Santri Famiglia's

Grasshopper World

"If you need a friend to tell you a story, I'm on the simni." A small figure was formed in front of Sanubari.

The figure smiled brightly. His pair of green eyes sparkled fresh. She crouched down, extending her small right hand at Sanubari who was lying bleeding.

Sanubari raised his head. The sight before him was no longer foggy. The paddy field stretches with elephant grass towering, similar to a fence on the edge of the road. Green grasshoppers fly, jumping from one leaf to another.

The boy who extended his hand had not yet moved. The sweet curvature in the water of his face had not faded.

"What news are you ready to share?"

It was himself, his childlike self, the only place to share the story Sanubari could trust the most. Sanubari welcomed the hand.

The moment the hands of the two touched, the chains dragging Sanubari broke into pieces. Blood evaporates like particles of light flying into space.

Luka Sanubari closes on its own. No more stomach breaking. No more clothes torn. The darkness was completely swallowed up by the light. The incarnations of a man who has not been lost, leaving two Sanubari of different times.

"You need to stop thinking about things excessively! It's not good for your health." Little Sanubari releases his grasp from teenage Sanubari.

He squinted near the horde of elephant grass. His hands moved slowly, slowly slowly getting closer to the little green creature that perched on the longitudinal leaf jars.

"Ah, cook me like that? I wasn't thinking about anything" Sanubari said, raising one eyebrow.

He watched the little Sanubari's movements. The thumb and index finger in a ready-to-stroke pose continued to approach and approach, until the two fingers managed to pinch a green grasshopper.

Little Sanubari cheered, jumped up and down, laughing cheerfully. Sanubari teen smiling. It was a simple happiness that was forgotten.

"really? Then why are you here?" Little Sanubari turned around, his eyes piercing through the mind of teenage Sanubari.

The wind wiggled Sanubari's hair. They look at each other. Sanubari teen trying to understand the mindset of Sanubari small.

However, he cannot. He was once a little Sanubari, but forgot how to behave like a little Sanubari most of the time. All he remembered was anxiety for the sake of anxiety.

As a diversion, Sanubari teen spins. He let go of his gaze to the expanse of rice fields around him. He couldn't answer little Sanubari's question.

"Free your mind, face it, admit it, and turn no more! Acceptance is true freedom." Little sanubari smiled.

He took the grasshopper out of his hand. The insect flew. The voice of the grasshopper was earthy, sounding soothing. Very peaceful. To the extent that, Sanubari seemed to be stroked and deformed by nature.

Drowsiness that long disappeared, his presence began to be felt Sanubari teenagers. His muscles relax. The peak when a grasshopper perched on his nose. That's when his eyes blurred.

"Friends." Sanubari smiled looking at the grasshopper. One blink later, everything darkened.

When he regained consciousness, he was in a room. There was the laughter of the little boy in that quiet room. Sanubari. A little boy jumped on his bed. Sanubari winked. The boy is not missing.

"You're still here, Um," Sanubari rubbed under his nose. She's confused. It was impossible for him to call himself by the same name. It would be ambiguous.

Little Sanubari flopped, lying near the juvenile Sanubari. "I'll stay here as long as you haven't set yourself free."

"What do you mean, Junior?" Finally, Sanubari decided to call the little Sanubari like that.

Spontaneously, Junior stood in front of Sanubari. He forced Sanubari's eyelids to open wide with both hands. "Open your eyes! There's no one here."

"She, me and you. You're Junior."

Junior paused for a moment before replying, "I am you. How can you call yourself Junior? Do you want to change your name?"

Sanubari. He kept Junior's hand away from his face. "I'm Sanubari. Forever, it will never change. It would be ambiguous if two Sanubari were called equal, right?"

"Okay, I'm giving up." Little Sanubari jumped out of bed, "By the way, aren't you bored all day in the room? Come outside!"

"Young Master, where are you going!"

"Yeah!" Sanubari gasped when two giant grasshoppers confronted him.

Sanubari did not identify them as enemies. It's just that he's a little confused.

"Young Master, is Young Master cured?" One of them asked as he continued to look at her.

"A–anu is there to–the invisible existence that you guys call young master?" Sanubari. Being able to see a giant grasshopper that could speak was cool, but if there were any invisible creatures here, it wouldn't be cool.

"What did you say? You are our Young Master. You obviously look like us. Where could you be an invisible creature." One of the grasshoppers patted Sanubari on the shoulder.

They laugh. Sanubari thought the world was quite unique. He had never spoken to a grasshopper before. So, he did not understand the language that prevailed among grasshoppers.

"So, the young master called a friend in the grasshopper world, huh?" assuming Sanubari after hearing them.

The two giant grasshoppers in black uniforms looked at each other, before finally replying, "Yes, Young Master is our friend."

They are both confused. While Sanubari nodded.

"Then, you should call me Sanu to be clear and not misunderstood. Then, what's your name? Sorry, maybe I forgot." Sanubari laughed awkwardly.

"Oreste Sbertoli." The grasshopper introduced himself first.

A name that is quite difficult to remember in just a glance hear for Sanubari. However, he tried to keep the prefix of his name in memory.

"Fabio Balaso." The second grasshopper mentioned his name which sounded more familiar and easy.

"To make it easier to remember, I'll call you Reste and Bio." Sanubari saw another giant grasshopper standing against the wall.

He passed Oreste and Fabio. Sanubari made the acquaintance of the masked grasshopper with the sunglasses, but there was no response. That one grasshopper is very closed, as close as it looks.

Sanubari also made his own call. He smiled at her, then ran down the stairs. The three giant grasshoppers followed him from behind.

He was looking around for Junior who went out of nowhere. Faintly, there was a loud voice in the back. Sanubari followed the source of the voice.

"A lot of cassava seeds, Uncle?" ask the little grasshopper while licking the lollipop.

"Liar can be harvested every day." The short-clothed grasshopper stood watching the courtyard start to fill.

The foreman grasshopper seemed to be calling not far from them. After conversing through the device, he turned around and ran a little closer to the grasshopper in short pants.

"There is still one more truck coming, but the backyard is not enough. How's this, sir?" One locust overseeing the work reported to the grasshopper in blue-roasted knee-length pants.

"Let's put it on the front page! Just set how not to disturb!"

Sanubari was amazed by the sight before him. The grasshoppers go back and forth. They carry polybag-polybag seedlings cassava and stems that have not been cut. All of it was laid out and stacked outside the still-empty greenhouse.

"Anu, can I plant it later? I love to plant cassava." Sanubari grabs the hands of the short-pitched locusts.

All the grasshoppers looked. Sanubari smiled widely. Seeing that, the little grasshopper immediately hugged him.

"Sanu, is Sanu healed?" The female grasshopper tightened her grip on Sanubari.

"Thank God, your fever is down." The short-sighted grasshopper placed a palm on Sanubari's forehead.

Sanubari was confused by their treatment. He asked, "Who are you? Why treat me like a sick person?"