Lilou Lililan - Red's
The Red Song
...Hide, I hide.....
...On the hill, not on the hill.....
...You're the only one in red to see me...
...Right there, at the end of the day.....
...Find me, find me.....
...Red eyes, follow me....
...Find it, find me.....
...Or I'll look for you.....
...Hide, I hide.....
...In the curtains, you don't see me....
...Just the moon and the rain drops...
...Which makes us go...
...Find me find me.....
...Or I'll look for you.....
A middle-aged woman kept chanting the song over and over again. While occasionally staring at the foggy window of the former rain tonight, as long as he stirred the vegetables in the cooking stove.
"Grandma, stop singing that song. Grandma scared me".
A blue-eyed boy protests to his grandmother.
Then the grandmother smiled, too,
"What should you fear from a song, my grandson? "
He said as he looked into the eyes of his favorite grandson.
"Didn't grandma know about that story?" ask the 7-year-old with a serious look.
The grandmother stopped stirring her cooking stove. Move the food into a large bowl, then put it on the dining table.
"Mrsneekk.."
The boy protested in a half-whimpering tone because his grandmother did not respond.
"Come".
He gestured for his grandson to approach with a movement of his hand.
The boy approached the dining table made of wood next to his grandmother. Then he dragged the chair so he could sit closer to his grandmother, putting on a very enthusiastic face. Then ask,
"Does grandma know the story behind the song?"
His grandmother smiled back, though,
"of course. But grandma told you to come here is to finish this bowl of soup"
Answer her grandmother while pouring a few vegetable spoons into her bowl. Intentionally teasing her grandson.
The boy looks grim. Lost was his curious face that was beaming earlier. He retreated, leaning completely on the back of the fragile wooden chair behind him.
The grandmother was not surprised to see the reaction of her grandson who was always very curious about all those things. And he said slowly,
"Maybe I'll tell you a little bit".
Instantly the boy's face was again radiant, staring enthusiastically. Then, holding her cute face on her hands, she said,
"I'm waiting"
The grandmother smiled, then began to tell her:
"Before the nations coexisted peacefully like this, there was one more nation living in our midst. They are the villagers, the nations that do not have special powers like other nations. They're just ordinary people."
"Until a time, their existence was considered a threat to other nations. They can be more grumpy than witches, colder than werewolves, can be more cunning and clever than hunters, but only a few know that their hearts are even softer than healers."
"They were caught in a mistake they didn't make. Until they are truly angry. Their slaughter was massive. They mutinied. The weapons they made, were the strongest destructive weapons ever.
Their resistance to all nations ended, their armies dwindled drastically. Many died in the attack. However, punishment confronted them at the end of the attack. Until one day they are obliterated, they disappear."
The white-haired grandmother ended the story by gently stroking her grandson's hair. And added,
"Nothing to be afraid of, is it?"
The boy is still very serious. Then ask,
"How could they disappear Grandma? Wouldn't it make no sense that they could attack the seven nations without any strength? Then they just disappear? Easily?"
And then added,
"It's a lot different than what my friends tell me. They said the villagers would come and kidnap the children to take our power."
Her grandmother smiled, this time her smile did not bring happiness. But hold something. He also explained back,
"Actually their anger was not in the seven nations. But only in one nation. But because other nations are silent, they are getting angry. And every time they thrust their swords, they said,
..."I took away that power you were arrogant about. "...
They were punished for putting down many lives. Also because of the damage they have done. I've also said the weapons they have are the deadliest weapons of destruction you can't even imagine, my granddaughter."
The boy was getting curious. So he asked back, then,
"Will they come back, Grandma? Will they take away my power too? And does grandma know how the story before them was completely obliterated? "
The question, which had no break, struck the pale-skinned grandmother in the heart.
"Grandma said she'd tell me a little, that means not much dear."
The answer ends the story that he told his granddaughter. And then he continued,
"And the dust of their death will really come to pick you up, if you don't finish the soup" his grandmother concluded followed by a crisp sound of laughter.
The view of the protest is clearly visible from the look of the boy's eyes, then he scooped his soup bowl to the bottom and put all the contents that can be on his spoon into his tiny mouth quickly.
The grandmother brought her face closer, then whispered while thrusting her little finger, and,
"But promise me this story only we know.."
These words made her granddaughter scrunch her forehead.
"Why should I keep it a secret?"
"..."
His grandmother was silent for a moment.
"Color, no one will believe."
"Then I'll tell you more sometime when you manage to keep this story for us. Promise me to Grandma."
"All right, promise."
el answered while clinging to his grandmother's little finger. He didn't ask much because his grandmother was rarely serious like this. That is, there must be a certain intent from his grandmother. In his heart he was even more curious. However, he had to hold it and keep this information from anyone until grandma wanted to tell him more.
A long simple dinner in a tiny wooden house wet on the roof because of the rain tonight.
Tonight is not over, but it is late enough. Grandma took her granddaughter to sleep in her little room. Then he covered her, kissed her on the forehead.
A pair of beautiful blue eyes belonging to the boy were closed, then finally opened again. His grandmother was still there, waiting for him to fall asleep.
"Sir, where did Grandma hear that story?"
He looked at his grandmother with a faint look.
"You grew up smart apparently". Yes smile, yes,
"Because grandma was like you, too, so I guess, you know the answer".
The boy just blinked. Then the grandmother gently stroked her black grandson. Kiss her forehead again,
"Even though the dust of the death of the villagers comes to you. Grandma's gonna bet they won't hurt you. It won't be. Believe it".
The grandmother gently touched the boy's palm, then gave a sign to welcome what he gave. The boy then opened both his hands. Closing his eyes, along with the grandmother who released a grip on one of his palms.
The boy felt a rotating force, which seemed to be capable of blowing up this entire dimension.
...
...
...o( ⁇ ^▽^)o...
Slowly defuse that energy. Then open his eyes again. He finally smiled. Like I understand what her grandmother said. He said in a sleepy voice,
"Okay, Grandma, I can sleep well tonight"
"Then the grandmother would sing the song, so you could tell it to your granddaughter later" without pause the grandmother continued, "Hide, I'm hiding..
His grandson immediately covered his ears with both hands. Then protest at his grandmother, then,
"Oh Grandma, without memorizing it I already know the song is out of my head, because grandma always sings it."
He rattled the blanket to the end of his head.
The grandmother laughed at her granddaughter's behavior. That night witnessed a piece of the enigmatic story to the successors of the remaining cuber nation.
