TRIBAL SABUNG
Chapter 3. - Bag Orphanage. 3 - 3

Salsa once again put her index finger in front of her mouth, gesturing the orphanage child to return to silence. The children said, the atmosphere calmed down again and Aunt Tun continued her words.

“Basuki.”

The fourteen-year-old boy with curly hair, dark-skinned, gave a brief nod when his name was called.

“Tio.”

Beside Basuki, a teenager of her age with fair complexion, feckless hair, and dark brown eyes raised a hand when called.

“Nyoman.”

Needless to see it must have known who the owner of the voice of the cheerful cry was. Aunt Tun then turned her gaze on the last child.

“And Sky,”

Two pairs of different-colored eyes were staring at each other. The ten-year-old blue-eyed boy smiled faintly, nodding, responding to that implied gaze. Aunt Tun sighed softly, her chest tight, but she tried to smile bitterly.

“The four of you go to the village hall tomorrow at dawn. Hopefully nothing bad happens and you guys are back healthy walafiat.”

The three boys nodded in listening, while Nyoman was still busy with yes-yes. Aunt Tun then clapped her hands, as if to mark the end of this conversation. Then he smiled widely, ready to continue the next news.

“Aibi sure, this second news will definitely be very encouraging.” The woman deliberately hung her words so that the attention of the children was on her.

“Next week we will the arrival of a pair of couples who want to add their family members.”

“REALLY?!” the voice came from Nyoman who was already standing while staring at Aunt Tun. “Are they influential people? are they rich?”

Aunt Tun let out a crisp laugh, Yatna had already pulled the edge of Nyoman's shirt, forcing her to sit back. The atmosphere of the dining room turned noisy, and was overwhelmed with enthusiasm. The children began to chatter, dreaming that this time they would get the parents they dreamed of for a long time.

Almost all children can't wait to meet their prospective parents, except the Sky.

The boy just kept quiet with a thin line of smiles. His eyes seemed unconcerned, he paid more attention to Owen beside him. Pinches gently the cheeks of the kingpin and chuckles slowly.

***

Eleven o'clock at night.

All the lights were turned off, the children fell asleep in their beds. However there was one empty mattress with the blanket blurred and almost fell to the floor. Towards the direction of the kitchen, a faint glimmer of light was visible. At the rectangular-shaped table, sat a fat-haired teenager. The boy looked down, staring at the reflection of his face on the warm milk surface.

“Kak Tio?”

Tio flinched and turned his head quickly before he heaved a sigh of relief after knowing who had come. He smiled warmly and told Sky to sit next to him.

“why haven't you slept, Sky? Tomorrow we have to leave early. Or are you nervous? so can't sleep?”

The sky shook slowly, “A-I ha-haus.”

“Ah! you want to drink warm milk?” Tio offered his glass, and was gladly received by the Sky.

The boy blew quietly before sipping it carefully. Tio smiled, anxious to see it. But his eyes light dimmed again. As if able to read Tio's uneasiness, the sky slowly pitched.

“All will be fine, Brother.”

Hearing the words of Heaven, it seemed to make Tio's heart calm. He stroked the top of his little sister's head slowly. Everyone in the foundation knew very well, if Sky had spoken clearly without stammering, then usually what he said came true. That is one of the unique abilities that the Sky has.

“Thank you, Sky. Tomorrow, you should be near me, I will take good care of you.”

“Well, now we have to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day!” Tio immediately moved up and brought the Sky back to his bed.

***

At exactly five in the morning, four boys were already preparing to head for the village hall. Aunt Tun, Tea Salsa and Yatna will drive them.Actually the little girl is already banned, but insists on coming along for worrying about her friends. Until finally Aunt Tun allowed it with a heavy sigh of Salsa who was forced to agree.

Arriving at the village hall, the atmosphere looks crowded. The women had been cooking since dawn, preparing food for those who were about to go hunting. While the men, busy preparing their weapons. On the right side of the hall was already filled with various kinds of pointed spears, swords, arrows and long barrel rifles.

