The Shack
TG 6: Firefly
The encounter completely neutralizes the emotions in the heart. Unreasonable thoughts instantly drift away from doubt. A moment of gratitude cannot be described other than a warm embrace touching the tiny body of the baby. While the children looked confused by the attitude of their two papa.
Ale who did not like to be hugged for long tried to escape in order to breathe free air. "Pa, donk off. Hugged her tight."
"That's what Ale said. Papa is not papa, is he? Why is face so tense?" al-sawh with his critical question.
A hug was released, and Papa Aldo asked the children to sit on the trunk of a fallen tree. While he chose to squat down to equalize the position, "Mama asked you to return to Villa. Papa's worried about getting scolded, so you understand, right?"
"Ouh, as usual. Kan Papa can call one of us." said Ar casually. He was used to not bother because it really memorized one by one character members of the Wellington family.
Papa Bara showed me his cell phone screen. Where some of the calls came out with his son's name. It makes children realize where they forget the magical flat object. Now there are no questions that can be asked because the obvious error lies in the negligence of each.
While trying to explain what happened. Suddenly Mr. Joko came, the man seemed ordinary as if he understood what was happening. Instead of asking the curiosity inside his head. The guard actually handed a mini jar inhabited by tiny animals flying to and fro.
Ale was so happy to accept Mr. Joko's gift that even the girl immediately thanked him. Last night could not get his wish but this morning, the fireflies were already in hand. The beauty will accompany you all night.
"It's okay, sir. In the forest a lot of fireflies but it would be nice not to be used as a display. Every creature wants freedom. All right, I need to continue my journey to the city. Are the kids still allowed to come with me?" reply Pak Joko half insinuated subtly.
All beings must live freely, only the meaning of freedom itself is very broad. A single word can end up with a branched path. So too with the meeting that ended in farewell.
"The boys will come with us back to the villa, sir." Replied Papa Aldo as he moved from his place. The eyes could not deny he was still worried because he was afraid of something happening to children. "Thank you for the offer, sir."
After refusing well. Mr. Joko let the six people of different ages leave the forest first, while he actually sat on a tree while humming Javanese songs. The wind gusts through the rhythm of the medog spread throughout the forest. Semribit coldness pierced the bone but he did not care.
A faint smile clearly adorned his face. The gaze of the dark eyes blackened like a cloud of aimless cloud. His lips continued to move endlessly until one by one the name was mentioned. The full name of every child who is joking in the car. "Sawang ing raga marang sliro asmi Arsya Caldwell."
The rag that breaks touching the deepest heart sends a sense of ever-sinking. Deg. The beached heartbeats instantly the memories flashed recalling the memories of the forest scenery. It feels very eager to settle down to enjoy the beauty of nature that God created. Masterless daydreams staggered back to touch consciousness.
"andr! Why are you ngalamun?" ale asked half-callingly as she shook the petrified body of her brother staring out the window.
