The Repentance of the Mafia

Drifting

Byyuuurrhas...

He also fell into a river where the water was quite heavy. He who can't see the situation around. Can't balance his body. Be he swayed udders carried by river currents.

" Aauuggww.hk...!"

In the rushing water. Samuel vented his pain when his body hit the rock. Until the impact for the fourth time on his head. He was also unconscious again.

***

In an old hut

"Sir, I was washing into the river first huh? Ismail is still sleeping." A beautiful hijab-wearing woman approached the old grandmother who was cleaning the yam garden behind her house.

"It's still 6 in the morning, boy, slippery road. You'll be in the river soon." Said the grandmother, she was afraid that her grandson slipped and fell. Because last night it was raining. If that happens, the business is long. Because they will find it hard to ask for help. If her grandson gets hurt. Only they live in the forest. There are no neighbors. And the other villages are 10 km from where they currently live.

"Can't be grandma. I'm claustrophobic." He said with a slashing face. Holding butt.

"Kanu dig up the land there. Ce bok her to keg there. Our barrels are full!"

"Damn... It's dirty grandma. Don't want aah... Granny ismail, wake up or not, Grandma?!" Said the woman with her face folded. Because it's been so stoned.

"Yes, you're His heart." Shouted the grandmother.

"Yes Nek." Nisya ran fast, towards the river which was 500 meters away from their hut. Quite far away. In his right hand, he was about a bucket of dirty clothes and soap.

The forest was usually passed through. Meeting with forest animals, did not make him afraid anymore because he was used to the situation in the forest.

Nisya Meylani (25 years old), Widow of one child. Living in the isolated forest with his grandmother who is now 75 years old. How not to worry they live alone in the middle of the forest with the nearest neighbor as far as 10 kilometers. This happened, because the grandmother evacuated the residents. The grandmother was slandered to have black magic and a poisoner.

It is true that my grandmother had knowledge. But, the knowledge he had from the white people, not black science. But that slander is undeniable.

Their situation is very concerning in the middle of the forest. They occupy slums made of wood, are hollow everywhere and unworthy. When the rain arrives they are always wet, as well as when night comes, there is no adequate lighting because it only relies on lamps.

The condition of their home is as sad as the life of this grandmother and grandchild everyday. Food sources rely on only a patch of cassava and cocoa gardens to survive. There are also other types of fruit such as bananas. But, they have to keep extra tight all the plants, because wild pigs, monkeys and even rats are the biggest enemies of their plants. Nisya did not give up. He often looks for fruit that can be eaten in the middle of the forest. He wants his son to stay full of food. Even he is good at taking fish in the river, by choosing a bubu to catch fish. Therefore, despite living in a limited forest, his son Nisya. Ismail grew up healthy and smart.

"Uwuhhhhgg.. Oh Allah... It feels so good...!" Nisya said with her plong face. He began to wash the dirty clothes he was carrying. On the left and right sides of the river, many monkeys were hanging on bamboo, enau and other large trees. Such circumstances, did not scare Hisya. Even sometimes, there are monkeys that mupeng, approaching it with its burning turmoil. Undaunted, he will fight the monkey.

Even once, the bucket and soap place Naina in the run of the ignorant monkey. Naina is definitely angry. Because the grandmother said. The monkey will be afraid, if we bring wood when chasing the animals.

"Alhamdulillah.... Oh Allah... Thank you, still given health for me, grandma and ismail." He said with teary eyes. He finished washing. When she took a shower, she took off her hijab. Yeah, even though there's nobody else in the woods. There were only the three of them, Hisya kept his aura closed. No man saw her in that place.

When taking a shower, he will also check. What bubu he sailed last night, got fish. He is actually not sure, in his bubble trapped fish. Because, the water droplets increase, due to rain. This morning the water was still big. But, it is still possible to wash and bathe.

Nisya dragged his feet in the water, towards the bubu he was holding, yesterday afternoon. If the boat doesn't get fish. In their hut there were still smoked fish, which he could cook for their meal this morning.

His hand began to stretch out to reveal a type of parachute cloth near his lathe.

"Aarrhgg..... Granny.....!" nisya shouted, he was not aware of his loud voice, Because he was surprised when his hand touched a corpse.

Ciiuu...

Ciiuuukkk

The monkeys that were around the juha river were noisily, due to the loud cry of Nisha.

"No...!"

Nisha said, holding her quivering and pale lips. He did not dare to pull the corpse that was stuck in a branch that was washed away near his lathe. With a deathly pale face, he galloped towards their hut. He will report to his grandmother. There are corpses in the river. Nisya had actually not seen the face of the corpse. Because he's so scared right now.

Arriving at their hut. The grandmother was seen drinking on the porch of their hut. The grandmother was quite surprised to see Nisya who ran away with fear.

"Mr.. Grandma...!" He huffles. Breathing one-one. Snappiness and fear come together to ambush him, seeing a corpse in the river.

"You why Hisya? bullied that monkey again?' asked the grandmother, laughing. Yeah, there's a monkey who has a crush on him. Even the monkeys often bring bananas to their huts, as a sign of PDKT in Hisya.

Nisya held onto her chest that was roaring violently. His body was still trembling, out of fear. His face was still pale.

" Ne, Grandma...!" Speech breaks off, because he needs a lot of oxygen. The grandmother patiently waited for Nisha to speak. "In the river, there's a dead body of Nek!" He said with great fear. He shuddered in horror.

"Corpse?" the grandmother wanted to clarify, Hisya said.

"Yes my grandma." His answer is still ngosan.

The grandmother got up from her seat. "Maybe people are drifting." Grandma still speaks flat.

"Yeah, how's it. No. Maybe we buried it here. And there's no way we'll tell the village next door. We fear being slandered again, Grandma. It says kill people, for black magic!" His words are still with great fear.

They have the same experience. There were bodies found in the river. Grandma reported to the village on foot for 10 km. In the village, he was slandered. And almost the grandmother died in the village. But, thanks. The grandmother could martial arts at that time.

"Let's see, don't be afraid of being slandered." Said the grandmother firmly.

"I, yes, grandma!" His heart is still frightened. His body is still shivering. Besides being scared, he was also cold. "Grandmother, how is Ismail?" The fear that had invaded His heart, was extremely excessive. Though Ismail used to be left in a hut, when he was looking for extra food in the Forest.

"Ismail is still sleeping! get machetes!" the grandmother said, starting to step towards the river.

Nisya rushed to the hut to grab the machete. He looked at the child who was still asleep. Then he ran after his grandmother.

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