On An Island

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Although not understand the words of Cresen but Oryza Sativa understand the body language of Cresen who rejected it. Seeing Cresen collapse in front of him quickly he took the boy to his room.

While administering the medicine to Cresen's wound, Oriza Sativa was shocked when the boy suddenly woke up and pushed her away. Even Cresen rebelled when the Chieftain was about to treat his hand. And finally he chose to leave the drug in the hands of the caretaker Cresen.

"I didn't expect the wound to be that bad. I just cut it slowly. But the wound could be that deep," the Chief argued to the Elders in the village.

"The child's skin was softer than the other babies, as if he had just been born. Even the skin of Mangifera Indica alone is thicker than him," said Caregiver Cresen after coming out of the house of the Chief.

"Yes you are absolutely right" said the chieftain sadly.

"I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for the ceremony. We need a drop of his blood, so that the spirit of the woman who gave birth to him knows that the ceremony was done for him. Because we can't say his name, because we don't know" he said.

"But if she felt her son's blood on the offering, she would know it was for her. Isn't that the Elder?" ask Oryza Sativa to the Elders.

"That's right" replied the elder. Because he himself told the chief to drip Cresen's blood on the offerings.

The next day Cresen woke up and again Oryza Sativa was nearby. Cresen immediately came out of his room and also came out of the Chieftain's house. It made the Tribe Chief feel sad.

He could only follow wherever Cresen went, but he did not dare to touch her. Afraid that his adopted son hates him even more. And Cresen doesn't care at all. If hungry, he is free to eat the fruit he sees in the nursery. You need not fear hunger.

"Let me bathe you" said her nanny as Cresen was trying to remove her clothes.

Cresen, who did not want to be touched, stared intently at his Nanny, and sent a signal to her nanny. If translated it is rejection.

"Mandi," said Cresen imitating the words of his Nanny.

"Yes right, I'll bathe you" her Nanny said upon hearing Cresen.

"Mandi," Cresen said again as he pushed both his hands forward.

Cresen actually wanted to say "I want to shower myself" but because he only understood the meaning of bathing, so he just said the word. And made her nanny misunderstand. Eventually Cresen becomes upset when she is bathed by her nanny.

"Basic, you... . Release!" snapped Cresen as she was bathed by her nanny.

"Well, what do you really want? Said shower. But when bathed even do not like and angry," said Caregiver Cresen upset.

Cresen finally sat in front of the porch of the Chief's house. He can only look at people who go back and forth. His heart was upset, his hands were not yet healed. The intention to make the screen immediately must be pushed back.

"Before the ceremony, may I see my son? Because I won't see him anytime soon."

"Alright but when the sun goes down, you should've gone back to this place."

Oryza Sativa who had been at the Elder's house had finally returned home. He was very happy when he saw Cresen on the terrace. But when Cresen saw it, he threw his face away. And get out of his seat.

"My son! Wait!" oryza Sativa.

Cresen pushed his foster mom's hand. Then keep walking away from him. Oryza Sativa finally stood in his place. And turning around he saw the nanny Cresen standing behind him.

"Please take care of him when I get back!" the door to the Cresen Nanny.

Sunsets. Cresen's nanny takes Cresen home, but the boy refuses. Making her nanny have no choice but to take her by force. And when he got home, Cresen was locked from the outside. Through the window the nanny gives drinks and food to Cresen.

"What did you say? I don't understand" replied Cresen.

"Oryza Sativa!!!" shouted Cresen out loud.

He recalled that the Chief always came if anyone mentioned that word. Cresen guessed that it was the name of the Chief. Hearing Cresen say the name of her foster mother, her nanny turned around.

"Your mama's going to do the ritual tonight. So starting tonight, I will accompany you! No, no crying. It was wrong of her to reject your mother!" the babysitter said and left again.

"Akkhhh sucks! You all suck. Oryza Sativa sucks. If I arrive in the city, I will return to this village and destroy all of you!" cresen shouted in annoyance.

The people who heard him just didn't know what he was saying. But hearing the name of the Chief mentioned they became sad. Because he thought that Cresen was missing his adoptive mother.

"Son, patience. After the ritual is over, your mama will be back soon. Shut up, don't be sad" said the residents who did not perform the ritual.

The night is getting late. Tired of screaming Cresen was hungry. After eating, he fell asleep until morning. When opening your eyes, from the cracks of the walls of the house sunlight illuminates the room. The door was wide open.

"You're awake? Are you hungry?" ask Nanny Cresen.

Without answering Cresen ran outside. Her nanny just let it go. Make the boy turn.

"You didn't catch me and lock me up again?" ask Cresen.

Her caregiver scrunched her forehead and guessed what Cresen said. A smile appeared on his face. Cresen was confused.

"You're looking for your mama right, take it easy, if you've had a bath, your mama will come soon" said the babysitter.

"What did you say?" ask Cresen by showing his stupid look.

But the question was not answered. He was carried and taken to a cotton forest. Her nanny thinks Cresen won't remember his mother if he's cool at playing.

Cresen took his breath when he was lowered on a pile of cotton. The boy looked at his unhealed wound. Her caregiver opened the package of herbs that were doused with oil. Then squeeze the potion and drip the oil out over Cresen's wound.

The boy just stayed on top of the pile of cotton. But slowly he took the cotton and tried to spin it with one hand. Her nanny tries to comfort her by following Cresen's behavior.

"Can I play?" ask with a smile.

The babysitter also spun the cotton. Seeing the woman do what she did Cresen thought of something. He accelerated his movement. Then show off the results. The babysitter thought about Cresen's behavior and guessed that Cresen invited him to a race.

Cresen continued to show off his work, and his nanny did the same. And of course the result belongs more to the nanny. But Cresen won't lose. He continued to behave as if his most numerous shortcuts.

And that day Cresen managed to use his nanny to spin a large roll of thread wrapped around a wooden twig. And brought back to the house of the Chief.

"Good, in this way I can make a thread quickly," said Cresen smiling.

"You like your toys? It's good that tomorrow we'll make more" said the babysitter glad to see Cresen not calling Oryza Sativa again.

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