Dwarf
47. The Boy That Sucks

"Would we go home now?"

"Yes, Son. Do you still want to play water?" sambe asked making Saoda now nod.

"It's dark today and we'd better go home."

One elucidation from that soft hand managed to land on Saoda's shoulder-length hair making the little girl smile.

This little family was now stepping across a small, deep river. There are some airy stones that become a bridge to get to the other side.

"A lot of fish today, poang Jambe?" ask one of the men he met on the side of the road more precisely on the outskirts of the rice field.

The man was seen shaking the head protector made of bamboo sandals that were sliced thinly and knitted to such an extent.

"Yes, pour," said Jambe.

The man nodded, looking at Saoda for a moment.

"It's your big boy, pour."

Jambe looked down at Saoda who looked up at him.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah."

"New one, take your son?"

"Yes, maybe God only gives one. This is also enough that is important to be happy," he explained.

The man nodded.

"Mr!!!"

The sound of the boy's screams could make those who were busy talking turned to look at the boy who was only wearing muddy brown pants was running through the muddy ground.

"Your son, ditch Dodi?"

Puang Dodi smiled for a moment. He who was sitting on the edge of the rice field is now looking up to look at the Jambe puang.

"Well, he's my son" he replied.

"Why is he running?"

Puang Dodi got up from the edge of the rice field, supporting his waist while looking at his son who was now running around with a half-crying face.

Saoda scrunched his forehead. It was strange that man. How can there be a boy who cries, just like a girl.

The boy cried over to Dodi's poang while jumping up and down.

"You why?"

"There's linta, sir," he showed his right leg with both eyes he closed.

The man sighed.

"You're looking for an eel or looking for a linta."

"I'm looking for an eel, but the linta is coming too, Father," he replied, crying as he pleased.

Jambe and Sambe laughed. It was funny how the answer of this boy was coupled with his facial expression that was so very funny.

"Just she bit you and asked you to cry? Why are you so whiny?" saoda asked, which made his parents surprised.

"Soda, don't talk like that!" reprimand Sambe while gently stroking Saoda's shoulder.

Puang Dodi who heard that immediately laughed while the boy immediately opened his eyes. Crying ceased. He looked at the girl with shoulder-length hair looking at him.

"You're right, son. This poang kid is very crybaby and likes to cry, right, son?" asked Puang Dodi while patting his son's shoulder.

"No, I'm not a whiny."

"But you're crying" Saoda said.

"I'm a boy so a boy won't cry and you're a girl. It's the girl who loves to cry."

"Why are you crying?" Show Saoda.

"I'm not crying."

"But your cheeks are wet."

Hearing that made the boy immediately feel his cheeks.

"It's mud water."

"Oh, I just found out that the eyes can let out mud water. Just admit that you've been crying."

"What if I cry? You'd cry like me too if you were bitten by the ink and maybe you'd cry in the loudest voice."

The boy laughed making Saoda frown with a face that seemed to be bent.

"I'm not afraid" answered Saoda and immediately stepped forward and knelt before the boy who had underestimated him.

He pulled very hard linta that stuck to the surface of the skin made the boy scream.

Saoda got up and stepped back.

"See you're crying again!"

The boy stopped his crying. He was surprised to stare at the black ink writhing amusedly on Saoda's fingers.

"See your legs!"

Point Saoda made the man immediately duck down and stare strongestly at the blood flowing from his calf. Look now his calf has been bleeding.

"You're making my legs bleed."

"I'm just helping you, you crybaby."

"I'm not a whiny," he asked.

Sambe, Jambe and Dodi laughed after seeing and hearing their son's debate.

"It's so funny your son, Puang Dodi."

"Hahaha, funny what, puang? Your daughter is funny and brave."

"I didn't expect your son to be this big."

Puang Dodi smiled. He grabbed his son's shoulder and grabbed him.

"Yes, he's my son. The only. His name is Tuo."

Hearing that, Jambe immediately laughed.

"What the fuck are you throwing away? You're laughing at me because I only have one child but it turns out you only have one."

"Yes, how else, Puang Jambe. Like you said before, God only gives one fortune and well I only have one son."

Puang Jambe nodded.

"Oh yes if your daughter is how."

Puang Jambe stroked Saoda's hair which seemed to put on a pretentious face in front of Tuo who now looks not like to see it.

"This is my daughter. His name is Saoda and he's only five years old."

"Well, what a pretty girl. Maybe my son, Tuo, we can make a match, hahaha," he said, laughing.

Puang jambe also laughed. He glanced at Saoda who seemed to raise his little fist as if ready to hit Tuo who was now seen sticking out his tongue.

"Hahaha, just look at it even the city kids seem to hate each other."

Hearing that made Dodi immediately turn to look at Tuo and Saoda in turn.

"As a child they may hate each other but we won't know what's going to happen in the future."

"Well, we may not be able to determine God's destiny but at least we've been planning. Business is not God's business."

Puang Jambe nodded.

"Right and we'll just wait until he's 17 and after that maybe we'll talk about this."

"Yes, Puang. You're right."

"Well then I say goodbye and you go home the day is dark."

"Yes, after this I will also go home," replied Puang Dodi.

"I'll excuse you."

"Well, careful!"

Puang Jambe now stepped while grasping the fingers of Saoda's hand whose left hand fingers are also in the hands of Sambe oleg.

Saoda turned to look at Puang Dodi who was now hoeing the mud in his rice field again. Not long after he turned to look at the figure of the boy who had made him annoyed with his speech.

Not long after the man named Tuo turned his head and stuck his tongue towards Saoda making both eyes round because of shock. That boy is a bitch.

Just look, Saoda will not let go of the boy before hitting him.