LET ME PAINT THE WIND

1.BLONDE BOY

*donorejo, 18-january-2009.

13:00wib

... that afternoon was so hot.the sun seemed so close to the earth.stinging though not so different from the afternoon before, but still the heat today was so torturous for some people. the wind seemed to keep moving as it should, but he did not bring it as breezy, instead adding to the atmosphere to heat and making the dust fly on the village streets.Today, he was, it seems like people choose to stay in air-conditioned rooms while watching their favorite programs on TV,or just fun sipping syrup ice of his choice.also there are those who roll fret on the terrace of their home by fanning his body with satay fan while busy listening to radio broadcasts that they can not really enjoy because this hot, unrelenting weather.

45 Minutes ago after several groups of children passed from school to their homes, each street again looks lonely.once a motorcyclist can be seen passing.it seems only a trader of some kind of ice cream, vegetables, and vegetables, or a meatball who is not so impressed with the weather this afternoon.the rest of the people will choose to stay indoors.as usual, later before the next day the heat will decrease. it is not so imaginable that if this village was affected by hurricane elnino, it would be a nightmare of course.

the wind still carried a light puff of dust, but did anyone care when it arrived - the eyes suddenly looked at the western part of this village. when everyone would choose to stay indoors and only leave the house if forced, but a child dressed in shabby curls almost blond, even running around in one of the rice fields. in his hand grasped a small bamboo size is quite long. his small mouth muttered loudly "hushya.. hushya. many times. dispelling several tens of ducks. he was herding ducks like him. there is a bottle of drinking water hanging from his neck. his skin is brown, red because it is often sun-baked. herding ducks is not easy, especially for an eight-year-old girl like him, why would he do it? is there nothing he can do but do the job? what does he have to do? is that mandatory??

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Nisa is seen returning to dispel the duck duck that was about to come out of the grater that had been set by her. occasionally his lips sip drinking water hanging from his neck using a straw.his eyes are still watching the duck duck in front of him.no complaints are heard from his mouth even though grievance may appear far from the bottom of his heart. and the sweat had appeared from the temple of the girl.The sun was quite inclined to the western horizon, but there was no sign for nisa to stop her activities. he still sat staring at the dozens of ducks in front of him, occasionally still cheering if there was a naughty duck he halted with bamboo in his tiny hands.

Exactly at 16:00.an hour from the ashar adhan at local time.A girl around the age of 18 years, seemed to walk slowly down the rice field approaching nisa. there was no dry skin on his feet or face, he had a lunch box.

" sister yuli.'s cried nisa.then he prepared to drive the duck duck to immediately follow him back to their cage which is not much distance from this rice field.

"let brother yuli take care of this duck . before going home, eat this first. "the girl who turns out to be named yuli opened the lunchbox, and, and offered a packet of bread and a box of tea to the nisa who immediately received it with pleasure.

"thank you sister yul. 'toward nisa lirih.

" it's okay nis. tomorrow if you have more than this, it must be kak yul bawain kok.. "

nisa did not say she only showed a smile sign of her Thank you, she ate the bread greedily.not long after nisa finished eating her bread, they rushed home.it was strange because yuli turned out to walk ahead of nisa, and as a result, Nisa was seen coming home while driving the duck alone.. no longer hot like a few hours ago.nisa looks good at dispelling his ducks, signifying it is not a new job for him. but still for an eight-year-old child it is very strange.there will always be a question as to why he should be herding ducks.. it was not appropriate for him, but do not ask the wind or even the swaying grass, even a nisa will always answer that she does not know why she has to do a job that is actually not feasible or not feasible for a child her age.even she can only think that she has to do the job it was every day, only two sentences of prayer that he could.grace God did not give him pain and may I father not get angry and beat him today and the days after.

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