The Tippingback of Rania's World
Episode 79 - Mystery of His Birth
In 1932, three days before the turn of the year. The village of Sirnea is literally ravaged by a severe winter, in the country.
Everyone stayed inside the house avoiding the worsening blizzard. The streets were covered by a thick, cold white layer. No more living creatures roaming outside.
The animals did not escape the brunt of natural violence.
By nightfall, the remote village located in the valley of the hills was getting quieter. Except for one house located at the very end, only river oembatas between the house with the forest behind it.
"Cum? Au existat semne?"
(How? Are there any signs?)
*Romanian.
The beautiful woman who was lying weakly nodded, "Atat de trist," he said.
(It's very sad)
"Fii bottle, fiule. Toate mamele simt. Totul va fi fine." The old woman who was considered the village shaman continued to strengthen the woman.
(Patience, Son. All mothers feel that. Everything will be fine.)
"Avem nevoie de nioste condimente ''i miere pentru a-l menine cald. Pentru o livrare lina," said Noina, the village shaman.
(we need some spices and honey to keep it warm. To make the delivery smooth.)
"On regulation, voi ajunge direct la depozit pentru a-l ridica," replied one man, who was also the husband of the young mother-to-be.
(Alright, I'll be right to the barn to pick it up.)
"Nu. Nu frayi. Vreau sa fiu cu tine paiste copilul nostru."
(No. Don't leave me. I want to be with you until our son is born.)
Suddenly the room became very bright, then... Catar!!! Lightning struck out strongly. Accompanied by a very strong wind.
"Buna durere! Ce este vremea ast? Ca venirea unui duh rau." exclaimed Noina and her servant.
(God! What's with the weather today? Like the coming of evil spirits.)
"Noina, stomacul meu se imbolnaveste."
(Noina, my stomach is getting heartburn.)
Catar!!! Catar!!! Lightning returned strongly. Leaving a pungent smell. I don't know what things are burned by the millions of watts of electricity.
Simultaneously, there was the sound of the cry of a tiny baby who had just been born into the world.
"O, Doamne, ce am gre?it? De ce a trebuit sia se nasca mainile mele acest biet copil frumos?" Noina.
(God, what's my fault? Why did this poor, beautiful baby have to be born in my hands?)
"Ce vrei sia spui, Noina?" ask the husband angry.
(What do you mean, Noina?)
"Naesterea acestui copil este neobiisnuit. La ennceputul prezenei sale a fost bleedemat de natur. Nu vreau ca oamenii sastie ca acest copil s-a nascut cu mainile mele," said Noina.
(The birth of this baby is unusual. At the beginning of his presence alone he was already cursed by nature. I don't want people to know that this baby was born with my hands.)
"Acest bebeluzus nu greseste. Nici natura nu este. Este doar un normal phenomenon," denied the husband.
(This baby is not wrong. Nature is not angry either. It's just a regular phenomenon.)
"Mi-am fat tree bine. Dar apoi voi, take care, leave the fruit. Va spun un lucku, daca pest copil rain via daina casand va fi adhesive, va aduce un blestem," said Noina.
(I have done my job well. But next you take care of yourself. I'm telling you one thing, if this baby stays alive until adolescence, he'll carry a curse.)
(His hands will be able to heal as well as kill people at the same time.)
"Nu cred ce spui. Dar mulustaresc pentru. Aceasta este recompensa ta," said the husband.
(I don't believe what you say. But thank you for helping. Your wages.)
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"Your mother never told me much about my grandmother. He just told me that grandma was very smart and an expert in herbal medicine," said Qiandra.
"So these are all your grandmother's belongings?" ask Mikko.
Qiandra shrugged both of her shoulders, "I don't know. Because what I heard from my mother, my grandmother died not long after they arrived in Indonesia."
"That's it, huh? Where did these ancient things come from? Who's mine?" mengko.
Qiandra took some items from the old crate, examined them one by one. What caught his attention the most was the photo he saw the first time, when Mikko managed to open the old crate.
The beautiful woman, who is around thirty years old, wears traditional Eastern European clothing, complete with all her accessories.
"So what's your conclusion after seeing all this?" ask Mikko.
"Eitherway. I'm confused myself. I always accused Rania of terrorizing me. But even my own family is weird," said Qiandra. His eyeballs record everything that's in there.
"It is only fitting that mom and dad always avoid me if I want to investigate this matter" continued the seventeen-year-old girl.
"It's a shame I can't help you more than this. I don't understand what's going on either."
"Let's find a way out. I don't want to linger here. The puzzle was also not solved even more complicated," said Qiandra.
Mikko was about to close the chest when her eyes caught something very interesting.
A piece of paper photographing two beautiful girls. Still with traditional Eastern European clothing, as well as very simple makeup.
But what caught Mikko's attention the most was her face. One of the women had a face very similar to Rania.
Even if people don't know her, it's possible to assume that Rania and the woman in the photo are the same.
"What else is it? Let's quickly find a way out. It's too stuffy in here" Qiandra said.
Mikko slipped the photo among the other items so as not to be seen by the young Miss.
But before that he could read the writing behind the photo. "Freya Ludmila 'Esthera, 1949."
(Freya Ludmila and Esthera, 1949).
"Yes. I have to clean up these things first" Mikko said.
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The third winter, after the birth of the special girl. Freya Ludmila, was first formally introduced to the villagers by her parents.
No one knows how the girl was born. The old man who was the iron sculptor never told me.
Noina, the child shaman also tightly closed his mouth. He did not want to interfere in the affairs of the little girl he considered born with the curse.
Time after time passed, the little girl turned into a smart and beautiful teenager. The girl was also known as an herbalist who was able to save many people.
But one thing escaped the attention of his parents. Every time he saves one life with his hand, another will be lost the same night, in a mysterious way.
(Connected)
Thank you for reading. See you around.