Mystery of Death Flowers
Fights with Strangers

Mango village forests are dotted with tall, dense trees, creating a layer of shade that restricts sunlight from entering. Light swung between the leaves, creating a mysterious game of shadows above the mossy ground.

The sound of the leaves being blown by the wind and the singing of the forest birds created a natural and serene atmosphere, as if the world outside the forest was no longer anything.

Right in the middle of the forest, there was an open field surrounded by lower trees. The ground of the field is composed of dense green grass, giving enough space for movement and fighting. Some tree roots peek at the surface of the ground, creating natural barriers that fighters can exploit as protection or footholds.

Bugh! Tagha! Dugh!

"Ahhh, shit!"

"Revelation! You should not interfere!"

Brakk!

"Murhhh ..."

The atmosphere in the village forest was filled with tension, especially since this place bore witness to the ongoing fight.

The sound of careful steps and heavy breathing filled the air as the fighters walked into the forest. All the natural elements around seemed to be preparing to watch the upcoming fights creating an atmosphere that felt silent but also full of anticipation.

The situation is very tense and full of tension. The strangers seemed like they were just about to start a ritual event that was important to them, and Radit resolutely tried to derail it.

Radit breathed heavily, controlling himself so as not to get more emotional.

"You can't continue this show! This is a wrong move and must be stopped! What's your goal?" he wanted to know, because these people were unknown to him.

So also with the people of Mangga village, who went along with Radit.

No one knows these strangers. Nor do they know what the purpose of this ritual is.

"We have waited so long for this, and you came to destroy it! What's your business with this?" ask one of the strangers, rubbing the corner of his bloody lips.

Radit stared and faced them firmly. He was used to this kind of situation.

"I don't care what you do. But you did it in the village of Mangga, which is our village."

When Radit tries to speak politely, they respond with anger and even rude actions. This leads to a situation that is difficult to avoid.

In the tense atmosphere, Radit tried to explain his objections to some people from the foreign group. He spoke loudly and determinedly, trying to make them understand the reason behind his actions.

Although tense, the conversation involved an exchange of arguments and views between Radit and the men. No physical action occurred during the conversation, but the atmosphere remained filled with disapproval and anxiety.

"Ah, so you want to be the hero who saved the village, huh? You don't understand anything!" the man was sarcastic, and was taken by the people in his group.

Radit looked at them with narrowed eyes, not understanding what they were saying.

"I don't understand what you mean. But if you want to do something that's not right don't be here." Radit gave another warning.

"Haha ... You think you can change anything with your empty words? We won't stop!"

Unfortunately, the beginning with good intentions greeted them with acts of violence which was finally welcomed by Radit and his friends.

Tensions in this situation have increased over time, and although Radit has tried to maintain his stance, there is still a risk of a fight that can erupt at any moment.

"I will stand here and block your every move!" sahut Radit without hesitation. He will take firm steps.

"Hahh, lots of bacots!"

Tagh bugh

"Mahh ..."

The dense trees seemed to respond to his presence with a stronger wind blowing.

When the man appeared, all eyes were on him.

"Who's coming?" ask one of Radit's friends, look towards the voice.

Mr. Lurah, the respected village leader, stood there in his distinctive traditional attire. His face revealed a sincere smile, but his gaze was filled with uncertainty. It was as if he had come to find a peaceful settlement, but there was a strangeness behind his smiling expression full of mystery.

"Who, Ryan?" ask Radit quietly.

"Yes, that's Mr. Lurah." One friend replied.

They were all silent for a moment, all attention was focused on Mr. Lurah. Including the foreigners.

Radit and the others stopped the fight and waited for Pak Lurah who walked over warily.

Mr. Lurah continued to step forward with definite steps, signaling to the foreigners to stop. When he spoke, his voice seemed to fill the forest with hidden despair.

"You, the villagers of Mangga. This is not the path to take. We can find a middle ground" he said full of authority.

Radit looks confused to hear the words of Mr. Lurah.

"But Mr. Lurah, it's about our values, about …"

Mr. Lurah cut firmly. His hand was raised, asking Radit to be quiet and not speak anymore.

"That's enough, Radit. We have to follow them. What they did for the good and security of Mango village."

The shocked faces of Radit and the others, were very clearly visible. A shocked and confused gaze spread among them, as this respected Pak Lurah suddenly turned around, walking towards the foreign group with a puzzling smile.

The strangers greeted him with reverence, bowing to reveal that there was a secret deal going on behind the "screen" that no one else had ever known.

"Sir Lurah ..."

"It_"

No one continues the sentence. All were proud of the way Mr. Lurah welcomed the foreigners.

This was a big surprise, because Mr. Lurah who was supposed to be the leader who protected his villagers, suddenly got involved in the agreement with the foreigners.

The tragic conclusion is that there seems to be a hidden agenda that has steered them towards this confrontation, turning the situation from a mere brawl into a more complex political game.

"Sir, what ..."

"Hahaha .. young man, don't be too ambitious to be a hero. There are no heroes in this Mango village except, me!"

Mr. Lurah cut off Radit's unfinished words. As if to tell him that he is the only one in power.

"I never knew Mr. Lurah was behind all this. Or_"

"Haha ... Radite. You are a country man who should be sensitive. It turns out that the military upbringing you went through cannot be practiced here. Hahaha ..."

Again, Mr. Lurah denigrates Radit with all his arrogance as a powerful man.

"Dad?"

Quickly Mr. Lurah turned his head towards the familiar voice.