PONDEROUSLY
Finding a Baby Girl

17 Years ago, a woman named Christine left the town where she lived. The saturation of her marriage relationship with her husband has peaked in the crown of her head. When she catches wet her husband who has been having an affair with Christine's subordinate. Until the farewell happened. Christine and her husband divorced.

Christine is a successful woman and comes from a distinguished family. The demands of perfection from his family continue to be merong - rong self chtistine. Which is very contrary to his personality. Christine decides to leave her family. Leaving the metropolis that had given birth to her until she became a very successful woman.

Christine decided to live in a village. Where the village is located far from the city. At the end of the state line. The village is surrounded by wilderness and away from the contamination of urban life.

Christine owns a plot of land in the village. And some gardens that spread wide in the village where he lived.

A year has passed. Christine settled in the village for a year.

This month, precisely in the end of August Christine is harvesting the results of her garden. This month is the season of durian. Durian which has A quality than in other areas.

At night when Christine was waiting for durian fruit to fall from the tree in her garden, faintly Christine heard the sound of baby crying.

The sound of the baby's crying is increasingly clear in his eardrum. In the middle of the wilderness. In his garden.

'Baby voice?.' Christine's murmur.

Christine ignored the baby's crying voice. There was a guess in his mind. There can't be a baby in the middle of this wilderness. At night anyway. Christine began to feel a hint of fear in her heart. Is that the voice of the genie? Or just the shadow?

Christine started looking up. Look at the shady trees. Many are attached to the durian fruit in the body of the tree - the tree.

Christine heard the baby's cry again. Getting louder. Getting louder. It's getting clearer in Christine's ears.

"I don't think I heard wrong. That's a baby's voice." Christine said slowly to herself.

Christine brushed off her fear. There was a much greater feeling of curiosity in his heart.

Christine's moving on. Walking follows where the sound of the baby's crying comes from.

The closer the sound of the baby's cry. The more clearly it sounds. Until he caught with his sight a wicker basket made of rattan.

Seen in the basket was the figure of a baby crying loudly.

Instantly the anxiety and heat wrapped around Christine's body.

Christine rushed to the baby. Take the baby. Hugged it gently. Patting - pat the baby's body, until the cry of the baby subsides.

Christine's face depicts the sudden anger that appears inside her.

'Who would throw this baby away?.' Christine's bait.

Without thinking, Christine decided to go home. She brought a new baby to find her a few seconds ago.

16 Years later...

A beautiful girl, with her long hair intertwined. Seemed to be playing in his yard.

The girl who has a beautiful face, with clear and very white skin, and a face shape like a Korean girl, smiles happily while twisting - mutating a new gasing given by her mother.

The Koma Yerim Kapitsa. Christine's daughter. Christine found it about 16 years ago, in the wilderness, on her farm.

The girl was commonly called 'herim' by the chtistines and residents who also lived in the village. Where the everyday jerim does the work that he gets his skills from his mother. That is weaving rattan into baskets and bags of women, as well as various other forms. Jerim is learning to weave. The results of what he made will be sent to the city, for sale.

But until this moment, Jerim did not know that he was not the biological child of Christine. Christine never told her true status. Christine was still afraid that Jerim could not accept the truth. Christine is not ready if Jerim will leave her.

Christine felt lucky to have a yerim as her son. So did all the people in the village. When the girl comes since the baby, luck always comes to christine and the whole village. Until all the villagers locked their mouths so as not to be lost to the jerim if in fact he was not the biological child of Christine.

Christine was very lucky. Where something happened to Jerim when he was three years old. Jerim fell while he was in the river, so that the head of Jerim, touching the boulder that was on the river bank. At that time, Jerim was unconscious and in a coma. He almost died.

Yerim is quickly rushed into the city by Christine. Christine must bring the body of Jerim into the city. To get treatment in the hospital. Jerim's life is safe.

Luckily, Yerim finally came to his senses from his coma. Christine brought the jerim back to the village, after the doctor declared that the jerim had been discharged from the hospital.

It was fortunate that Christine's family did not know of her whereabouts. Since Christine decided to leave the city, it is clear that her family is immediately looking for the whereabouts of Christine. But until this moment, they still could not find Christine.

Christine and Jerim are back in the village. He lived in Christine's house for a long time.

A house that does not look luxurious. Not like his house in town.

When Jerim and Christine were in the courtyard of their house, they saw the figure of an old woman. With the body bent and wearing a long cloth wrapped around his hips. A black twin-shaped shirt attached to his body. In fact, there has never been a villager who used to wear kemben on his body. Usually only wear a long cloth or sarong cloth as a cover of the lower part of his body for women. And regular shirt. The old woman was standing in front of the wooden fence of Christine's house. Holding a long wood as his stick. Yerim pointed towards the figure of the old woman. Which looks very old.

"Mother, take a look. There's grandma." Yerim said to christine.

Christine followed yerim's index finger. Look at the fence of his house. As her son said. But Christine did not see the figure of the old woman as Yerim had said.

"Nobody is there yerim." Christine.

Christine saw her mother. Showing a serious facial expression.

"There's mommy. That's." Say yerim again.

From then on, Christine realized that yerim had advantages. Has a sixth sense. Or as usual people - people call 'indigo children'.

Where christine covers the excess possessed by the yerim on all villagers until this moment.