My Power Of Math Fantasies
10.3 Things a Piece of Bread

In the evening. Some kids came out of the yard in secret. Actually acting freely they can do the important thing is not to get out of the border of the suburban area and away from the mining and construction work area to avoid the inspector soldiers.

Caregivers usually leave during the day and in the evening where the sun slips. So some superactive kids go out for a walk.

"I'm tired of seeing her again. We better say it soon" said one of the children who was discussing. They all have ages from ten years and above.

"But all this time, I think it's fine" said Agenemon.

"But we don't know what's going to happen" replied another child.

In the middle of that bunch of white-haired kids. Anemone is an unpredictable child. He who was thought to be ignoring it, suddenly pulled the collar Agenemon shirt.

"Don't tell me you forgot about what happened first." Anemone's hand shakily raised Agenemon. The wrinkled face looks angry, to the point that Anemone's skin color is reddened and Agenemon has difficulty breathing.

Agenemon remembered once that time. The time when they also acted as Ares did. Behind the nanny who just let it go, their caregiver was precisely the one who was rewarded. The woman who was still said to be quite young was severely beaten by the soldiers even stained violently.

For children who are even still very unstable, the incident has a great traumatic effect when they see it. Just because of the bread they gave to a weak abandoned child, their caregiver was affected.

They—para solider—make it a reason to act arbitrarily.

Agenemon gritted his teeth. He clasped back Anemone's hand and then looked at Agenemon's eyes full of emotion.

"Let go, I know that too."

Anemone released its grip by violently stomping it.

"So why. "sayu Aganemon with a curious low tone.

"I don't care anymore" Anemone said.

"KAU—"

"Ares .. I know you are here. Come here." Come here."

Aganemon who was furious at Anemone's behavior almost hit him before Anemone called Ares.

They then turned their bodies. Then Ares came out from behind a big rock not far from their shabby foster home.

"You're listening to everything, right?"

Ares nodded in response to Anemone's question.

"You know what you're doing is going to torture me."

"But, why?... "

"Don't be stupid, Ares! In this place we are only tormented by demons. They are all demons. A demon worse than a demon! Those who don't have the devil's armor will only be tortured!" squeal Anemone.

"Do you want our mother to be more tormented?." he continued. His plain-sounding voice returned low with a gloomy face. He did not want to imagine the only person who was the adult who smiled at him, disappeared because of nothing, suffering heavily from nurturing them.

"This is food for you. Use it well yes. Here you must be a strong child because you are my hope in the future for this suburb."

Such a small thing had already given a bright day for Anemone. Then Anemone's chest felt even more tight if you imagine the incident and then back in front of his eyes.

"Keep, what should I do? I .. I-a-I don't know what to do. I just want people around me not to suffer. I just want the kid to be healthy. Don't you see, that kid is so skinny than we are, move that kid's trouble. If I don't feed him .. he .. he could die...." Ares stammered, he was dazed to think.

"...."

Anemone was silent for a moment. He said with a heavy heart before biting his lips.

"That's her own fault...."

Ares rounded his eyes. He became increasingly confused because he was also in the position of the child who wanted to die. He even survived because he was also once given a piece of bread and half a glass of water.

Only because of that could he survive death. Those who faintly smiled at him gave him the impetus to survive. But why, why did they forbid Ares to be like the people who saved him?

Question after question arises in the anxiety of Ares' heart until Ares feels a headache.

"So, what should I do!? ... Sis... What did I do that was wrong, brother?.. " Ares' tears came out, he couldn't hold her back anymore. He felt so wrong.

Living in a house without a blood family. Ares actually really admires children who actively speak and stand out while spreading his innocent smile without a single burden.

Ares didn't want their smiles to suddenly go away and now they're—the kids are in front of him right now. Their hearts were sad and Ares felt he was the one who made them that way.

"THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ARES!" squealing the voice of the girl who was clinging. He pressed his hands down next to his tiny body. He tightly clenched his fingers.

"What you did was not wrong. The wrong thing is this place. This filthy place. The demons are wrong. It should be those demons that do not exist, it should be those who should be tortured. Why should we obey them. Why should we be tormented like this. We have no faults, we're not bad people like outsiders who come in here."

Carnation suddenly said loudly continuing to approach Ares. His eyes were firm and his movements were full of expressiveness. Until finally he held Ares' arm and then clearly said.

"You're not wrong Ares. They're the wrong ones."

From here they arise feelings of wanting to rebel. And starting that day, they quietly observed how their environmental patterns were located and set their own strategies together with the children.

They make their own groups and continue a lot as they get older. Because all that is involved is children at an age that is still said to be unstable. They escaped from the inspectors.

Until one day, when the children are almost 16 years old and will break away from the care. All the foster children at midnight get bad events that they did not expect.

Same thing with the same thing again. How many times have they tried to protect and warn other children. They were also open to the nanny. But in the end, the same thing happened again and again.

"Always, they are concerned about this trivial matter. Just because a piece of their bread made it an excuse to torture the mother" said Anyelir.

Anemone was weakly pinched feeling hopeless.

"Once again we are gone. Why ... why do you like to hide the problem?"

The more they age, the more heavy work becomes denser and heavier. Fighting was still useless for them, because they were still looking for a gap they had to know in order to perfect the plan they had laid out.

Only children aged ten years and under can still move freely outside of the work ikab. However, because their thinking was still immature and had a conscience that was still very innocent. Similar events continue to happen. While the person they consider mom— babysitter—they continue to let it go, as if he was deliberately to do it.

Until in the end, the demons who rose apoplexy due to repeated events tortured their mother to death. Worse yet, their mother's dying body is accidentally abandoned in front of her foster home. Letting other children see her and cry - cry in front of their foster mothers who are already in a difficult situation to maintain their lives.