DrangMai turned scared and more scared as she thought about what her son
had just said it’ s too strange to her and she couldn’t understand why her son
said that. Then, she turned to LingNgoa and said:
“My son... I ever heard bout Giông a handsome and talent man but I have
never met him, have never talked to him. So, how can you be his son?”
Then, DrangMai continued talking she talked to herself.
“My God! Will not find out any child who like him in this world. He must
be offspring of God insight and powerful”.
Meanwhile, LinhNgoa was in midair he was flying “Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!”.
In BrâuAtâuSơlang’s village, BiaVai’s son also behaved like that. Just
three days old, skin till red, bones still soft, RơNung said and did strange
things.
“Mom! Do you have knife and shield? If you have, give them to me. I have
to go and find my father”, said RơNung.
“Oh my son”, BiaVai replied her son, looking at him gently, “I’m a woman
and a woman has no knife and shield. And besides, you don’t have father because
I don’t have husband. You can not find him, my son”.
“You lie…lie me”, said RơNung, “I have father and my father is Giông. My
name, RơNung is the name he gave me”.
Then, RơNung grabbed the knife his mother used to cut vegetable and the
basket his mother used to contain vegetable and set off. He flew up sky.
“Buzz!Buzz!Buzz!”, he flew away.
Though she loved him very much but BiaVai couldn’t do much she stood
still watching her son go away. Her son’s just three days old BiaVai knew that
it’s so dangerous for him to leave. But, then BiaVai changed her mind. She
thought:
“My son is extraordinary child. From the old days to now, no one has ever
seen any child like him three days old daring to leave mother to find father.
Besides, he can fly. He must be talent and powerfull child”. Then, BiaVai
talked to herself. “I ever heard about Giông, a talent powerfull and handsome
man but I have never seen him, have never talked to him. Why can he be my son’s
father? I don’t understand what he talk. Of course, he must be offspring of
God…”
LingNgoa was on the way finding his father. He had gone away his house. Then,
he met RơNung on the way.
“Hey you! Where are you going?”, LingNgoa asked RơNung.
“I am on the way finding my father, Giông. And you? Where are you
going?”, said RơNung.
“I am on the way finding my father, Giông”, answered LingNgoa.
“Giông is my father. Why do you dare to say he is your father?”, said
RơNung.
“Giông is my father , not your father”, roared LingNgoa immediately.
Then, they quarreled. No one admitted Giông was father of the other. For
a long time, at last, they stopped.
“We will not have the end if they continue quarreling so I and you had
better fight. If anyone of us win, Giông will be his father and the other have
to admit.”, said LingNgoa.
“Right”, said RơNung, “let’s start. The person who win is Giông’s son and
the other is not”.
As soon as, LingNgoa and RơNung dived into the other. They fought. As like
the fighting of their father, their fighting was also fierce. They punched,
kicked, wrestled, burked the other. They fought whole daytime and nighttime
they didn’t rest. Their fighting was both in sky and water. Sometime LingNgoa
fell RơNung down but sometime he also was fell down. Day and day got passed,
their fighting seemed not to stop…
Meanwhile, Giông was fighting against AtauYangBul upon highest clouds, he
looked down and LingNgoa and RơNung wrestling on ground. Giông had known why
the children fought.
“Hey! You two. Why do the children like you fight violently?”, Giông
asked them.
“Oh uncle, the stranger! We fight because of the thing we argue. I say I am
Giông’s son but he also say he is Giông’s son. So we fight and the winner is
Giông’s son while the loser is not”, they said together.
“Stop! Don’t do that. You both have same father, Giông. You are bothers
and I’m Giông, GiôngTuKrongVongKrem, your father. I have to wives. One is
DrangMai and the other is BiaVai. LingNgao, you was born early, you older
brother and RơNung, you younger brother.”
Then, Giông hugged RơNung on his chest and brought LingNgoa on his back. He
cuddled his sons and turned back his fighting.
“You both have to love your brother”, said Giông, “if you want to fight,
you can follow me fighting against AtauYangBul or you can help your uncles, GiỡTuKrong,
DamPhan, GiỡHreng, MaKlen, MaJong fighting against BokKiekLaDiaKlaKong. Giông
and his sons, now, was where GiỡTuKrong, DamPhan, GiỡHreng, MaKlen, MaJong
fighting against BokKiekLaDiaKlaKong. LingNgoa and RơNung left their father.
They asked their uncles to take a break they wanted to fight to BokKiekLaDiaKlaKong.
“Uncle GiỡTuKrong, Uncle DamPhan, Uncle GiỡHreng, Uncle MaKlen and Uncle
MaJong. Let them to us. We will fight to them BokKiekLaDiaKlaKong and AtauYangBul”,
they said.
Then, they grabbed their knives and shields, jumped out and challenged BokKiekLaDiaKlaKong
and AtauYangBul. They talked to their competitors powerfull words.
“I’m LingNgoa. I’m RơNung. Thought we was just born, do you ever hear about
our names LingNgoa and RơNung, talent powerfull children”, they said.
They both grabbed their baskets, swung their knives and challenged BokKiekLaDiaKlaKong
and AtauYangBul.
“Come on! Come on! BokKiekLaDiaKlaKong, AtauYangBul, you both come here
and fight to us”, they challenged.
BokKiekLaDiaKlaKong who hairy with gigantic body was sitting on ground
looking LingNgoa and RơNung who were swanging their knives gently, no scare. They
both considered people like BokKiekLaDiaKlaKong, AtauYangBul nothing.
BokKiekLaDiaKlaKong muttered:
“God! They are terrible. Giông and his brothers and including the
children, his sons are terrible. Maybe, I will lose my head and the people who
do that may be the new born children”.
Then, BokKiekLaDiaKlaKong, LingNgoa and RơNung started fighting. They punched,
kicked, wrestled, burked and swung their knives toward others. No one gave up
and no one took a rest they fought whole daytime and nighttime. Sometime,
LingNgoa and RơNung fell BokKiekLaDiaKlaKong down and sometime, they were fell
down…
They also fought against AtauYangBul but they couldn’t see AtauYangBul’s
real body. They only chased after and cut AtauYangBul’s shadow. Without resting,
they run after the shadow of AtauYangBul and tried to cut it till they both
felt tired and hungry. They really felt hungry but still didn’t get win. So,
they asked their father and uncles for a help.
“Uncle GiỡTuKrong, Uncle DamPhan, Uncle GiỡHreng, Uncle MaKlen and Uncle
MaJong. We feel hungry. We want to come back home and get our milk. Uncles, we
all help us for a while fighting against BokKiekLaDiaKlaKong, AtauYangBul. We’ll
back soon”.
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