WOMEN AND GRAVES

A LITTLE GIRL NAMED ARIN

This is the story of two innocent human children, starting to know the opposite sex, playing together for pleasure, until finally forced to know love.

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For the sake of boasting father, the boy was determined not to be a loser. It is G. Kumal Aksara son of Mr. Anggi Kusuma and they are not losers. Little kumal does not want you to constantly call yourself a loser, he must prove that he is no longer a loser. And so, under the scorching sun, Kumal acted like a warrior fighting a fire-spitting dragon.

Kumal picked up a dry stick along his small body, and he imagined it as a sword with a shiny blade. Rows of graves on all sides, he imagined as hundreds of troops of monsters that were about to attack with a savage gaze. I looked back sharply, with that rough tongue, he said loudly, “Maju y'all! I am the swordsman G. Kumal Aksara will send you to hell!”

The monsters roared, they seemed to be insulted by Kumal's words just now. They crawled, aiming at Kumal's little body, then ran about to pounce. There were four monsters in front of the slums, one at the back, two monsters on the right and left sides. Kumal jumped up, looking at the blue sky, he drew and twisted his sword like a circus performer.

One by one the monsters slammed, they roared in pain, unable to stem the swift assault of Kumal's sword. Blood spurted everywhere, flames blazed and licked, chaos ensued. However, Pendekar Kumal was still not shriveled, he continued to swing his sword until the final blood.

Behind the tree at the edge of the cemetery, the little girl who was braided two giggled to see the Kumal legend that was like a bad luck swordsman. Kumal slashed the empty air, jumping, dodging, kicking, then rubbing like a tough figure who was exhausted. He was so engrossed, and his preoccupation was plagued by giggling sounds from behind trees.

“Who's there?!” little Kumal snarled with the gaze of an eagle.

The giggling stopped, the atmosphere became silent, it seemed like the Little Girl had been caught. The little girl patted the eel, she still kept her mouth shut, and remained silent behind the tree. The knowledge of peeping for him is embarrassing.

“Who's there?!” Kumal Relapse. “Comeout! Or I draw whoever it is with my dragon sword,” the boy by brandishing a dry stick he calls a sword.

There was no other choice for Little Girl, she could not continue hiding, rather than having to be snatched, she better turn herself in. Little Girl out of hiding—tree's place—lantas apologizes. He lowered his head, played his fingers in agitation.

A little girl? Mudstone. He was also a bit surprised. “Why can a child like you be in this dangerous place?!” kumal said he still acted as a swordsman and funeral as an arena.

“Little child? You are also a small child, it is not appropriate for small children to call other small children,” reply Little Girl with high intonation despite remaining down.

And Kumal scratched his non-itchy head listening to the girl's counterattack. He was grim and looked embarrassed. However, as a person who does not want to be called a loser, he stood up straight again, and again interrogated, “Then what is your business with me? Why are you peeking at me who is fighting against monsters?”

“I don't peek. I just accidentally saw you acting like a little kid, shimmering indistinctly, also looking haughty like a self-styled swordsman. My house is not far from this cemetery, did I take the wrong way here?”

“E..., you just called me a little boy, didn't you? Didn't you yourself say, we are both small children,” Kumal offended called ‘little children’.

“Indeed, but I'm more mature than you.”

“Ha? There is no evidence that you are more mature than me. Our bodies are both small, it could be that I am older than you.”

“That's no proof either.”

“I can already read and write my own name,” Reply Little Girl with pride. He does not want to lose to the figure of a child who likes to imagine it.

They kept on bickering despite having just met and not knowing each other yet. They are equally unwilling to budge and it is common for it to happen to small children. However, the loud squabble, finally reached the ear lobe of Anggi Kusuma. And as a father, he had to break up a fight between two young children.

“Hoho, it turns out you already have a friend, Nak.” Anggi Kusuma said later, with a pretty typical laugh. I stroked Kumal's head.

“He is not my friend,” reply Kumal indifferently. He crossed his arms across his chest, as a sign of a struggle.

However, it seems that Little Girl was also indifferent to the words of Kumal just now. He even approached, then greeted Anggi Kusuma's hand. “Greetings, Uncle. My name is Arin.”

“Oh, Arin, nice name, hoho. It's good for a sweet little girl like you, Hoho,” thank you, making Kumal's forehead tendons tighten even more. Anggi Kusuma reached into his pocket, pulled out a candy bar, then gave the candy to Arin. “This is for you Son Arin, sweet candy for a sweet girl.”

Arin welcomed the candy with pleasure. He really likes sweets. Maybe true said uncle, because I am sweet so like the sweet, scream Arin in the heart. Kumal's mouth was also muzzled with annoyance. “I'm not just sweet, Uncle. I can also read and write my own name,” Arin said again, deliberately making Kumal's face red.

You show-off guy! pekik Kumal in heart.

However, the father even more praised Arin and cornered Kumal. “Wah, Nak Arin, besides being sweet and cute, it is also smart, hoho,”, praise Anggi Kusuma again. Arin nodded quickly confirming. “Don't get tired of playing with this loser uncle's son, yes, Son Arin.”

Arin nodded again and now repeatedly.

The word ‘pekundus’ spoken by father, really makes Kumal's chest tight. His blood was boiling, like it was boiling over a blaze. “Alright, hoho, uncle wants to clean the grave first, hoho. You guys play around first,” say goodbye Anggi Kusuma then.

“Good, Uncle, leave the task of playing around on us!” replied Arin steady.

The father passed from before them, Arin smiled to himself, while Kumal was still struggling to stem the storm in his chest. “It turns out your father was good too, yes,” said Arin to warm the cold atmosphere after being left by Anggi Kusuma.

I mute, he can't get a word out. Loser! Loser! Loser! Those words swayed in his head. Kumal's teeth chattered, his jaw veins stiffened, his eyes reddened, and a single tear fell to the ground. Arin also put his heart into seeing that.

Then Kumal's hands clenched, he seemed to hold something, until he finally fell down. While crying, Kumal kowtowed in front of Arin, he shouted very loudly, “Arin! Will you be my friend? I don't want to be a loser! Arin, please teach me how to read and write my own name.”

Arin cengengesan heard the plea. And from a distance, you can't hide his smile and his tears.