On An Island

Mudflows

After the threads became ashes, Cresen was already like a fool. No more eager to do anything. He was silent and did not taste to eat the fruit in front of him.

Evening has arrived. Cresen wanted to avenge the actions of the people on the island. They want to burn their houses. So he was looking for a tool to launch his action. Dismantle the storage at Oryza Sativa's house.

While unpacking every corner of the room he found many wide sheets of leather. Cresen's eyes widened to see many wide sheets of leather in the storage area.

"What are you doing?" ask the Cresen nanny.

He was the one who finally woke up because of the sound made by Cresen when dismantling the entire House of the Chief. The woman was surprised to see that the room was already like a broken ship. Stuff strewn.

"It's late, let's go back to your bed" said Nanny Cresen.

Cresen who was pale deathly afraid of being discovered can only resign when he was carried. He thought he would get into trouble. But it turns out her nanny just put her back in her bed.

"Sleep, and be a good boy. So that the chief quickly went home," said the woman smiling.

Cresen had no idea what the woman was saying, other than "sleep". Because every time Oryza Sativa puts it in that place, he must say a sentence that contains the word "sleep". Cresen closed his eyes.

When he saw Cresen close his eyes, the woman returned the items scattered in place. He took a deep breath and blew it in one second. After he finished cleaning these things, then he went back to sleep.

Cresen who did not hear any more noise, finally opened his eyes and peeked. After feeling safe, then he set his position to a position that he felt comfortable. He started thinking something new.

"I'll make a screen with those skins," her inner self.

So he forgot the intention to burn the village, that night and chose to sleep.

In the morning he opened his eyes and immediately checked the storage containing the skin sheets. And get him back out. Cresen's nanny let it go. It was Oryza Sativa's robe, seeing Cresen holding the thing, making him think that Cresen missed his mother.

With that in mind, Cresen's nanny let the boy play with the animal's wide leather sheet. And choose to do other activities.

"But if one sheet, even though it is wide, will not be enough to be a screen," muttered Cresen after finding the widest sheet of leather.

"Do I have to put these skins together?" ask him to himself.

He also rolled his eyeballs. Because according to him in that place there is no needle-shaped object. For their clothes no one wears thread and is not stitched. Putting clothes together using only tree sap.

"If I use tree sap, fear that when exposed to water, the adhesion of the sap will decrease" Cresen murmured again.

Now he is lying on a pile of skin. While thinking how to put the sheet together. Her nanny came and took her to take a shower.

"I'll 'bath' myself," said Cresen.

He uses his own language, except for the word "bath" because he says the word "bath" in the language of the locals.

"Oh well," answered the Nanny.

The woman began to be able to guess Cresen's words after often hearing the same sentence. And let Cresen go on his own and bathe in a barrel filled with spices that make the body fresh and fragrant.

Although not even a month, he felt that he had lived there for a year. He misses the atmosphere of the city that has high technology, when compared to the situation in the village.

While daydreaming, Cresen heard some women talking. Then her nanny split from the society. Take Cresen and put it in a basket. It turns out that other babies have experienced the same thing.

"Let's go, let's go" said babysitter Cresen.

In the middle of the journey Cresen can only listen without understanding their words. And his eyes wildly looked in all directions from inside the basket. He slightly opened the basket cover. He saw the area he had first seen.

Bamboo forest. That's how Cresen named it. It turned out that in the middle of the forest there was a pond that had receded water. Many fish are just lying around. And the great heron pecked at the immobile fish again.

"We'll just find the part here!" babysitter Cresen.

Then the babies were taken down. They went down to the dry pool. Except Cresen. He did not even want to get out of his basket. And watch the babies who set foot on the muddy ground.

"Sickhead!" Cresen.

Cresen's nanny looked back and saw Cresen not coming out of his basket. Get that woman back in the back and get Cresen out. The boy refused to be taken out and held his basket.

"Come on. don't be afraid. Learn to know the type of soil. To make you smarter" said babysitter Cresen.

Although he did not understand, Cresen guessed that he would be taken to the mud. The thing Cresen hated the most. He doesn't like dirty things.

Cresen further tightened his grip when he saw the babies smeared with mud in the pool. But the babies loved it and ended up putting mud on their friends. The mothers watched so that no one would eat and rub their eyes with muddy hands.

"I don't want to!" shouted Cresen who was lifted in the basket.

And from the crack of the basket, mud entered making Cresen who hid inside inevitably come out and try to escape.

"Aggk! Basic you! It sucks!" he shouted as the people who were there smeared him with the mud.

Unfortunately they continued to do so, even though Cresen shouted. It turned out that it was a ritual that said they had already grown by one stage. Unlike the Cresen who hated the mud. Some babies think it is food.

"Geez, this is not food!" the women shouted at their daughter who tried to eat the mud.

Seeing the babies crying because it was forbidden to eat mud, the ritual was completed. They finally brought the babies who had been covered in mud from hair to toe to a waterfall.

"Look, the chief's son was very happy to see the water," Cresen's nanny told the women.

Cresen who does not like to get dirty, as soon as he sees the water, straight out of his basket. And splash themselves under the flow of waterfalls that form a small pond. And the mud that almost dried up on his body, began to fade.

"Ugh, suck! I want to go home! I'm going home!"

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