I'll avenge my Revenge

Ericka And A Story 2

"What a pity for you" said Annie in tears at Ayumi's story.

Hiro hugged his best friend who had become his lover, they strengthened each other.

"It's fine, as long as there's Hiro next to me. Everything is fine" said Ayumi while looking warmly at her lover.

Next came an arab-faced man telling them his story, more precisely the story of his little sister.

THE STORY OF ZAHRAH AND ZAIN

A few dozen years ago, in a small village in a country full of conflict. Wars always occur in the country, whether it is war between countries or civil war.

There was a family, his father a warrior. In addition to a farmer his father also fought against the invaders and their brothers who tried to betray this country.

"Dad, don't go again. If Dad leaves who will take care of us" said Zain, when he was a teenager, he was only 16 years old.

He has three younger siblings, his second sister Zahrah, the third named Malik and the youngest named Rayyan.

Zahra is 14, Malik is 10 and Rayyan is 7. While her mother was an ordinary housewife, she usually helped her husband work in their fields. If her husband is not there, her children will help her.

On that day, their father had to leave due to the news that there would be an attack on their border region. Actually it's not just their father who left, on average all the adult men went to war.

"Zain, I leave your mother and sisters to you. Now the burden of my responsibility leave it to you, protect and take care of them with your life, son.

I know, this is all hard for you. It will be very heavy if our country continues to be colonized and terrorized like this. Fathers and warriors want to liberate our country so that we can all live freely and comfortably.

Zain, son. You're all my most precious treasure, not once have I forgotten you. Be a filial son to your mother, and be a protective brother to your brothers.

Zain, son. Dad is so dependent on you, when Dad is gone then everything is your responsibility, not that Dad is out of responsibility but I want you to be a strong and independent man.

You can stand alone, without the help of others. Take care of your family, protect them. I'm handing them over to you." That's his father's last message.

They never met again, a few months later. About 6 months have passed since their father's departure.

The villagers had an uninvited guest, a group of strangers came to them. Pretending to give help but having other intentions, besides the foreigners there are local residents with them.

The man also helped persuade the citizens to give their children to work with the foreigners.

"Mom don't have to worry, Mother's children will be safe with them. They will be treated well, paid a large salary and fed well.

We will also provide assistance every month to the mother's family, so there is no harm. At the very least, your burden will be lessened with their departure.

So I don't have to think about what to eat every day, or fear that your children can't live a decent life. All will be borne by their company-them this." Said the man.

"They are not a burden to me, they are my responsibility given by Allah SWT. If I feel the burden of taking care of them, it indicates that I have failed to live the trust of God and my husband.

I'm a mother, it's my responsibility to take care of my children. Go, I'm not interested in your persuasion. Treasure is not everything to us.

This is all just a deposit from Allah SWT, at least we are grateful for what has been given to us so far. And thank God my children grow up healthy and they are happy" Zain's mother subtly refused.

The man came home disappointed, he left the old hut empty-handed. While in the third village, he was intercepted by a girl in front of him.

"Uncle, is it true what you told me about the company? And why do they need us kids?" Zahrah looked at the man full of his curiosity.

The man smiled slylyly, it seems like this child is falling into his trap. He approached Zahrah and looked at him with confidence.

"That's all right, son. Imagine, coming home from work you can go to school and play. There will be many children like you there, you will not bother to take care of your home and sisters again.

You can also build a new house and do not need to live in the hut, and your mother no longer needs to go to the fields, your sisters can eat well and have new toys every day.

How, are you interested in the job? You want your family to be happy, right?" talk to the old man.

Zahrah returned home with a worried heart, telling the man to think about it first while persuading his mother.

"Mother, Zahrah wants to ask Mom." The girl sat down and looked up at her mother.

"What's up, kid? Why are you suddenly like this?" his mother seemed worried for his only daughter.

Since Zahrah never sat down to him like that, if he did that there were two possibilities, one he did wrong and apologized and the second he must have asked him for something.

