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A Thousand Storks (Little Tomy)

🌸🌸🌸🍀🍀🍀🍀 Sorry about Tomy again, supposedly klo flashback, crazy up... What is the real life power of many activities, sorry🌸🌸🌸🍀🍀

The little fingers of a child holding a needle and thread little by little his school uniform that is not worth wearing began to be repaired. Time still shows at five in the morning. The mother and the man who came last night still didn't come out of the room.

With a slightly bruised face, as well as several cuts to his back and chest, Tomy wore a school uniform that he had just repaired. The school bag was worn, hesitatingly the child was about to knock back on the door. But his little hand, which was about to knock on the door, did not want to bother his mother anymore, the pain last night still spread in his body.

But his stomach was filled enough, it was enough for him. Snack money? The boy didn't bring any money. Just bring a bottle of used drinks that are filled with well water as a reliever of thirst. Put it in the bag.

His hands trembled at the tightly shut door of the room. "I..i..mom a...I be..bera...depart.." she said passed away.

The bruises on his body were uniformly covered, yet on his face were not. Some of the neighbors he passed by seemed more concerned. Care about? Most just ask to gossip the night woman who lives with her illegitimate son.

"A..I'm ter..ter..ter.." stuttering words came out of his mouth when a neighbor asked.

"Ter what!? Tell me quickly!! You stutter.." scorned his neighbors impatiently.

"Ter. fell..." Tomy was downstairs walking away from her alley.

***

The sun was getting hotter, the day had shown at one noon, the child who attended school with the help of a full scholarship, came to a stall.

"P..p.pak sa...pak sa...maya.." Tomy's words stopped, the shopkeeper who was impatient to hear his words, emotions.

"Take it there!! Remember it has to end!!" he snapped, thrusting two flasks full of ice candles, "Remember, if I don't make you trade, where can you eat," he sneered.

"Te..te.te..te..thank you.." the boy who was still wearing his uniform took two ice flasks.

"Fight up emotions. Her mother's sins were too much, so her son stuttered.." The shop owner again sneered, after the departure of Tomy who was only a few steps.

Tomy stopped her steps, tightly grasping the handle of her ice flask...What sins can a mother make her child disabled? I thank you for giving birth to this disabled child.Tears flowed down her cheeks, one of her hands put a thermos on the sidewalk, to wipe her tears.

'The mother of the night woman, deserves her son stuttering...'

'It's not clear who wants to have a stuttering child. Even if he met his father who, would not want to admit a stuttering child like him...'

'Free smart, but stuttering...'

Such was the scorn of the people he often met. What's wrong with stuttering? It was as if his attempt to learn to become an accomplished student vanished due to the word stuttering.

The day was getting hotter, his stomach was getting hungry. However, when the heat like this is the ice candle he brought will sell. Tomy gulped, stared at his peers buying his wares ice candles, ran to play on the field. Bottles of water as a provision is released, the propulsion of thirst and hunger.

"Me.me.me.they pu.punya ba..ba..many money.."mummed, staring from the shade of a tree in the field. Wait for the children who are playing with thirst, buy back the ice candles.

Little Tomy smiled, looking at her age who played with her parents. Or just picked up his mother for playing too long. The boy was stunned silent, What if I come home late mom will pick me up? What if I don't come home dad will look for me.

It was almost dark, the ice candles he sold had been exhausted from earlier, no matter what he was waiting for. The last child to play in the park was seen crying when his parents picked him up just to remind him to eat and take a bath.

"If you're a good boy, take a bath and eat on time, I'll take you to the zoo." said the father carrying his son on his sturdy back.

"Bas mischievous, at this hour has not come home, the mother has cooked fried chicken and pudding.." the mother ruffled the child's hair on her husband's back, anxious.

A happy child... Tomy gave up, took two large empty flasks. It turned out that he was the only child that was not picked up by his parents.

Painful testing, the two empty flasks were returned to the shopkeeper. With his trading money.

As usual, 10,000 rupiah money was given to Tomy along with two packs of rice he took from the rest of his rice at home.

"Te..te.." Tomy's words were cut off.

