Kemuning Climbing
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Figo was not proven guilty, the police said there was a planned slaughter or hewa savage who strayed out of the forest. Avoiding her fears, her mother sent her back to the orphanage. The ingenious little boy kept a blood-soaked shirt in the washing machine.

The children in the orphanage did not calm down to see him return. They dodged it even a little distance they diverted away as far as possible. There he gets the attention of Nisa, after the death of Salma's mother who took over replacing all the orphanage affairs.

“Figo, you're not eating? Kasian kak Nisa and others have been waiting from earlier” said Jeri scowled at his arrogant attitude.

He did not flinch, turning his face forward on his swing. An irritated Jeri pushed until he fell. Figo's eyes turned completely white, Jeri screamed in pain as the pseudo-dining room ran over.

“Arghh! Ahh!” the sound of screaming frightened children of the orphanage.

“Figo, release Jeri!” Nisa hugged him from behind. Figo and Jeri both fall unconscious, Figo's presence adding to their strength.

“We should teach Figo a lesson. He has gone too far to use his demonic science to kill us” said Bemo pacing while thinking.

“No way later sister Nisa angry with us Be.”

“You if you don't dare yes don't join our group Sem.”

Both have improved, they return to their respective mattresses. Nisa was surprised to hear a noise from outside her intuition, she peeked to see someone running into the park. Nisa held back her fear of carrying a badminton wand opened the door to see who dared to disturb her home. The man approached Nisa. Lifting the rock that was about to hit him, the man's body moved hitting itself.

Figo's figure used the power of silencing his mouth, a huge boulder breaking his head walking out of the parlour area.

“Let's go to kak” Figo took Nisa inside.

The figure of the Capit in the child's body does not know why to protect it. He seemed to have an inner vibration of a speck of mercy. For a long time he did not feel it until the figure of the woman in front of him resembled his son Desi resuscitated him. Capit now plays a protective role in the house, he does not devour the organs of the occupants. After Nisa appeared to be sound asleep she started looking for food outside. Sensing the blood spilling, the figure of the bully man was surprised that there was a small child in front of him. His hands were sticking out of one of his organs.

Clothes filled with virgin, in the morning Figo surrounded by children's home. Nisa was surprised to see how she was, patiently cleaning her body. All have berers, take care of all the children's parlors and houses. He had not cooked because he had immediately twisted his mind how to get halal money in the middle of the home donors who rarely make donations. Opening laundry wages or ironing perkilo clothes is very rarely needed in the midst of economic crisis including the location of their inland region.

He opened the drawer taking the only treasure that was most precious to him. A golden ring in the middle of which there was first a red pomegranate.

“I'm sorry mom, I have to sell it” muttered Nisa.

He packed into the city with a bottle of water to quench his thirst. Figo pulled his sling bag, Nisa turned to smile to ask him. He also brought other children home. Their many trips were garnished with laughter.

Nisa asks them to wait inside, but Figo runs out following her.

“That child never changed, otherwise because of sister Nisa I was lazy to sit next to her.” Said Didik seen his reddened face restraining anger.

“If I can't wait to get out of the parlor. She was good at pretending well in front of sister Nisa.”

Inside the store, Nisa queues up with Figo who comes to sit next to her. Finished getting a standing room thrusting a box of rings. The seller frowned observing the old ring that had been used. He is lazy to unpack or look at the rate and weigh. He breathed a give back to her.

“Sell elsewhere yes. Huhh” said the seller.

“That ring of bulluk costs at most one hundred thousand!” muttered.

He was surprised to see the gaze of the little boy who was beside him. Figo cast a slow spell until the woman called them again. Nisa hesitates to push the ring box, the seller looks scared to accelerate the movement of giving five hundred thousand rupiahs.

“Thank you so much bu_” Nisa smiled accepting it.

Nisa takes Figo into the car. Before returning home, he pulled over the vehicle giving ice cream from a retail pedal. Ten packs of ice cream of various flavors. Nisa entered the market area buying some food needs. Figo never stopped following. He holds the tip of Nisa's jacket. Each stop at one of the pedangan, Figo asked Nisa to give her heavy plastic bag.

Although Nisa refused, she did not care about taking it from her hands.

Some goats were locked in cages beside the swords table. The freshly hung goat meat and the seller who cuts it remove the organ inside. He swallowed a saliva holding back his air of ilbis which started to emit sharp nails.

“You want brother goat curry? Wait here yes.”

Nisa gave him two kilos of meat, on the way home the little boy sheathed the old man held the scent of flesh dancing on the tip of his nose.

Arriving in front of the house, Fizo ran in slamming the door. The other parlors help bring down the groceries, they notice the strange Figo then see the sour look on Nisa's face.

“Kak, this is the shopping put where?” Ask Faith.

“In the kitchen only, later brother unloading.”

“We can help you, sis, all to know how to cut onions” said Kila.

“Yes right we are also yes kak” Isah smiling approached him.

The orphanage children were diligent and obedient, they took on the task of each cleaning the yard and helping to collect dry tree branches. To save on expenses, they cook outside using wood. The furnace over the fire was available, the meat began to be boiled beside it also began to cook seasonings and vegetables. There is a river that flows a little far from home. Nisa forbids the boys from going there, preferring to catch water in the well rather than allowing them to find water in the river. His friend accident rate, he also always had a nightmare to see Fizo standing on a rock showing his creepy form.

Without thinking there is an additional orphan guest who entrusted a woman while carrying several documents to receive aid funds every month and guarantee the needs of the five children. Nek Danang before he died wrote down all the treasures he had for his grandson.

“Why not just take care of mom as her guardian? The children are also not lacking. Oh yes wait a minute ma'am, I finish my cooking first.”