THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 3's. Call Me Oomnitsa 3's
But seeing a little girl who dared to fight four grown men alone could even finally make them go away. He finally realized that he himself had chosen to lose even before fighting.
He felt himself a shame.
"I'm fine, thanks for your help, it'll just bruise, I'll go first. Take it easy, this is the last time they'll be able to gang up on me. Thank you." Thank you." He tried to smile at the little girl.
"Sister, let's go to the doctor. You live in a boarding school, right?" The little girl was still holding her hand out of pity.
"Young man, you're fine, coming back to the dorm with a battered state won't help. Miss Monica means well. We better take you to the doctor." The man who picked up Monica asked the young man. He saw the pitiful appearance of the young man, he was even afraid that there was an internal wound that would put the young man in trouble.
"It's okay Uncle, I'm fine. Monica thank you, you're so brave."
"So next time they fight Big Brother, you don't shut up." Monica tried to give him courage, however seeing him curled up like that was very sad.
"I'll fight back. I promise." Somehow the words of the beautiful little girl finally seemed like they could cultivate courage in her heart.
"Whose sister's name? Maybe we can meet again later even though different levels. Are you sure you'll be fine without seeing a doctor."
"I'll be fine. Don'worry. Just call me, Oomnitsa." The name sounds strange, because it is indeed a foreign language. It was a call in Russian, the affectionate call of his dead mother to him. Oomnitsa - ⁇ - which means someone who is smart. Although it sounded foreign but the little girl smiled when she mentioned her name.
"Oomnitsa, you have to fight, you can definitely win from them." The little girl, as sent from heaven by her mother, sent her a message in this strange land. His eyes immediately heated up hearing the message but he tried hard to smile.
"I'm going to fight. They won't beat me again." With a smile and somehow he felt strength. His steps were more firm, and even though his entire body was sick he could ignore it.
"thank you. I'll be careful. You take care of yourself too. Uncle thank you" The young man waved to them, their meeting and efforts to save him today will never be regretted.
He looked back, saw the beautiful little girl who was smiling and waving to him, in his mind the girl was the angel he had to remember. A face as beautiful as that angel, even she was the angel herself. He waved back at the little girl he knew was called Monica.
I'll fight Mom, I won't let that woman win. They'll never beat me from now on.
He promised his mother's soul and walked upright. His soul grows, if some black cloud becomes a part of his day and makes him unable to live, now that gray is his color, he will feel the color of his life with his own hands. He dared to live and fight, not live and give up...
The boy's name was Alexie Kulkov.
And the little girl's name is Monica Dugard.
Perhaps true, there was an angel who arranged their meeting that day. The young boy walked upright after that day, not letting the world oppress him again.
Although they never met again after that, Alexie Kulkov never forgot the little girl, the angel who once called her Oomnitsa would not know what she had done to the young man.
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