"Don't say thank you!! Tired I heard te...te.te!! Your voice is like a broken cassette!! Go there!!" snapped it.

Tomy smiled, even though the 57-year-old grandfather had a spicy mouth. But, it is undeniable without the owner of the stall he does not know what to eat. Every month the charitable foundation will send him money, but the nominal and form of money is only known to his mother.

Some of the needs of the house that he bought, soap and detergent. That's all he can buy today. The rest of the money was put in a pottery piggy bank.

His face was smiling, staring at his mother eating the packaged rice he got from the stallkeeper. Food with her mother was her happiest moment. His mother's mouth that often speaks cynically will be covered by food. But still sitting next to him.

Family warmth? That's something he never felt.

***

Today her mother's body shivered, but her body was hot.

"I.i.i..mom." she said worriedly, taking water and a small towel to compress her mother.

The mother pushed him, until the basin of water she was carrying fell, soiling the floor and her clothes, "Find your father!! Ask him for a lot of money!! To get my mother healed!!" snapped it.

Tomy did not reply just bowed down, getting up started walking out. Step by step out of the alley. 11-year-old out of the house at 9 p.m? That's what Tomy did until he reached his father's mansion which was quite far away.

Maybe about half-time at 12 p.m., his little feet just arrived. Tomy hesitantly pressed the big house bell.

The gate was opened to security after several tens of minutes. Her dad? This time the man sat in the living room, still dressed in sleeping clothes as if waiting for his previously reported arrival of security.

"A..dad a.a.a..ku.." Tomy's words stopped, a brown envelope on his father's throw. Along with a green map with stamped documents attached on it.

"The money's for you, but sign it." he said cynically.

11-year-old Tomy did not quite understand the agreement before her. Can only read it at a glance.

"The answer is, we have no connection despite having a blood relationship. Don't ever expect one day to take away my children's possessions." she continued, staring hatefully.

The son of the serpent is the serpent, perhaps that is the presumption of the man before him. Disgusted at the stuttering child before her, the child who came from a cunning night woman, who was bedding many men.

Seizing my children's treasure? Then he's not his father's son? Why am I different from my other brothers. His hands trembled reaching for the ballpoint pen, signing the letter.

"Take money!! Don't come here again." said the man smiling.

"B..b...b..can a..a...me me...me...have ay. Se...once sa...saja.." he asked.

"No, don't dramatize, go home." the man scrunched his forehead.

Tomy took an envelope full of money, walked a few steps, until the voice of a child more mature than a year from him was heard.

"Dad," the boy rubbed his eyes just woke up from his sleep.

"Father's son why is he awake, it's still night" the man rose up carrying the child, climbing the stairs.

"I have to." he said.

Tomy hugged the money she got from her father. Sick? Of course, was it because he was stuttering? Is it because he's something the child says outside of marriage? The family? Something he doesn't have.

If I can ask, I don't want to be born in this world. A reason? Because I was not born like a child. I was the only one who troubled my parents....

Not a single tear was dripping down his eye pelvis. Just a feeling of tightness.

His small steps started to again walk out the big gate. The security can only look at pity, one of the children who should be his master live long ago.

The child's leg was injured on a gravel path. His broken sandal strap was carried in his hand. Until 2 a.m., the smiling child opened the door of his mother's room, bringing two packs of chicken porridge.

"I.i.... mother." she said carrying two spoons and a bowl of melamine.

The woman woke up, the heat had already started to drop by itself.

"Ma. eat..." Tomy smiled and began to try to feed her mother.

However, the woman's lips were still bitter, shaking off the hand of Tomy holding the chicken porridge, until the warm porridge fell.

"I..mother i..i...want a...what?" tanyakanya.

"Money!! You got no money from your father!?" snapped it.

"Da.can, i.i..ibu bi..can ju...sale sem..sem...sembako, ja...jangan mem....bring pa...paman ti.ti... not in.known la.again. Ta..ta.but ay..ayah.." Tomy's words are interrupted.

"Good, that means you've been recognized by your father," for the first time his mother smiled at him. Although, just to grab a big envelope containing money in Tomy's hands.

However, the most beautiful thing he saw from birth, could make a drop of his tears flow.

