TRIBAL SABUNG
Chapters. 11 - A Pair of Pair Bag. 1 - the
The middle room of the Bakung Orphanage Foundation this afternoon is more crowded than usual. Salsa had been busy since eleven o'clock arranging overzealous children. But he could not blame them, considering that today was an important day for the children. They will be the arrival of a couple from the city of Joekarta to adopt one of the dozens of children's parlors.
The children will welcome their arrival in the living room. Lined neatly with clean and fragrant clothes. After that they will have lunch together, let the husband and wife mingle and talk with the children.
After that, Salsa will take the two of them to Aunt Tun's study. There they will listen to the husband and wife's request. They also have prepared documents about the children of the orphanage to be checked. Hopefully it can make it easier for a pair of couples to find their prospective children.
“Teh Salsa! A trick! Tetehhhhh!”
The crisp and noisy voice was clearly Nyoman's. After a few weeks the skinny boy calmed down. Why must today his annoying behavior appear? Salsa, who was tired of preparing everything, immediately turned around to look for the origin of Nyoman's voice.
From the terrace, Nyoman ran in a hurry. His face was pale and anxious, while tugging at the tip of Salsa's kebaya shirt, he pointed outwards.
“Ceet, Tea! Sky fainted outside!”
“What's right you?!” salsa chocolate beads rounded in shock.
“Truly, Tea! it's there help bopong Langit outside.”
Without much time, Salsa immediately ran towards the outside of the parlour. On the porch the young lady saw the fainted Sky in the arms of a middle-aged woman. The woman had reddish-brown hair with black eyes and a warm smile was approaching. Next to him stood the middle-aged man, his hair black with some gray hair on the right left near the temple. His eyes were sharp with resolute jaws and a body shape like an army.
“Jeez, Sky!” Salsa immediately approached with an anxious face.
The woman who hugged the Sky smiled faintly. “Let's just relax, this kid is sleeping. I used the power of recovery and relaxed him. Looks like he's been hit by a panic attack.”
“Pa-Panic attack?” Salsa parroted in disbelief.
All this time Heaven never showed that he had such a mental disorder. This child is always smiling, calm, and looks more mature than his peers. Could this be a side effect after the hunting incident three weeks ago?
“Ah! I-I'm sorry and thank you very much, ma'am. Introduce me Salsa, the caretaker of the Daffodils. Come on in, ah! let me just carry the Sky.”
The woman shook her head, her warm smile still looked beautiful. “Let me carry it. Just tell me where the room is.”
“Ta-but, Nyonya–”
“It's okay, just drop us off, Miss Salsa.” A man in a black suit and probably in his thirties said.
That man was probably the bodyguard of a couple. Seeing the gaze of the man was also from the husband and wife in front of him. Finally Salsa complied, she escorted them to the Sky room.
“Do you like it, Honey?” the husband asked while watching his wife.
The wife was silent for a moment while looking at the sleeping face of Heaven. “He's like a pigeon, I almost thought he'd fly freely into the sky.”
“You know the purpose we came here,” her husband reminded. “We need an heir who has the possibility of awakening the Blood Tribe.”
“We can adopt two people,” the wife chuckles slowly.
The husband looked at her dislikefully but did not argue. After they arrived at the door of the Sky room. Salsa opened it, and tidied up the bed located at the end near the window.
Carefully the middle-aged woman put Heaven to sleep. His wiggly hand pulled the blanket over and enveloped the black-haired boy. For a moment he fell silent, sat on the edge of the bed, then gently rubbed Heaven's hair and kissed her forehead. As he was about to move, his tail was drawn to a fairy tale book beside a pillow.
“Si Bitter Tongue?” muttered, “Even our tastes are the same, Nak.”
“Master and Mistress, let me take you to the living room.” Salsa said as she lowered her head briefly and directed her hand towards the exit.
They left the room and let the sky sleep. Salsa drove to the living room where the children were lined up ready to welcome. When the couple arrived, the bustling sounds sounded in unison.
The middle-aged woman who first returned the greetings of children. He smiled amiably and even knelt down to hug the youngest child in the parlour, Owen.
“Halo kids, how are you all doing?”
“Good Aunt!” answer the children in unison.
“If you don't mind, how about we have lunch together?” The woman asked again in a friendly tone.
They all headed for the dining room, where there were three long tables that had been united into one large and spacious table. On it are available many types of food that have been prepared by the children of the orphanage to welcome the couple.
“Come the kids sit up neatly!” Salsa exclaimed and without much fuss, they all immediately took their place neatly.
“Kids here are smart all, well!” praise the middle-aged woman. “Oh, Sorry to introduce myself late. Aunty's name, Fuji and this is Om Regi. Greetings to everyone!”
“Salam also knows Aunt Fuji and Om Regi!”
After a short introductory event, they all enjoyed lunch while having a light chat. The one who interacts more with children is Fuji. Her husband, Regi prefers to be quiet even though he occasionally answers questions from home children. Meanwhile, their aide stood swiftly at the kitchen door.
After chatting, Fuji asked the children for permission to resign. It was time for them to meet with the Director of the Foundation. Aunt Tun also happened to have just returned home from the village hall and was in her office now.
Aunt Tun, Salsa, Fuji and Regi sat facing each other in Aunt Tun's office room. On the table there are already several files containing the profile of each child in the home.
Regi read the file carefully and seriously. This was an important part of why he came all the way to the west and the countryside like this. All that he did to find the child who would be his heir. While his wife only took a quick look and commented on some of the children he thought were adorable. After almost twenty minutes, Regi finally put the file on the table.
“Two teenagers and two ten-year-olds. Just four and all men.” Regi said while holding his chin. “I'd rather if they were small, it's easier to be educated and organized.”
“Then the choice is Nyoman and Langit.” Aunt Tun separated the papers containing the profiles of the two children.
“It just so happens that they also have hunting experience. Three weeks ago they managed to defeat the King of the Forest, the mutated pig bagong.”
Fuji gasps in disbelief, “Is that true? they managed to defeat him with such a small body?”
“Not only the two of them, Basuki and Tio have more experience. But unfortunately Tio got a pretty fatal wound.” This time it was Salsa who spoke and her tone slightly cheered at the end.
“Ah, child in wheelchair.” Fuji recalled one of the teenagers with fair yellow skin who looked cheerful, despite bearing a disability status. “What a shame his fate.”
“Who gave the final attack on the boar?” Regi asked curiously.
Aunty Tun shook her head slowly, “The final attack was carried out with the cooperation of children cornering the pig into a trench.”
Regi fell silent, petrified to make a decision. It just so happened that he had met the two children. Nyoman is an energetic child, though thin but her aiming ability cannot be doubted. According to the data, the range is 2 KM and never misses. He also has a dream of becoming a World Tribal Cup champion. The boy had the same goal as her.
The other child, the sky. She looks healthier than Nyoman. The child has panic disorder, one of the weaknesses that can backfire on him. For ability, Regi quite likes it because this boy has some good aspects to be a close combatant.
“Hm..., the best choice did choose Nyoman.” Regi finally said after a long silence.
“Eh, why not choose Sky, dear?” Fuji expressed his objection. He was already happy when Sky was on the list of talented children.
“Nyoman has the same purpose as us. He wants to be the winner of the World Tribal Cup Tournament. His martial ability is still lousy, but no problem, we can train him. If his abilities were to develop rapidly, he would at least have two cards in his pocket while waiting for the awakening of the Blood Tribe.”
Continues…