Dwarf
70. The Saoda that did it?

What else does he have to do now?

Saoda who was silent for a moment now smiled a little then immediately ran up the steps. He is now silent staring at the area of the house room that looks still messy even though it is not as messy as before where there are many clothes scattered.

Saoda turned his head in the direction and right trying to find a broom. As he recalled yesterday, Dodi had swept the room of the house when he just arrived at this house.

I don't know where Puang Dodi put the broom. Saoda who has since turned his head movement now stopped staring at the broom that hung on the wall of the house.

Saoda laughed. He immediately ran to get the broom. How could he not see the broom that was clearly in front of him himself.

Saoda sweeping clean the floor of the house that feels dusty making the dust on the floor was flying disturbing the senses of breathing Saoda. Saoda coughed at the pressure of the dust that disturbed him.

Saoda arranged the chairs, cleaned the tables and chairs that also came dusty. Saoda rubbed his sweaty forehead. He propped up his waist for a moment while staring at the guest room that was already somewhat clean.

Saoda also tidied up the white sacks scattered in the corner of the room. He folded and put it into one in the corner of the room so as not to look messy.

Saoda switched to the kitchen. He picked up some of the dirty cutlery and put it in the basin.

He again stepped down down the steps and came back to face the well. He drew water and placed it on the bucket that was beside the well.

He sat on a stone and rubbed the dirty tableware with a coconut belt that was able to clean the dirt attached to the surface of the cutlery.

Saoda humming. He's quite happy to do this. After that he arranged the clean cutlery into a plate rack that had rusted because it had eaten time.

Saoda also sweeps the kitchen floor made of bamboo that is deliberately used so that when there is food or garbage that falls can go directly underground without the need to sweep it too often.

Saoda breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the clean surface of the house. Home utensils that have been washed and arranged to the plate rack, the living room area that he has been sweeping and the clothes that he has now dried down there.

"What else, should I do?" asked Saoda himself who was now staring in all directions.

What else does he have to do now?

He turned his head to look in all directions until his gaze was now staring at the pot that had blackened the lower area because it was too often used.

Saoda opened the lid and found the rice was still complete without any spoon results there. It seemed like Dodi and Tuo's puang had not eaten before he went to her buffalo.

Saoda can see no side dishes here. There's only one pot of rice.

His eyes are now moving in all directions. He was looking for something to cook and could probably be a side dish this morning after pouring Dodi and Tuo home later.

Saoda opened the wooden cabinet that he had cleaned from the dust that disturbed his sense of touch and also his sense of breathing.

Saoda looked down at the contents of the cupboard that is visible now only a few chicken eggs are available in a small container.

Saoda smiled and grabbed him. Saoda is not good at cooking but Saoda often sees the figure of the late Indonya who often cook in the kitchen.

With memories and memories that he still remembers. He began to put some wood into the cooking area. Light the fire carefully even if it is not easy to do.

"Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk!"

Saoda coughed as white smoke filled the kitchen ceiling and exited the leaking roof gap.

"Fire let's light up! I'm tired" she said bluntly, this is the expression of a little girl's heart cooking for the first time.

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Buk up!

Buk up!

Buk up!

The sound of a stone punch that hit the surface of the wood that became the center of rope bondage to the buffaloes who are now grazing in the green fields are overgrown so that these buffalo will not starve.

This is also the reason why the buffaloes belonging to Puang Dodi have a large body.

Puang Dodi stepped towards the hill with her gaze now staring in all directions trying to find her son.

Until not long ago his gaze that had been looking for the figure of Tuo now stopped looking at Tuo who was now sitting on the grass right under a large tree while stroking the head of a newborn buffalo child for a week the past.

"Tuo!!!" dodi shouted, but Tuo did not turn his head, it seemed that his son did not hear the sound of his cry.

"Tuo!!!" yelling at Dodi's poang once again made Tuo immediately turn his head.

"What's up?!!"

"Aren't you going home?!! The buffaloes here will satiate while we will starve. Come home and eat!!!" his yell.

"Yes, wait a minute!!!" shouted Tuo.

Hearing that, Puang Dodi immediately let out a long sigh while supporting her waist with a tired face.

He immediately sat down while pulling out some of the grass that he reached. Well, looks like it's gonna be a long time. Moreover, Puang Dodi knew what Tuo would do before returning home, namely...

Puang Dodi turned to look at Tuo who was now seen smiling while rubbing his shoulder head and he seemed to be talking. Well, don't be surprised! Tuo has a unique habit of talking to buffalo.

"Ah, start him again. It seems like the boy has gone mad because he has no friends," he pours Dodi while shaking his head tired.

There was something that his son did.

Tuo smiled. He likes the surface of the feather of a buffalo child so soft. Distinct from the fur of buffalo that has grown up that will feel so rough to the touch.

"I want to go home first. Don't be naughty, you're here!"

Tuo turned his head to look at the small river that was not far from this meadow.

"You see there? Yeah, you don't go there, yeah! You'll drown if you go there."

Puang Dodi breathed his air violently after staring at his son who was now looking at the river.

"I've been herding buffaloes, but never talking to buffaloes."