The boy began to smile, wiping his tears, massaging his mother's feet, hoping the only person who admitted it would soon be healed.

***

The morning sun entered the crevice of the leaking zinc roof. Tomy blinked her eyes a little glare. The bed in front of him was empty. Last night the boy kept his mother until she finally fell asleep in the bedside chair of his mother.

"I.i..mom.." she called, several times around the empty house. Until he realized something, all the clothes in his mother's closet disappeared. The money his father gave him? Of course, he disappeared with his mother.

A message is written on a piece of paper...

'Tomy I can't afford to have a troublesome child like you anymore. Go home to your father's house'

That was the message from her mother. Troublesome? Tomy chuckled softly, Am I a troublesome child? When I get thirsty in the middle of the night, I have to draw water to drink. No one made me a hot drink. When I was sick, I drank a lot of water, eating from the neighbors. I never cooked for me. Am I troublesome...

***

The money given by the foundation was received by Tomy himself. The boy, looking for the address of the Singapore foundation. Staying in the foundation was her choice, asking for mercy in order to stay there.

Stutterers? Tomy stuttered due to the scorn, trauma, which he experienced prolonged. Slowly the child began to speak fluently, assisted by the people in the foundation. Cleaning the foundation he did so willingly, as his gratitude.

"What are you doing?" a foundation employee asked him.

"Make a paper crane" he replied, now 16 years old.

"For what?" ask the foundation staff.

"My last prayer for them. After this the foundation will be closed and the foundation owners back to Singapore right?" the question was answered with a nod by the foundation's employees, "There is a mythology that if you fold 1000 pieces of paper stork one request will be granted. I want to make 3,000 pieces, 1,000 for my father, 1,000 for my mother, 1,000 for the kindest brother who ever helped me." he continued.

"But are you coming to Singapore? What if your parents are looking for you?" ask the owner of the foundation.

"Nobody will remember me but you." he said with his fingers still folding origami paper.

***

A few months later...

Tomy put three packages along with three accompanying letters. Mother's address? two years ago her mother became a model newcomer, taking care of herself and paying for her career using her son's money. He married a wealthy widower who was already old.

On the day of his departure with some people from the foundation, the boy grinned at the glass window of the plane. It was exhausting enough for him, it was probably his best, his parents looked happy in his absence.

***

Plaque...

"When you are more mature!! It'll be the final exam soon, but the school's getting you out!!" a man snaps at one of his children.

"Egoo father!! We are rich, without me to learn.." The 18-year-old was slapped again, a not so painful slap, not using his strength.

The child stared cynically, took the car keys, walked towards the parking lot. The sound of cars leaving the house began to sound.

"Sorry sir there's a package.." a security man brought a big box. The man sat down, slowly opening it, looking a large amount of crane-shaped origami, with a letter.

'Happy birthday, can I call you Dad? Anyway, I took my dad's money and signed the papers,'

'There is a myth that if you can fold a thousand origami storks, one request will be granted. I can't take care of you, so I just want you to stay healthy and live a long life. Ilove you...'

'That used to be your son, Tomy....'

The man began to smile, even himself forgetting his birthday. But the child he thought was dirty, remembered him.

His body was leaning against the sofa, recalling his torn stuttering son's clothes with many traces of stitches. The school bag is almost broken, a lot of rusty buttons that perch there. Her son's shabby appearance was five years ago, when he was repeatedly evicted.

Even came midnight on foot, asking for his embrace. A request that the man does not ignore.

"Is the kid okay?" ask the security.

"Sorry sir, who?" the security asked back.

"Tomy, my son who has difficulty speaking." she replied.

"I don't know the address, but he used to walk here a lot. As I chased him away, there was a slight bruise on his hand. Perhaps the mother who cared for him did not treat him well." the security explained his prejudice 5 years ago.

"I'm going to his house" the man took the phonecell in his pocket, contacted the detective.

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...... Angels can be born with any appearance, can be born from the womb of anyone. Perfectly? Do angels always look perfect? No, their love is perfect, no matter how their outer fingers look, no matter how they talk or walk. Their love proves that they are angels, sent by God to touch your heart and guide you......

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