Why We Married?

What Seen Part 11

"Do you know you're handsome, boi." I said to the 7-year-old Japanese-speaking boy who followed me home.

He did not answer of course, other than not understanding my ravings from his expression alone he was too tired to just spend his energy in answering. Patiently and understandingly he kept smiling wryly listening to every insignificant chatter I made, occasionally he rubbed his own face with his two tiny hands to remove the sweat that had been pouring through his long eyelashes.

"Are you tired?" I asked as I stopped my steps and looked at him very closely.

He was stunned for a moment after realizing my face was very close in front of him, then again rubbed his face because now his sweat has forced into his big round eyes, so it feels sore.

"Hey, let me see!!" My words that put away his hands and immediately brought my conch to his eyes and blew it slowly.

He was motionless, an innocent and natural look of shock from a 7-year-old who had never once received such disrespectful treatment, her next hand held tightly onto my sleeve like she was reluctant to let go.

"Come, we're almost there!!" Quickly, I grabbed her tiny hand with my no less tiny hand, holding her excitedly towards the place home.

Every now and then she stared bitterly at my small back behind her beautiful round bead of eyes, her grunt sounding smooth as if enjoying this journey.

"Calm down, when you get home. I'll make you my husband, then we'll live happily." I watched too many soap operas at the age of 5.

Even though he didn't understand what I was saying, he looked stunned as he looked at the smile of the girl whose front teeth were barrel-shaped for gargling with high pyrite water. Belitung is a tin-miner island, so it is only natural that on this island the average teeth of the inhabitants are exhausted because in gerogoti water contaminated by metal content.

"FATHERY!!" I screamed in front of my own yard while running around.

The boy gasped flickered looking at me, his expression as if hinting between shock and wonder. A haphazard culture never once exhibited by a conglomerate family.

"Well, you're home, son." Reply Mr. who came out of the backyard with a white button shirt carrying a racket on his shoulder. It looks like he has gone to the next door neighbor who was once his rival and both won the badminton sports district of Junior High.

"Bapaa!!" I rushed towards him with small footsteps in a tone of complaint, "look at Father, I brought the man I will marry later!!" My words were pointing at the little boy who was stunned in front of the fence of our yard.

"It is not yet time for you to worry about the escort, my son!!" He half chuckled and did not look straight ahead.

"I love him Sir!!" My whine pointed at the boy while jumping with excitement, Crazy words that will not understand a 5-year-old boy.

"Isn't Samsudin too old for you, my son, when you grow up he's 40." My father thought I was talking about 18-year-old Samsudin, a native of the sea bugis who have been living on the island of Belitung for generations. Samsudin is often ordered by the father to shop for sasetan coffee in a shop that is a short distance from our residence, seeing her never refute the words of my father or the old men who told her to shop, then I sinister her as a dream boyfriend, "later you will be the wife of a sailor boy, son, he would sail out into the ocean looking for fish and come home once a few weeks. Even though I'm no longer worried about not eating fish." I added his jokes.

"The sumimasen!!!!"

*Translate, sorry excuse me.

He stared motionless, The boy was suddenly in the middle of our conversation. Bak saw tuyul in broad daylight, or found pieces of jewelry scattered on the ground. I froze in front of a handsome boy in Japanese.

That day there was heavy rain accompanied by strong wind, strong wind, there was no one in the house but me and the little bule who had hugged my arm from hearing the faint sound of thunder.

My father left 30 minutes ago after being stunned to see the little bule boy I was carrying, I never saw him give such a sweet expression.

Duuaarr.....

The boy curled up in my armpits with a body trembling in fear after hearing the thunders.

"You okay?" I turned around and greeted her hands with my arms, "don't be afraid, I'm here." I calmed her trembling body and occasionally rubbed her cold back.

Braackkk.....

Suddenly there was the sound of a door that opened forcibly from behind accompanied by several falling objects that could be heard colliding with each other, so loud that the voice even sounded in the middle of a storm like this.

"Wait here!" My words locked her in my closet so she wouldn't feel scared when I wasn't around. He simply nodded his head in resignation, and continued to hold onto both of his trembling knees.

"Mom!!" Call me back and forth from my room and look for that loud voice, "umaaak?" I screamed with a scream.

My mother won't be home at this hour, even though it's raining she also can't possibly have the mind to go through the back door because there's no access other than around the high neighbor fence. So I can make sure that it wasn't my mother who made a noise, but still in fighting my anxiety, I think my mother came.

MIAAWW...

I turned.

A neighbor cat greets me with wet fur while licking his body in front of the frame connecting the middle room and the dark kitchen hallway.

Looking at the cat, the thought of a 5-year-old boy like me was a very relieved feeling. Not a monster or a stranger who entered this house that was making a noise, but an orange-colored neighbor cat with a dirty body and soaked.

I approached the hairy beast with a carefree feeling as I bowed my body preparing to observe it, but suddenly my back turned cold with a threatening foreign feeling.

I stared at the cat who kept licking his body as if joking with the circumstances, my back as cold as if a piercing gaze was watching my steps.

When my instincts were already feeling the irregularity around me, my body realized it too late.

A familiar man, standing on my back with a wrathful look, his blackened figure covered in the darkness of the hallway of this house, as if being camouflaged did not present itself before my life.

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My gaze was dark, faintly heard a rowdy sound from an engine that was heating up so that it let out a hissing sound. When I move a little bit of my body, my head even feels dizzy along with something that feels warm flowing out of my temple.

What the hell's going on? I was dreaming, but why does it feel so real. Even the blood that was seeping out of my temple for a long time felt like it was real.

I just kept up the courage to crav

my surroundings. Sure enough, this was not a dream, but a real bitter tragedy.

"Thanks!!" I cried while holding his face full of blood and shaking his body, but he did not turn and kept his eyes closed. Quickly I close my ears to his chest, "Archie!!" I cried again because his heartbeat was still clearly heard in my ears.

"Uugghhhhh...!!" He suddenly responded by twitching his forehead slightly and moving his eyelids steadily, a sign that he was about to wake up.

Drap, draap, draap...

There were footsteps from several people approaching our car that were paralyzed by the collision.

"Dafa, Sabiru!!" I cried out in panic while shaking their bodies one by one the same unconscious. But there was no response at all from the two of them other than a slow breathing like someone who was sound asleep.

Just as my body moved to open the door of the car next to Archie, suddenly a firearm swung at my temple behind the broken car glass.

"Get out with your hands up!!" The command of the man who brandished his firearm at my temple.

But I just kept quiet and looked at him uneasily.

"QUICK!!!" His screams kept me closed.

Being forced to feel tormented, I followed his will and took my body out past Archie who grimaced in the depths of his eyes.