Nyoman, who was already excited, was getting out of control when her eyes saw the rifle. His eyes twinkled, and began to whine asking to get a rifle as his weapon. Salsa tea had already started to rise in blood, telling the boy to shut up for a while and follow Aunt Tun to meet the village chief.

A man in his fifties approached Aunt Tun when she saw him coming. The body is short, slightly plump, with thin hair that starts to become full of gray hair. He wears a white peci and cocoa shirt and a black-and-white checkered sarong.

“You've come apparently, let's go in.”

“Hopefully we are not late for a meeting before the hunt, Mr. Parto.”

The man chuckled softly, “No, of course not. We still have time for breakfast together. Have you eaten the kids?” now her gray brown eyes turned on the children behind Aunt Tun.

the four boys shook their heads together. They were told not to eat breakfast because they would eat together at the village hall.

“Well, you can come eat with the others. Don't be shy, eat a lot. Only then do we get together, yeah!” Mr. Parto immediately escorted the parlor troupe to a long table in the front yard.

Shaped like a buffet, the children immediately queued with plates in each hand. One by one they scoop rice, side dishes, until crackers then take mineral water packaging glass.

The sky and Yatna took enough food, in contrast to Nyoman who was sitting next to them. The boy though thin, the portion of the meal can be for five people.

“I hope you don't trouble the others, because of a sudden stomach ache in the middle of the forest, Nyoman.” Yatna gave a subtle sneer as her eyes stared in horror at the mountainous contents of the plate.

“No going!” suhut Nyoman cuek and busy eating.

Finished eating together, the youths immediately called the four orphanage children to choose their weapons. Nyoman had already run over. His eyes sparkled enthusiastically, while the Sky seemed to be hesitatingly looking at the weapon in front of him.

“This PCP MONEL?!” the call came from Nyoman as she pointed at one of the rifles. “Not this made in kediri? well, there is also PCP Luger–eh, Luger or Ruger?- UWOO!! AIRFORCE CONDOR?! is this American? Oh my God this is locally made?!”

“Hahaha Nyoman really knows about rifles,” Basuki chuckled softly, he then took two long spears and weighed them. Try to grasp it and feel whether it fits in the hand or not.

While Tio was approaching the collection of arrow bows, he also needed some time to choose. And as for the Heavens, the boy was clearly not that interested, nor concerned with the weapons in front of him. He doesn't understand and doesn't like guns.

“You can't go empty-handed, Sky.” Yatna who was standing next to him reminded. “Select one, as a backup in case something happens.”

The sky nodded small, then turned its attention to the set of weapons, trying to choose.

After half an hour had passed, the four children finally chose their weapons. Nyoman chose a long-barreled black rifle with binoculars on it, the Airforce Condor. Basuki chose a spear with a length of 3 meters, made of iron and spear eyes made of metal. On the other hand Tio chose the ideal M131 lunxing arrow bow and light in black.

Yatna looked at the amazement of her three friends, then turned to the last heaven. The boy finally chose a bayonet dagger, similar to a machete, with a dark green color on the top.

Nyoman was holding back a laugh seeing her, from all kinds of cool weapons here, the Sky chose a dagger.

“Yes, you can slash the reeds while we hunt.” Nyoman taunted him while slashing the air demonstrating.

The sky was just an embarrassed smile while Yatna rolled her eyes off guard. Pak Parto's voice rang out from in front of the town hall, starting to call to gather. It seems like it's time for a strategy meeting before the hunt. The four children started running, gathered together and listened to the instructions of the village chief.

They'll be leaving soon, before the sun gets high. With each person carrying a backpack containing supplies and tools. They would all go to the western forest because according to the results of the surveillance, the pig was only going to come at night and the rest were in the forest. They plan to come to the nest, but before that will try to reduce the number of wild pigs so as not to interfere when dropping their king.

Continues…