THE MUSE S3
Z 1
ZEN 01'S
a Novel by dee.Meliana
Each morning we are born again, what we do today is what matter most — BUDDHA.
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ZEN, In addition to goodness, Zen teachings teach us about love, virtue, wisdom, balance in life, as well as various other grounding teachings.
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China, 1994.
The sound of shouting rang out from within a simple mansion that was on fire. Smoke soared, making black billow in space, ruining the beauty of orange at dusk today.
The twilight that usually seemed so beautiful and romantic turned horrible and gripping. It was the roars of pain and also the charred smell of human flesh that changed it.
“EEAAAKKK!!! To ... loongg ..!” the howling of pain sounded deafening, but it did not last long as it gradually shrieked and disappeared. Come lost in the blaze of the red whiz who raged fiercely.
The elders until the village youth put out the fire, hoping to help all the inhabitants of the mansion known to them as an orphanage. Yes, the mansion is the Orphanage of the Light of Love, where orphans spend their childhoods happily, as well as a place waiting for new parents who are willing to adopt them.
“People's love!” A woman clutched in her husband's arms, she felt pity and hurt because the fire never went out. It is certain that all the residents of the orphanage, most of whom are children, will die, burned.
“It's a disaster! Inevitably, the important thing is that we have tried.” Her husband tried to encourage his wife.
“May they be at peace in Heaven.” Slowly issue.
“Hiks, that too if their bodies are still intact,” shrivelled piteous.
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Dawn dashed, splitting the darkness of the night with a beam of golden light. The collection of smoke that had been soaring thick now began to disappear. The fire was extinguished early this morning. The residents rushed to find the whereabouts of the bodies of the children and also the guards of the orphanage. But again they must be disappointed, because none of the bodies are still intact, they have been burned to dust.
The women of the village wept bitterly, weeping over the tragic fate that befell the poor boys.
Without them knowing, far across the village, where oil palm plantations thrive. A nearly 12-year-old boy looked at the puff of smoke with pushy eyes. It had been almost the entire night that he had observed the situation, watched, and enjoyed the scene with his two sharp eyes.
“Kak Zen, when will we go from here?” Another boy approached Zen.
“Come we go!” Zen smiled, he stroked the smooth cheeks of Kelly, a girl with a thin dry stature, in her cradle was a one-year-old baby who was soundly asleep.
“Arron, pack our goods, we have to leave the village.” Zen as the eldest gave instructions to his younger siblings.
“Good, Brother.”
Who're they? They are Zen Wu (12 years old), Arron Wu (10 years old), Kelly Chang (10 years old), Alex Shu (7 years old), Jimmy Chin (5 years old), and Kezia Wu (1 year). Of course, their name is not their real name because they are orphans, who are discarded by their parents since they were born. Their surnames are also taken according to the names of their caretakers in the orphanage.
“Protect in hell!” Zen muttered furiously towards the rubble of the parlour and rushed over to his younger siblings who had already walked in first.
Zen along with his five younger siblings explored the path on oil palm plantations. In Zen's heart he hoped that the provisions he brought would be enough to get out of this forest until he found a new shelter.
— ZEN —
