Dusk Bleak
Wet again

“Never seen a rice field, right? Sono in!” they said the next day while showing a large rice field with rice. Still around the village. So many things are seen. And such a vast field is still available. No exception with the location of the school which was once a rice field. And it is so bad. So that large funds from the center are mobilized to build a state school that will print children with qualified intelligence.

”That slob right?” said the Kleo who had never seen the rice field. Most large rice fields that do not have rice. Or if there is already rice and porridge. Rice is porridge. It's in the bowl. So the taste of slobbery, itching and the smell of the aroma of rice fields he never felt.

Where the clothes at that time was new and clean white. With the logo of the city school that has been removed. But it has not been replaced with this school, because it has not been to the tailor.

”Dijorokin only!” said Scopio and Cruz who immediately encouraged the virgin child who seemed confused between willing to obey the orders of superiors or just reluctance. ”Let's slob!”

With all the energy he had deployed so that the child really entered the area of the murky watery rice fields.

”Yah enter bye!” kleo screamed with clothes that were immediately dirty. His shoes until partially sank, but the water was pretty much immediately won it. That was the joy of the day in the eyes of the children who were cheering. But for the new child it feels no exclamation.

The next day Kleo was taken to a river where the water was quite deep. There he was being traumatized again. To cross.

“Let's cross over to the other side of the river. And must hurry before the current rises. Otherwise the floodgates at the end of the river will open. Let's drag you all the way to the estuary yeah!”

Hehe!

With the joyful laughter of the children who are about to graduate.

”Ah ordinary it!” another said waiting by the river bank . while one fat man was across the other.

”In,” said Kleo, who was silent, his feet were crushed by invisible mud due to the turbid, brownish water. But it felt slipping to the calf.

”This quicksand!” continues shouting. So that someone is willing to help him in the face of life's difficulties.

Seeing that the fat guy who was in charge of waiting across the river immediately entered the river, about to give first aid to the girl.

“Why are you coming in?” said his friend across the other with wonder the same fat guy.

”This is down with pity,” he said while leading the girl to the other bank so that she could cross the river with a slamet.

“But... How do caves get wet yah?” said the Fatty after observing what happened to him that was full of stains.

His friends just said, ”eh eh mean lo?”