Dwarf
51. Go home

Saoda stepped foot through the maturation of the rice field accompanied by the sound of gengrik and rice frog alternating sounds.

He is seen stepping in the direction where Jambe stepped while tapping a bucket full of snails while one hand is seen holding the bamboo torch algae that became the light of night today.

Sometimes Jambe also yells when someone greets him during the trip. Not just once but many times. Saoda just found out that it was not only him and his father who were looking for a conch but there were many.

Saoda frowned in confusion and turned annoyed as he passed by the brat named Tuo. The boy who had dared to stick his tongue towards her.

The little boy whose body is taller than Saoda is now seen looking for a conch together with his father, the man who last afternoon Jambe met on the edge of the rice field.

Saoda was a little surprised, why the boy was always there wherever Saoda was and somehow the boy was not wearing clothes.

"There's a lot, poop?"

"Yes, there's been a lot. Here I go home too" he replied.

While the two of them were talking about the rice field water now on one side Saoda was more interested in looking at Tuo who was not wearing clothes and only wearing shorts, and was more interested in looking at him, it also seemed to be the same pants that he was wearing earlier in the afternoon.

It flashed in Saoda's mind, what a boy did not get cold when his skin was touched by the night breeze. Saoda who wears a jacket owned by Indonya feels cold especially he who only uses shorts.

Saoda stepped back when Jambe was over with the discussion about the rice field water that was there.

"Sir."

"What's wrong?"

"Why isn't the boy wearing clothes?"

"Which boy?"

"The one looking for a conch together with his Father. Father's Friend."

"Oh, his name is Tuo."

Saoda sighed. I don't like hearing the boy's name.

"What's the matter, son?"

"Why isn't he wearing clothes?"

"Well, why?"

"It's okay, but tonight's really cold but he's not wearing a thick jacket like me."

"She's used to it after all, she's nine, so she's big enough and Saoda's a girl has to wear a shirt."

Saoda nodded.

Slowly Saoda turned his head to look at the boy who was seen still busy looking for a conch in the rice field that only relied on the fire light from the torch.

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Saoda was silent waiting for his Father who was now washing his feet and hands from the water he took from the jug. Water jug that is always on the steps to wash the feet before going up to the house.

The open door made Saoda look up to look at the woman he missed so much that he even had thought of when he was in the rice field.

"Home home?" ask Sambe.

"Yes, Indo. Indo, Saoda has a lot of snails. There were a lot of snails in the rice fields," Saoda explained as she moved her hands making Jambe a little surprised to see the jacket his daughter was wearing looked very dirty.

Jambe went down the steps and approached Saoda who was unceasingly smiling.

Jambe touches the cheeks that look a little dirty and touches the black jacket that also looks dirty.

Saoda who heard the question immediately looked up at his father who was now looking at him.

Sambe looked back at her husband, who quickly went back to pretending to wash his legs.

"Did you fall? Indo, I told you not to come and Indo also told you to be careful. Now look! Your jacket and face are dirty" she said in a very soft tone while fondling Saoda's head.

"Indo, I've been careful."

"Then why are you so dirty like this?"

"When I was on the street I saw the sky."

"Corn? Why look at the sky?"

"I see the stars and the moon. They're very pretty. Saoda likes."

Hearing this Sambe pulled Saoda to get close to the jug filled with water and rubbed Saoda's face to clean from the mud that had almost dried.

"Well, you like to look at the stars and the moon, but look now you're so dirty then don't complain in the middle of the night if you feel itchy."

"Well, Indo," Saoda replied with a smile.

There was no remorse in the eyes of the five-year-old girl. He likes to see Sambe speaking at length with his soft tone.

Not like the parents of his evil friends who ask for forgiveness. Saoda saw for himself if some of his friends were beaten with wood because of playing rain. Being chased like a thief and then being beaten all out without any mercy.

One day, Saoda went to play with three friends in the river. Not much he did there, just playing water that they were not wet completely.

They played with water, made small vessels out of coconut shells and were given flags of small leaves taped to them using tree sap.

Just now they were cool to look in the direction where the artificial boat went not long ago the sound of shouting was heard making everyone turn their heads.

Saoda thought it was the voice of someone who lost his buffalo because at that time many buffaloes were tied up in the meadow not far from the river.

But not long after one of Saoda's friends immediately ran across the river.

"Don't tell me I'm here" he said before he climbed a guava tree on the riverbank.

Saoda did not understand why he ran up there. And before long a woman came and Saoda knew the woman, she was Indo from her friend who was still on the tree while covering her mouth so as not to make the slightest sound.

The woman stopped after she paced indistinctly.

"See what, Auntie?" tanya Saoda made her two friends immediately looked up at Saoda.

"Did you see Buli?" the woman asked while propping up the waist whose hand was seen holding a bamboo midrib.

"Yes, it's on top" said Saoda who pointed directly at the top of the tree.

Saoda turned his head to look at his two friends who were seen pointing in the other direction with both of his eyes rounded in shock after Saoda told the woman.

After that without Saoda guessing the woman even hit her friend to tears like a buffalo who lost its mother.

And after that Saoda had no friends.

Saoda did not know if there were parents who hit his son so hard that the midrib broke.

And now Saoda realized that his parents are different from both parents like his friends have.

Indo and his Father are good people and Saoda is grateful to have parents like them.