Dodong stood in the sweltering noon heat, sweating profusely, so that his camiseta was damp. He was still as a tree and his thoughts were confused. His mother had told him not to leave the house, but he had left.
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Teang was giving birth in the house. She gave screams that chilled his blood. He did not want her to scream like that, he seemed to be rebuking her.
Why is Teang so loud while giving birth when other women won’t even cry?
Suddenly he felt terribly embarrassed as he looked at her. Somehow, he was ashamed to his mother of his youthful paternity.
It's a boy!
I do not want to come up. I am scared.
Come up to the house and meet them.
Dodong traced tremulous steps on the dry parched yard. He ascended the bamboo steps slowly. His heart pounded mercilessly in him.
His father led him into the small sawali room.
The hilot was wrapping the child, Dodong heard it cry. The thin voice pierced him queerly. He could not control the swelling of happiness in him.
Many more children came. For six successive years a new child came along.