At last, Giông decided to stand outside. He peed on one mango and
started he muttered:
“God! If I’m the person who talent and powerful as like a son of God, I
will throw this mango into the millstone DrangMai use everyday. Whole night she
will not able to sleep. She will feel like to eat mangoes. She will find and find
out this mango and enjoy it. After that she will be pregnant and enough time
she will give birth to a son, my son and his name will be LingNgoa”.
Giông threw that mango. It flew highly and dropped right in DrangMai’s millstone.
That night, DrangMai couldn’t sleep her brain only thought about eating
mango. She sat up and turned to her mother.
“I can’t sleep mom”, she said, “I don’t know why but I really really
wanna eat mangoes. Tomorrow, Can you go to forest and pick mangoes for me mom”.
That thing’s strange what DrangMai said.
“You are mad, aren’t you?”, asked her mother, “It's November now. How can
we find a mango in this time. Lie dow and try to sleep. Tomorrow, I will go in
forest and find something sour it will help you a little”.
But DrangMai couldn’t sleep she rolled on her bed whole night with
thinking about mangoes. Whenever she closed her eyes, mangoes appeared in her
mind. Early morning, when roosters started crowed, DrangMai get up and as usual
she found the way to her millstone to do her daily work and surprisingly she
found a mango was in her millstone.
“Mom, I am so lucky”, yelled happily DrangMai, “I find it …in our
millstone. Tonight, a bird must dropped it”.
“It’s strange how mangoes can appear in this time”, her mother wodered
while DrangMai went away finding a knife to cut it. Later, mango pieces was on
a dish. DrangMai brought the dish back. She also had some salt to eat with
those.
“Omg! It’s delicious”, DrangMai yelled, “Do you want some pieces mom?”
“No. You keep eating. It’s only a mango for your appetite.” said her
mother.
DrangMai kept eating she also didn’t forget to give praises to the mango.
Meantime, Giông was on the way to BiaVai’ village and this place was also
BrâuAtâuSơlang’s village. BiaVai was also a girl talent and beautiful as like
DrangMai that was thing Giông heard from others. Giông kept going, whole
daytime and nighttime. He didn’t stop to rest. When he arrived it’s too late
everyone had turned off lamps and slept. Giông wanted to go in but he scared
that people thought he went to annoy them. So, he stayed outside and did what
he had done when he came to DrangMai’s village.
He peed on one mangoes and started he muttered:
“God! If I’m the person who talent and powerful as like a son of God, I
will throw this mango into the millstone BiaVai use everyday. Whole night she
will not able to sleep. She will feel like to eat mangoes. She will find and
find out this mango and enjoy it. After that she will be pregnant and enough
time she will give birth to a son, my son. His name will be RơNung”.
Giông throw that mango away. It flew highly and as like the mango before
it dropped right into BiaVai’s millstone.
It’s too late but BiaVai couldn’t sleep she sat up.
“Mom! It’s so strange”, she said, “I don’t know why but I really really
wanna eat mangoes. Tomorrow, Can you go to forest and help me pick mangoes, mom?
I really realy want them”.
“You are mad, aren’t you?”, said her mother, “it’s November now. How can
we find mangoes this time? Tomorrow, I will go but just find something sour
that will help your appetite a little”.
BiaVai pulled blanket over her head trying to sleep but whole that night
she couldn’t. whenever she shut her eyes, mangoes appeared in her mind.
Early moring, when roosters crowed, BiaVai woke up and as usual she
started her daily work. She found the way to her millstone and surprisingly she
found the mango was in her millstone.
“Mom!” she yelled, “I’m so lucky. I thought about magoes whole night and
now I find one here, in my millstone. A bird must drop it lastnight”.
Then BiaVai went away to find a knife and cut it. Later, she brought mango
pieces back then she eat.
“Wow! It’s delicous. Mom”, she said, “come here and try”
“Keep eating daughter. There is only one mango”, said her mother.
Giông found the way back his fighting after that. He continued to fight
to AtauYangBul. He foght whole daytime and nighttime. They didn’t stop to rest.
Meantime, GiỡTuKrong, DamPhan, GiỡHreng, MaKlen, MaJong fought against BokKiekLaDiaKlaKong.
Their fighting was also violent as like Giông and AtauYangBul’s fighting. No
one of them wanted to give up. BiaBơngBơh, BiaSơngLong, BiaSơdrăngMatAnar, the
beautiful girls still followed them they helped them cook delicious meal which
helped the men very much.
After eating the mangoes, both DrangMai and BiaVai felt strange their
bodies seemed not like normal days.
“Mom!”, said DrangMai, “I feel my body so strange it’s from the time I
ate the mango. It seems I am pregnant. I have never talk to any boys in
village, have never sleep in same bed with any men. I feel uncomfortable mom.
I’m sad. Why does the thing come to me?”
“Have you done anything when you follow others to forset to hunt and pick
up fruit?”, said her mother, “when you are in home I see you a lady’
Meanwhile, in BrâuAtâuSơlang’s village, BiaVai was also complaining with
her moher.
“Mom! It’s so strange. From the time I ate the mango, I feel tired and
uncomfortable it’s like I’m pregnant. He haven’t talked to any boys, haven’t
slept in same bed with any men. How can that thing come to me”, said BiaVai.
“Have you follow bad guys to go forest to hunt and pick up fruit? I have
planned to find a husband for you but I saw you didn’t like any guy. How are
you able to be pregnant?”, said her mother.
Months passed. DrangMai gave birth to a son and named him LingNgoa.
Meanwhile, BiaVai also gave to a son and she named him SơNung. Both DrangMai
and BaiVai felt ashamed. They and also others didn’t know why polite beautiful
girl like them could give birth to children without husbands.
LingNgoa was just three days old. His skin was still red and his bones
was still soft but he could say and what he said like oldsters knowledge. Then,
LingNgoa asked his mother.
“Mom! Do you have knife and shield?”, he said, “If you have, give them to
me. I have to go and find my father”.
“Omg!”, DrangMai exclaimed, “From the old days to now, no one have ever
seen the children like you. A child just three days old, red skin, soft bones,
small like rat but dare to bring a knife and shield and go to find your father.”
then she turned to her son.
“I am a woman and a woman doesn’t have knife and shield and you don’t
have father, son. You are a child I give birth without husband. You will not
able to find him. Besides, you was just three days old. You are to weak to go
anywhere” added DrangMai.
Then LingNgoa repled his mother.
“I don’t lie, mom. Why could I give birth with father? My father was
Giông. My name, LingNgoa’s also the name he gave me. Now I want to go and find
him”, said LingNgoa.
Then he took a vegetable-cutting-knife of his mother and a basket. He’s
ready to set off.
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