"Mom, I've been gone a long time and I'm not coming back. Usually he had never left for so long, only three months at most and this had already entered the seventh month.

Mother, honestly. Are you still with us or not?" ask Zahrah in tears.

"Astaghfirullah, Son. Istighfar! Never think like that, your father is still around. He's still fighting for our country" with his mother's quivering voice explaining that to his daughter.

"Mother, don't try to cover something up for a lie. Say, Mum... We will accept it.

"Son, your father is now fighting for that freedom" Zahrah never interrupted his mother's speech, only this time he did.

"It's not that freedom, Mom! I want to be free to go to school, and achieve my goals. Unlike this country, let alone school, safe living is difficult. Just to eat.

Do the leaders of this country understand us, do they help us! Do they think about the fate of the warrior and his family." said Zahrah quietly while crying.

"Mom, I'm tired of life here. I want a change, I'll go. Therefore allow and pray for me to be safe and happy always.

Mom, I'm gonna go out with that stranger for a better life. I want to realize our desires all, so let me go.

And my blessing, pray for me..." Zahrah cried and ran to her room.

Her mother was so shocked by the request of her only daughter, she did not expect that the princess had a great desire. For all this time Zahrah never spoke or said all his wishes.

She's a shy and quiet girl, she always put her younger siblings' interests first. He always harbored all his desires alone, because he knew they could not realize them.

Until then, he revealed all his heart and longing to his father.

Her mother only cried because she never understood her daughter, because she never knew her wish. He was just lamenting his fate.

"Mother, why are you still here? Come, Ma... I will take him to the room and rest" Zain said gently to his mother.

"No, Son. Let me stay here alone" she said, crying.

Zain looked at the middle-aged woman he respected a lot, and asked what had happened. His mother told him all of Zahrah's wishes and regretted not being able to realize them.

Zain headed to his sister's room feeling devastated, devastated by not being able to look after his sister, devastated to see his mother hurt.

"Zahrah! Zahrah! Open the door, I want to talk" said Zain knocking on his sister's bedroom door.

But there was no answer from the inside, he thought Zahrah might be asleep so he let her go.

Until morning came, he did not come out of his room. Usually he helps his mother make breakfast or just clean their house.

But that day was different, Zain was not feeling well he was agitated he broke down the door of the room and sure enough, his sister was no longer there.

He ran out of the house hoping to find his sister but nil, instead he got a new fact that some children in his village also went missing.

They suspect the children went with the stranger, either kidnapped or of their own free will. Because there are some children who have the same story as Zahrah.

Zain and several other young men were intent on finding the whereabouts of the children, so he left without saying goodbye to his mother. At that time there was his brother Malik.

"Malik, Brother will go look for Zahrah. Your sister, now the responsibility of this house is in your hands. Take care of mom and Rayyan.

Protect them and take care of them, obey your mother, help her work and do not burden her too much.

And to Rayyan, protect and take care of your only brother. Do not fight often and try to give in to him.

Brother will go, send greetings to mother, and say my apologies to her" Zain told his sister, Malik.

At that time Malik was 10 years old and he understood enough with his brother's words, he only said yes and promised because he could not resist the crying of the separation.

And that was the last time Zain met his family, until he and the young men managed to sneak out of his country and find information on the whereabouts of the children.

Intentions want to help find the children and want to bring back his sister, instead he was confined in that place can not return. Some of the young men who went with him were separated from him, and did not know the news of each.

To this day, she does not know where her sister is. Are you alive or not? Whether or not he's there, he doesn't know.

"Your life is also sad" said Annie, wiping away her tears.

Ericka remembered with her brothers, how strong the ties of the fraternity were. We can do something dangerous to protect each other.

"I'm sure my brother did the same as you did" Ericka said, trying to be strong in front of everyone.

"Will he go like me?" ask Zain.

"No, but it's much more than that" Ericka said.

She knew how reckless and strong her brother was, so that he could do anything for her. Who else if not Reva.

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