GROWINGS
9

Dafa sat facing the wall of his bedroom. His smile broadened as he stared at the figure before him.

"Dad knows no, Mother finally allowed me to go to school..!? If you were still alive, I would have asked you to take me to the front of the class. Same with Sam, of course."

That is what Dafa does today. After a morning shower and breakfast, he would sit directly against the wall, telling all his excitement to the imaginary pictures he made himself with crayons and colored pencils.

If he wants to feel the warmth of the sun, then he will move to the wall on the west side. Where there is a picture of ten bright yellow suns that he painted with oil paint, a gift from Danu.

But, if he wanted to see the moon and stars, he stayed to infiltrate under his bed, and observe the images of the moon and the thousands of stars that he drew on some sheets of paper, then he put it under his bed.

"Now I'm pretending I'm in class, Dad." Babes jolly.

Dafa also rose. Pick up lots of dolls, robots, and other toys, then arrange them to line up sideways on the floor of his room.

"You're the teacher, you're Mr. Brownie bear. Pretend you're teaching, and I'll be delivered to you later."

Dafa held the big, fluffy brown teddy bear. Then he moved his puppet hand.

"Kids, now we're going to learn about water planes that can disappear.." The voice of Dafa changes greatly and is certainly made up.

"Ehemm..!"

He's cleared his throat. Then move position.

Geck.. Geck..

"Yes, who is it---?"

"It's me, sir. New student."

"Ohh, comein!"

Dafa walked into the room by dragging his knees. He even wears a backpack and carries a bottle.

Mbok Parni and Mr. Popo observed from the front of the door of the child's room.

The two old men, looking at the boy with a feeling of sadness. For ten years, Dafa had to remain confined within his own home. Never seen the outside world. And without ever interacting with anyone else.

"Den Dafa, it's time to take a nap."

Dafa whimpering. He glanced at the blue watch that was coiled around his right wrist.

"When I was in school I was told to sleep anyway, Mbok?!"

"Main later yes. Now Den Dafa must rest. Let it not hurt."

"But now I'm going to do it again. What if I don't go to class?!!"

Mbok Parni can't do anything. If he continues to force it, it could be that later his master's son is raging and hunger strike again.

After all, Dafa is usually the type of person who gets bored easily. Just look now, surely in a moment he will be bored and....

"I'm tired ah..! School is dizzy! Make the task of drawing, join the flag ceremony, kiss the hands of the father and mother teacher..." While chattering, Dafa rolled down his bed. Then he pulled the light blue blanket that always accompanied him.

"The light's gonna turn on, Den?" Ask Mbok Parni. But Dafa did not answer.

When he looked down at the bed, Mbok Parni found that Dafa had fallen asleep while twitching his thumb.

Now only Mbok Parni and Mr. Popo are busy cleaning all the toys, drawing tools and stationery scattered on the floor of the Dafa room.

And this is how they work every day. For years.

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