Strange Writing
03. Son of Satan (eps 1)
In a city full of frenzied activities, has been born a boy who has a handsome face with extraordinary intelligence. Unfortunately, when the community knew about the advantages of the child, it was too late, they had scratched and torn the child mentally.
No one does not know about the 8-year-old boy named Gena King, even he got the nickname of the people as a child of the devil. The term "son of the devil" is certainly not because of the form or appearance of Gena who is like a demon, but other things that refer to the behavior of the child.
For more details, let's get together to see what Gena did until everyone doesn't hesitate to kill him, or at best throw him out of the city.
Today Gena is cleaning himself in one of the public bathrooms reserved for visitors after using the swimming pool not far from there. Gena doesn't get into the pool because he doesn't have any money, he just borrows this bathroom for a moment to clean up the mix of wet soil and germs that the shopkeeper's parents accidentally threw.
When he finished, he slipped among the crowd who just happened to want to enter the bathroom. His small body made it easy for him to move and hide from people's sight.
However, it is not useful for local people who know football.
A mustachioed man was sitting quietly waiting for a money box that would be filled every person wanted to use the steam-engined bathroom facilities. The man did seem relaxed and full of gaps, but not many know that the man was chosen for this job because he did have sharp eyes. He would know if anyone dared to leave this place without paying.
“Hey, Boy, stop,” call the moustached man while catching Gena's shoulder.
Nimblely Gena spun and moved away from the reach of the moustached man. He took something out of his pants pocket and threw it in his face.
“Eat my coffee-flavored candy,” said Gena with a big laugh and immediately ran away from the place.
The moustached man picked up the thing that was soiling his face, after which his expression turned countless horrors and disgust. Forgetting the criminal earlier, the man broke through the queue to immediately wash his face with gasoline.
No one wanted to scold her for being unethical after they smelled the smell of yellowish-brown melts on her face.
Gena was already far away when the two people who had previously intended to chase instead let him escape. The two men are friends of the man with the mustache, when they see what objects paralyze the boss, they do not dare to approach Gena for fear of being hit by a dilute bomb as well.
The object called candy by Gena was a roll of small cloth containing clay, pieces of rotten leaves, shards of shard that had been embedded in his tangled hair, and, then the last one was a little droplet from his urine.
Gena laughed broadly still running. Some people looked at him and most immediately panicked into hiding.
“Hidden! There's a child demon!”
“Danger, I just opened my shop. Why did he go down this road, anyway?”
“Look at his laughter, surely he has already judged others again.”
“Bad is also this child. Who is the fool who gave birth to her?”
Gena heard every whisper of those words, but instead of hurting his feelings, Gena grew excited and determined to make everyone hard and suffer. He laughed amusedly, occasionally humming cheerfully with a bright face like winning the lottery.
The grandfather tidied up his goods, seemed to want to close the sale, his mouth was committed to making prayers because the trade was doing quite a lot today.
“Grandfather, give all these mercons! I want to wear it.” Gena was suddenly scribbling like that while sticking out his hand.
The grandfather looked up with his eyebrows fused together, he found a little boy who was wearing ordinary clothes now like he was picking at him. He was not offended by it, just astonished and curious.
“That grandfather's pity, let's help.” Another trader who had noticed Gena from the start said to the person next to him.
“You're crazy, huh? If the demon child turns to attack us, it's over!”
“Eh, what's up? Why fuss?” A passerby stopped to ask.
“That's there, there's a boy who's picking up old people. We can't just let it go,” replied the first gossip.
Gena ignored the whispers about himself and chose to move the hand still outstretched in front of the grandfather's face. “Mana? Give me. Grandpa heard no?”
The grandfather also heard the name that the community made to the boy in front of him. The most common name is the son of Satan. The grandfather wanted to know why this normal child was called so and hated by many.
“You want everything, Cu? It could be that Grandpa gave everything to you, but later Grandpa did not have the money to buy food,” explained the grandfather with a patient smile.
Gena looked at the grandfather for a while before saying, “Grandfather must be new to this place. Because Grandpa is pathetic, I will buy this whole merchandise for money.”
Gena took the orange wallet from his dull jacket pocket and handed the contents to the grandfather.
The skinny grandfather glared at the two hundred thousand note in the hand of this boy. He gulped and said, “Cu .. Are you seriously giving me this? Grandpa's trading price is not that high.”
Gena clucked as the old man in front of him did not immediately take the money proffered by him. “Grandpa is chatty once. Quickly accept this! I need Grandpa's mercon right now.”
The grandfather stuttered and quickly accepted the money. He handed over a group of firecrackers of various shapes and sizes while smiling widely. “Thank you, Cu. May your kindness be rewarded.”
Gena immediately passed with a basket full of fireworks in his right hand. Money is great, thought Gena with a slanted smile because the grandfather was praying for it, but Gena did not need it, I had to steal more.
The money in this orange wallet was stolen when it slipped out of the bathroom this afternoon. Actually Gena just idly wanted to make people panic and hysterical because of losing his wallet, he did not expect to give the Mercon Seller Grandfather the halal money. Gena again smiled amusedly imagining what would happen if he told the grandfather the truth.
Maybe he immediately died standing up, the inner Gena was blown away.
