, but he who seeks will reap the fruits of his time.

He is Fahri Irawan. The young man who six years ago had completed the final level of education. And completed his education at the city's favorite college with a scholarship fund. Intelligent youth who have broad insight and civilized.

In every gossip by women both old and young, only the good qualities are dominant in gossip. The rest is about the handsome Fahri.

And his spoiled sister is also cheerful named Syafa. The childish attitude that only Syafa shows to Fahri and Sibu the rest will look elegant when greeting the neighbors. He is much younger than Fahri. Maybe four or five years. The sweet ayu. Not much different from Fahri's kindness. Sibu has taught her how to be a perfect woman.

Fahri is cleaner in skin than Syafa. It is yellow with a pointed nose and grayish eyeballs. While Syafa is identical to the color of mature sapodilla and brown round eyes like the natives of Indonesia.

But the two never had a problem with that.

Fahri spent his days working as a farmer. Sometimes he grows crops in his own fields, sometimes also helping in the fields of others with the knowledge he gained while studying in college. The farming group he built, managed to advance society. Natural resources that were previously abandoned, have now turned into a source of income. Economic changes are evident with the rapid progress of the local market.

All that he did as a form of devotion to the mother. And also the desire to be able to send Syafa to a high level like himself. Because their mothers are relatively old no longer allow to bear the burden of family living.

Like today, Fahri was bathed in sweat under the hot sun. The corn season is over. The yellowish expanse was like scattered gold. The corn has been removed from the tree. Ready to be processed in the folding section when you get home later. Actually this land is a rice field. But as the dry season arrives, Fahri chooses to grow corn that requires less water than rice.

Irrigation in the dry season made a schedule so that there is no more scramble for irrigation and checks between farmers.

Three hours later, Fahri was bathed in sweat. Eventually all the corn was gathered. Waiting for the transport car to arrive.

Shafa smiled from a distance. Looking lovingly at my dear brother. The delivery from the mother to the sister.

"Biggat!" shafa shouted as he reached the other side of the river. Fahri waved his hand with a smile. As if it was gone was the tiredness he had complained about since morning.  Her sister's sweet face was her biggest encouragement. And Syafa's smile was like a thirst cure when it struck.

"Be careful!" shouted Fahri when Syafa began to cross the bamboo bridge that was deliberately made to facilitate the crossing without having to plunge into canenan.

Kalenan is a canal for rural people.

"Ih, Big Brother is so good. Always." said Syafa who of course only heard by himself.

"Send, Fa?" greet someone to Syafa. The rice field neighbors who do have this friendly attitude often ngguyoni Syafa when following his brother.

"Emang has been waiting for, Fa. Fahriiiii..iki! eat o dicik! oiii." Continue that person.

"Don't, Lek!" fahri replied with a smile.

"Yen kok kok lawuh e asin means your brother kui jaluk rabbi." joked the neighbor of the rice field while lowering his caping. The middle-aged man downed the bottle of drink he had brought from home. He also took his provisions and then approached the brothers.

"Taken by a ghost is also fine, Lek!" joked Shafa without hesitation. He was immediately greeted by the laughter of the middle-aged man.

"Just like a little kitten!" I joke about the middle-aged man again.

They have been neighbors for a long time so they know each other. The middle-aged man had only one child and was already married. So how could I possibly marry again.

"Yes, he wants the same handsome Son, Lek. mosok the same Kitten," Fahri timpal immediately got a thumbs up from Syafa.

"It's your fault also why not eat my lunch. Though the rice is also the same white." sambar Lek by pouring water on the fingers then began to open the provisions first. Eat it with pleasure while occasionally making jokes.

After a few minutes, I finished eating. The old man called Lek came home first because he was getting tired. Syafa is still at home in his sitting position while peeling corn whose skin has dried. Fahri took back the corn from the tree.

Fahri noticed the look on his sister's face and began to think about what future he would give. A wedding? of course Fahri thought about it. Will he be able to let his sister go with someone else after taking care of him for so long?

Her brother is spoiled and whiny. Now growing into a beautiful girl who is charming. How could he give his sister to just anyone?

"Ow!"

Fahri half-running grabbed the tip of Syafa's index finger that had been blood red.

"Why are you so careless, hemmh? Already brother told you to just stay put. Or just go home there. But you're stubborn. Now look." said Fahri while pouring blood with drinking water. Fahri immediately tore the tip of the shabby shirt that he used to wrap Syafa's index finger so that it could clog the blood that came out not excessive. Shafa grimaced for a moment, but then smiled sweetly.

"Thank you, Brother! These wounds can even heal instantly. Brother is the best medicine in the world." Shafa hugged Fahri tightly.

"Already! already! Don't seduce me.  I told you many times to be careful." Fahri menjwil chin Syafa. Pinched his sister's gaunt cheeks then scrambled Syafa's hair. "Basic recalcitrant. Look, you're finally hurt because of your stubbornness."

"And Brother will always be a medicine to me!" sambar Syafa with sparkling eyes.

"No Shafa!" fahri denied throwing a look in the other direction. At the end of the road beside the river a vegetable transport car creeping. That's where Fahri's eyes are fixed.

"Why?" Search Syafa.

Silent.

The wind wiggled wildflowers. He then flew and fell not far from the whereabouts of the brothers.

"Flowers will not bloom forever in the garden. If it had been time to be plucked he would have adorned another place. So is the village flower like my sister. There's a time when you'll be picked up and decorated someone else's house."

Shafa's mood suddenly changed. He may be an adult, but his heart always feels small. He never imagined a day without his brother.

"Why did you talk about it? Can't I get married but stay with Brother and Sibu?" Syafa's question made Fahri's forehead wrinkle.  It is also true that Syafa said so. But a woman's life is not that easy. There are times when women must be filial and follow where the husband goes. Even his mother's brother wouldn't be able to prevent that.

"But every wife is obliged to serve and serve her husband after he is married. I also hope your husband will stay with us. But, if fate requires you to go with him, Big Brother can't do anything."

"If so, Shafa won't marry!"

Shafa stood up and ran. Fahri melengos while grunting. Not long after that, Shafa shouted.

"Yeahkkkk?"

"Geez!"

Chapter 2 please stop by the stall