On An Island

Cotton

He also tried to spin the cotton to be threaded with his finger. Oryza Sativa notices Cresen looking serious with his new toy. And he who was practicing archery in the cotton forest, again focused on his training.

Oryza Sativa chose the highest leaf shoot, which he could see from below and then shoot. And he tried different ways to shoot. When he finished archery practice, he saw that Cresen had also finished filling his basket.

Seeing that the sun was already scorching and right overhead, it was time for them to go home. Oryza Sativa who did not know the use of cotton, took the object out of the basket. He poured the cotton back.

"Hey, my cotton! Why did you get it out?!" cresen shouted in annoyance.

There was no cotton left in the basket, and Cresen was about to be put in the basket. But Cresen refused. He hit Oryza Sativa's hand, which lifted him up, but he was in pain. His hand felt like he had just hit a rock.

"Ahhkk hurt..," ringis Cresen held her aching hand.

"Are you okay?" oryza Sativa asked as she saw her adopted son grimacing.

He took his son's hand and kissed him. Then blow that hand. Cresen gawked, he did not understand what the woman was doing.

"Nah now the pain is gone," said Oryza Sativa trying to comfort.

Cresen looked at Oryza Sativa with squeaking eyes. Even though he did not understand it, he just kept quiet and saw his hand that was still red. Because he spent his strength, when he hit Oryza Sativa, now his hands feel throbbing. Mama lifted Cresen stroked his head and again blew the hands that began to swell.

Oryza Sativa began to worry and eventually chose to take Cresen away from there as soon as possible. But again Cresen refused. But this time he did not hit Oryza Sativa's hand. But he thrashed while continuing to babble.

Oryza Sativa let go and the opportunity was used by Cresen to take back the cotton, then put it back in the basket. Oryza Sativa tried to guess the way his son thought and let Cresen fill his basket with cotton to the brim.

"Well it's full now, let's take this basket," Cresen ordered, pointing at the basket full of cotton.

Oryza Sativa did not abort him until Cresen practiced what his foster mother should do. He put a basket strap on his shoulder and practiced lifting it. He took off the basket and told Oryza Sativa to do what he had just done.

Cresen patted the basket and pointed at Oryza Sativa's shoulder repeatedly. When her foster mother had not responded, she began to despair. So he chose to be quiet. And Cresen resigned as the Chieftain raised his body above the arm. Cresen bent his face, feeling sad because his words could not be understood by the Chieftain. But then he smiled as Oryza Sativa took the basket rope and shouldered it.

"Oh so you like this toy huh?" oryza Sativa asked as he saw Cresen smiling, then they stepped towards the village.

Arriving at the village of Oryza Sativa immediately put Cresen and a basket full of cotton in a special place for the babies of their tribe. And let it inside with Mangifera Indica and the other babies. Then Oryza Sativa went to the house to take the swollen medicine.

At first the babies ignored it and ate the fruits that were provided there. But when he saw Cresen cool with the cotton in the basket they began to approach him. The babies snatched the cotton in Cresen's hand for thinking it was food.

"Hey, basic! What do you want my cotton?! Don't eat!" angry shouting.

The guards watching the babies kept them away from Cresen. And clean the cotton swabs in the mouths of babies.

"Oh my goodness, there is food still piled up. But you're still looking for food that's not food" the baby watchdog said.

After feeling the bland cotton, the babies no longer take it and return to the original meal provided in the baby's room.

"It's your meal, let's eat! Don't keep playing!" baby supervisor told Cresen.

Cresen initially refused to be treated. He was disgusted by the medicine that was about to be applied to his hands. But when the medicine touched his skin and felt cold, he let his caregiver put the medicine on his hand.

"Our chieftain's son likes to get angry. What's the matter, why are you so angry? The brother just told you to eat. Let's get eaten!" said the caregiver Cresen after finished applying the drug.

But Cresen was not at all tasteful and he shook his head. Her caregiver knew that she had a fever and then felt Cresen's forehead. The fever is starting to go down. Although it did not eat medicine, but the ingredients that were ground and applied to Cresen's body made the child's body temperature decrease.

Cresen did not care about the words of his nanny and just kept spinning the thread. And the nanny didn't force him to eat. Cresen finally fell asleep after feeling tired of spinning the threads.

Cresen's nanny decides to take him to the Village Chief's house. And put Cresen in his room. But the cotton was placed on the terrace of the Village Chief's house.

"Has he eaten?" ask the village chief.

"Yet, from earlier he seemed cool playing with these cotton. He likes to play with this cotton. Fortunately, she was not like the other babies, thinking it was food" said Cresen's nanny.

"My son, even though he's a baby, he's very smart. His way of thinking seemed like he was not a baby, was it because he was born at sea?" mumble Oryza Sativa.

At first glance, he thought to tell his citizens to give birth at sea only, so that newborn children can be smart like Cresen.

"Oh yeah, didn't the woman who found him in the sea say. It was spewed out by a large piece of wood. And the big wood was destroyed by the whirlpool" said the caretaker Cresen while remembering.

"Yes, I remember that. Maybe the woman who gave birth to my son was on top of the wooden lump. But it turns out that the piece of wood is alive and man-eating. Because it was full to eat the woman who gave birth to the child, so the baby was spewed out by the chunk of wood," said the Chief guessing.

"Ihh, it's creepy if it happens again. But why can there be a living piece of wood. Is that another kind of creature? And again his life in the ocean. Even worse is man-eating. The Chief should not let anyone else into the sea, to take fish or even to give birth. It could be eaten by that wooden hunk."

"You're right, I'll say that tonight when all the people gather, so that no one else gives birth at sea, or takes their babies to sea. So that no more casualties due to prey on wood chunks. But who gave birth to my baby?"

"Yes, yeah. Whose son is he? If the woman who gave birth to the Chieftain's child from one of the citizens, there should be a loss. But the number of us is all fixed and nothing is decreasing" said the nanny.

"Is it possible that someone was somewhere else and we didn't see it? Or was he the son of a psychic who was imprisoned on the top of a mountain and then went down to the sea to give birth?" continue the babysitter Cresen.

"Chief of the Tribe, is there a psychic who went to the top of the mountain and has not returned? If it's true she could have given birth to your son."

The Chief seemed to think after being asked like that. He tried to remember anyone who went to the top of the mountain. But he can't remember it.

"If there is a psychic who has long climbed to the top and has not come down to the village, then it is likely that he gave birth at sea. And that means he's gone" said the Chief slowly.

Then he was surprised as if he had just remembered something.

"So we have to do the death attempt to calm his spirit," said the Chief.

"It is fitting that so many strange events have occurred here since the arrival of my son. The woman who gave birth to him was not calm. And possessed the animals to take my adopted son with him. Why am I thinking now?"

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