TRIBAL SABUNG
Chapter 2. - Bag Orphanage. 2 - 2

Foundation Orphanage Bakung name, an old building with two floors of wood brown, from the top to the right side covered with vine vine. All rooms, rooms and hallways are always clean and tidy. This foundation is located in a village located on one of the large islands of western Indonesia, you can call it Tang-urang Village.

On the right side there is a shady tree, one of the large branches there are two swings made of rope and used car tires. The building is surrounded by wooden fences as tall as the waist of adults and dense trees. A beautiful view, peaceful, and warm impressed.

The children living in this Foundation do not know their parents. Living and growing up together, each year their brothers increased, also reduced. If you are lucky to be born with the genetic genes of a Tribe, then middle-class people will adopt you. Being their child, being schooled high, and being proud of having strength. While if not, usually they will wander when they reach adulthood.

“This time I will definitely be adopted by the most influential person in the world Inter-Tribe!”

Nyoman nagged while washing the dishes, the foams looked high, there was one attached to her nose.

“I no longer need to wash dishes, or cook, or wash clothes!”

“I doubt anyone would adopt you, Nyoman.” Yatna replied without stopping the movement of the hand that was cutting vegetables.

“Who can bear to hear your mouth?”

“Do you have no mirror in your room, Na?” Nyoman snorted violently, not accepting. “If you don't have one, borrow it from Sky!”

Feeling called out, the blue-eyed boy who was busy sweeping his head. Suddenly a five-year-old boy hugged his feet, laughed crisply.then he pulled his quarter pants, then ran to pick up the bowl from the table. The sky immediately put a broom and chased the little boy.

“Owen! Owen! Owen!” call Sky while chasing, about to take back the glass bowl from Owen's hand.

“Be careful,” he said after successfully seizing the glass bowl. Owen laughed, jumped up and down and ran again to get a broom.

“Owen!” The sky again.

Nyoman and Yatna looked at the two of them with two different expressions. Laughing and annoyed.

“Hei, Sky! you better get them to play outside. I don't want to have to clean up their mess!” nyoman grumbled.

“But hu-punishment?” asked Sky after successfully capturing Owen. The five-year-old laughed crisply in his car.

“HAD, JUST TAKE THOSE BOYS OUT!!” nyoman shouted impatiently.

Yatna frowned, she then hit Nyoman's back forcefully made the boy complain and glare at her. The little girl was not afraid, instead glared back, ready to defend her friend.

“Don't do it, Nyoman! can't you speak slowly?” Yatna started nagging, “I aduin you same Salsa Tea!”

“Ah! you're just playing the complaint! what is my fault?!”

“You can talk well. Like, ‘Sky, it's okay, here already there I, Yatna, Bill and Bong.’ so!” Yatna said as if she were Nyoman.

“No need to shout, do you think this is in the forest?!”

Nyoman looked at Yatna Jeri, more precisely at the kitchen knife in the girl's hand. Two threats at once were given making him speechless. The sky sighed softly, he then took Owen and also Opie - the girls who had been silently watching - to go upstairs, play a swing.

The sky began to push out swings made of rope and car tires. Fortunately this afternoon not many children played in the yard, some have had a nap. So that Owen and Opie can play cheerfully without the need to fight and fight each other.

“Sky,” Salsa calling from a distance.

He walked over and gave her a small notebook and pen, slightly dirty by the ground, but still usable. It belonged to the Sky that Nyoman and her friends captured.

“I found it when I came back from the village chief's house.”

The sky immediately picked it up, smiling widely. “Thank you, Salsa Tea.”

“It's late afternoon, it's time we go home and have dinner.”

The young woman stopped the swing and held Opie, while Owen clasped the hand of Heaven. The four of them entered and locked the door. A room is quite spacious, with the impression of old age felt when entering the middle room. In the middle of the room there are three dull white sofas, the walls are gray with thin tendrils. On some sides there is an old table with teak wood, also ornamental plants. The central room is often used as a gathering place.

Salsa lowered Opie, “You go first to the dining room. Tetuh needs to see Aunt Tun before joining.”

The sky nodded, he immediately held Opie with his free hand. Then the three of them headed towards the right hallway, towards the dining room and kitchen which were merged into one room. Salsa immediately went to the left side, to the office space of the Director of the Foundation, Bibi Tun, to report on the results of the meeting he attended this afternoon in the Village Hall.

The dining room seemed crowded with twenty children, ten children under the age of ten, five toddlers, and five teenagers. In the middle of the room there are three long tables side by side, the children help each other prepare dinner. From the direction of the kitchen, Sky saw Yatna and Nyoman busy pushing a trolley full of food.

“If only the foundation has more money to buy advanced trolley from Capital.”

It was Nyoman's voice, starting to complain while pushing the silver trolley towards the long table. “I don't need to push this heavy trolley, no need also put a lot of food on the table.”

“If everyone uses technology, I'm sure the kids will be slackers like you.” Yatna commented, she started putting food on the table.

“Technology makes easy, everything instantaneous, isn't that good? slacker is a person's innate nature, if basically lazy, yes lazy! don't even look for justification and blame technology!”

The sky laughed softly at Nyoman's defense, he then approached and helped them arrange the food on the table.

“Ki-we need a lot of money to buy tech. I don't have the heart with Aunt Tun.”

“Wah, look! Sky talk more than two syllables.” Nyoman smiled obliquely, then complained when her head was on Yatna's cloth.

“True Sky, lucky Aunt Tun is a wise and responsible person. Didn't you read the news? not a few owners of orphanages corruption fund children's compensation orphanage. Letting children starve, and not getting a decent life. Unlike those of us who still live in good places like this, eating three meals a day, wearing clean clothes, can even learn to read and count. We should be grateful a lot, Nyoman.”

Yatna turned around after putting down the food, she grinned widely. “If you want more technology, then diligently help in the fields so that our crops are abundant and get a lot of money.”

“I don't like dirty-dirt!” Nyoman shook her head in horror imagining her body filled with mud.

“After I was adopted by a rich man and became a champion, I will make sure to be the biggest donor for this foundation.”

Yatna rolled her eyeballs off guard, “Ya, yes, that's why you have to get sick first before having fun then. Work in the fields while waiting for your adoptive parents to come.”

Nyoman glared in annoyance, she shouted furiously. Yatna and Sky closed their ears while laughing. When Salsa appeared with an old woman with a simple brown kebaya. The originally boisterous dining room turned silent. Then in unison they greeted two important women in the parlour.

“Good afternoon, Aunt Tun, Salsa Tea!”

Aunt Tun smiled brightly, her face was warm and she looked young even though the fine lines around her eyes were clearly visible. He waved his hand, gesturing for the children to sit down. The orphanage children immediately complied, one minute apart, they were already sitting neatly around the dining table.

“Before we enjoy dinner today, there are two things Auntie needs to tell you all.” Aunt Tun was silent for a moment, presumably this news was quite reluctant to convey.

“First, there is news that a mutated pig bagong has destroyed some land. Until the beast is defeated, you are forbidden to go too far from home, no one is allowed to go to the western forest, even if it is only the border.”

The sound of the children being shocked, also anxious started to make the dining room turn noisy. They whispered to each other their anxieties and fears. Salsa immediately tried to calm the children.

“The village chief asked the village youths to gather to hunt the beast, and he also asked some of the orphanage children with powers to help.”

Aunt Tun's last words made the dining room even more boisterous. Some of them seem enthusiastic, some are anxious, and also afraid. Nyoman smiled broadly, even clenching her hands. Yatna looked unsettled and glanced at the Sky, the blue-eyed boy looked calmly paying attention to Aunt Tun.

Continues…