COMMONWEALTH

Episode 3

 

Despite being hobbled by his steps into the wilderness, he had already boarded what kind of boat Mother Dato had prepared in case of an emergency.

            Dato's mother told her grandson to continue following the river until he met someone at the other end of the village and asked for help. His grandson was now alone in the boat, no one met him until he fell asleep in the boat for a long time.

            Until someone who because he was able to see a small child, brought him to the city, the sad eyes of the boy just resigned to follow the stranger who invited him. Either life will take him anywhere with a burn that keeps rotting.

The fake-legged young man painstakingly combed his long unraveled hair, wearing his nightgown. The smell of hatred began to unfold in the room. Is that so much a child picking up? or the hellish curse continues to flood his ears with curse or curse that increases wrath.

 The old woman with her devil mouth had long lacked any effort to faithfully invite her to tell her stories every evening before nightfall. Rutukan from his mouth sometimes irritate not infrequently fishing to kill him several times with insect venom, but not anything save intake for the collision.

The atmosphere of the room was warm with the moonlight outside the dim window, the atmosphere was so gray swirling overcast.

Out there is already raining rain, sweeping away the twilight that continues to shower the earth with force.

The smell of the newly doused soil rain evaporated into the air, orchid piles, jasmine, ylang and roses jostled in a vase of flowers with a therapeutic aroma that so calms the brain nerves as if the room air was getting more and more sembak. To welcome the assassin who snuck in arrogantly.

Although the rough hands had once beaten him, slapped or paralyzed legs were once floated kicking his body in a row without mercy, if he woke up bad luck or did not obey the old woman's orders. Once again the curse of the little boy has been firmly planted in his ear.

But not so the young man was still faithfully bathing a stiff and pale body, before going to work pushing with a wheelchair and feeding on the side.

Several decades ago, her husband looked tired of staring at his experimental friend this time, indeed his name was not included in the row of names taxonomists or botanists who had studied special schools.

His knowledge is just plain not run away at all. This time he was so eager to observe the unique plant, its growing roots clutching the host plant. It has only roots, so very sad.

The old man had a special room to experiment and garden his unique plants. His forehead strokes explained that he had spent years in orchid, without leaves and roots with air roots dangling, gripping the stem of his host with its foul aroma inviting polinator insects.

Asian Ghost Orchid, a lover of darkness and damp like, leafless orchid. The old man found the unique plant a week ago in the woods of a city visit that he had not actually predicted before.

That's when he found the poor boy, one of his legs limping. And the old man promised to make his fake legs to facilitate his wiggle room.

“Beautiful, but parasitic.”

The old man, clutching wildly at the helpless plant, deliberately withered it first.

Seriate...