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Safitry
The swift sound of the Cijulang river that divides several small hamlets under the slopes of Mount Honje Pandeglang area into its own music that is so attached to the ears of a village girl named Safitri.
Safitri is a girl who is just 19 years old at this time and she is still sitting in the 12th class of MAN in the sub-district city with a distance of about 10 km from her home. Safitri hamlet located in a remote and difficult to reach area is an obstacle for Safitri to travel from home to school by riding a bicycle..
Sometimes life is unfair. People who are struggling with treasures can polish their appearance in such a way without worrying even though they have to spend a lot of money. While in one place in the other hemisphere, both parents Safitri had to fight desperately just to eat a family and send their children to school.
Mirah the mother was a farm worker who always went to work in the fields owned by a landlady from the end of dawn prayers and returned when the sun had begun to lean west. Likewise with her husband Bahrul, she did the same job as a farm worker.
Safitri is not a beautiful village flower girl like girls in novel stories or serial dramas but she is a plain and innocent village girl but calm and brave. Safitri who is the standard-looking local girl with long wavy hair and fair-skinned langsat typical of Indonesian women.
Her face looks naturally beautiful without makeup polish even powder though, her thick and neat eyebrows plus a fairly pointed nose make it look sweet ayu not boring to look at.
The sky looked dark ahead to entering ashar, sayup-sayup heard the sound of prayer from the village mosque not far from the river where Safitri used to wash clothes at this time.
"Listen to all night long I pray ..." the singing of the present song flowed melodiously from Fitri's unsymmetrical lips while his hands agilely grinded clothes on a large rock with a body limited to the knees submerged in river water.
Drizzles began to fall as well as the rumbling of the Cijulang river flow seemed to be increasingly swift omens in the upper reaches of the river at the top of mount honje had fallen rain to cause the flow of the river to be increasingly swift. Some logs were seen flowing against the large rocks in the middle of the river, Safitri hurriedly cleaned his clothes and washing equipment into a medium-sized bucket tub.
The solid body contains a black t-shirt wrapped in black t-shirts combined with 3/football pants/4 ancient times really close to the face of Safitri in a very old look not like a girl of the present but more like an old age girl.
"Well! Ageung pisan flow semai loba rapids Oge. mending less sedges wae." thought Fitri when he saw the flow of the river Cijulang increasingly swift from the direction upstream-.
As Fitri was tidying up her laundry to put in all of a sudden.
DUARRRRR
"Subhan Allahu Akbar Astaghfirullah!" safitri exclaimed as she covered her ears as a very loud thunderbolt deafened and shook her chest.
"Allahu Akbar, O Allah, protect the servant until the house." muttered Safitri half-run towards your house which is quite far away.
Lightning strikes and lightning sounds are mutually unpretentious makes Safitri shudder occasionally lift his shoulders while chanting lafadz tahmid and takbir repeatedly.
"Assynnya!" safitri shouted open the door to enter a medium-sized house whose half of the wall was still made of bamboo cubicles.
"Waalaikumsalam, be afraid!" yelled the youngest Beautiful immediately grabbed him.
Safitri put a tub filled with laundry on a wooden chair then walked to sit while hugging Indah and gently rubbed his back so that the youngest was calm.
"Read Subhanallah deck, do not be afraid that they are on a clean as well" said Safitri soothing beautifully.
"Yes tea but still Ndah was afraid." reply the youngest did not want to let go of his embrace even now sitting on Safitri's lap
"Manja, kolokan maneh mah," the voice of Ayu Safitri's second sister who just came out of her room.
"Ayy, ma'am tos uwih?" tanya Safitri suddenly remembered her mother.
"Udah Ayy don't play first, a lot of lightning." Safitri warned Ayu to stop playing her HP when heavy rain falls like this.
"Don't make me contemplate tea." saut Ayu cuek with a reprimand Safitri.
Safitri just shook his head to see Ayu who still did not want to hear his advice.
DUARRRRR
"DOLUHH!" exquisitely and Ayu shouted together because of the extremely loud thunder.
Even Ayu's phone fell to the floor from overwhelming shock
"Subhanallah Allahu Akbar!" several times Safitri echoed lafaz takbir and tasbih from his lips.
"Unfit, pity you haven't come home" beautifully turned her face up to look at Safitri while stretching her arms.
"Astaghfiullah! yes, I have not returned home still in the rice field. O Allah may nothing happen to you." Anxiety was clearly heard from the words that slid through Safitri's mouth.
After nearly half an hour of heavy rain accompanied by wind and thunder and lightning stopped slowly the sky turned bright. The air feels fresh coupled with the sound of raindrops falling freezing rainwater makes the atmosphere of the countryside comfortable and soothing.
"WAAKK BAHDRULL!" hysterically shouted a tall young man with a caping on his head running into the middle of the rice field.
"astagfirullahaladzim innalillahi wa innalillahi roji'un Uwaa! Hiks hyks hyks." the young man's crying voice sounded extremely shocked looking at the charred body that was in front of him.
His burly hand trembled to touch the charred body, his eyes looked red with tears flowing just like that on the face that seemed clearly fear mixed with sadness.
"Young, Huuuuaaaaaa!" breaking was already sobbing it into heartbreaking joint cries.
The young man embraced the charred body that was in front of him as he continued to sob.
"God, why is this all happening to the pakdee hyks hyks." rintik the young man while continuing to hug the dead middle-aged man's body with an unrecognizable face except black like charcoal.
From a distance, some men with hoes shouldered ran up to them with panicked faces shocked by the incident of one of their fellow farmers who was struck by lightning during the afternoon road.
"Astaghfirullah Bahrul!!" the screams of several people were almost at the same time when they saw the familiar body on the face and was in the arms of the young man.
"Mastille! Hurry up Bahrul don't be too late here afraid of lightning again." orders one middle-aged man who is the same age as Badrun warned.
The young man called Nanan immediately raised Badrul's body aided by some peasants to get away from the scene.
"Dit, quickly report this incident the same Teten boss as Mr. Kades." orders Samsul while helping Bahrul who has been stuck
...Death is inevitable even if the man hides in a solid fortress....
