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Sorry by Sisu Sugo (Shish Mmm)
The cold breeze of a winter afternoon whistled softly through the dusty paths of the village. The sun was tilting toward the west, its orange-red glow spreading across the leaves of the trees, as if someone had painted the sky with colors. On a small mound of earth sat six-year-old Sisu Sugo. The winter breeze gently caressed his fair face, and his sparkling green eyes gleamed like emeralds. His black hair swayed in the wind, tousled yet carrying an odd beauty. He looked so enchanting that it seemed as though he had stepped out of the pages of a fairy tale. He wore an old, loose shirt, torn in places, but Sisu paid no mind to such things. His little heart was brimming with the joy of play. In his hands, he held some dirt and dry leaves, carefully shaping them into a round ball of earth, as if it were a precious treasure. Each leaf was meticulously woven in, his tiny fingers dancing in the dirt. When the ball rolled across the ground, a sweet, innocent smile lit up his face, as if his entire world was wrapped in this simple game.
Suddenly, a voice whispered from behind, “Boo!” The sound seemed to tear through the air. Sisu jumped in fright, his heart pounding. The earthen ball slipped from his hands, crumbling into pieces on the ground. He quickly turned around, his green eyes a mix of fear and curiosity. Standing there was Meera, a little girl his age. Her gray hair fluttered in the breeze, like wisps of clouds tangled around her head. Her fair face glowed, and her large, black eyes sparkled with mischief. Her smile was so captivating that anyone who saw her would be enchanted. Meera burst into laughter, her melodious giggle so loud it sent the nearby birds fluttering from the trees. But in her playful mischief, she accidentally nudged Sisu, and the carefully crafted earthen ball shattered into pieces on the ground.
Tears welled up in Sisu’s eyes. A small storm seemed to rage in his little heart. In a trembling voice, he said, “Meera, can’t you come quietly? You broke my ball! I made it with so much care…” His voice carried pain, but it was laced with an immense love for his friend.
Meera was still laughing, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, Sisu Sugo, it’s so much fun to scare you! And when you talk while holding back tears, your voice sounds so sweet, like a bird singing!” She giggled, stepping closer to Sisu and gently shaking his hand. “Come on, don’t be mad. We’ll make another one, okay?”
Meera was the only daughter of the village’s landlord. Her life was filled with comfort, but her heart was pure and innocent. She loved to play pranks on everyone, but her laughter and mischief had a strange magic that drew people to her. Sisu was her dearest friend. The two were like each other’s shadows. Meera sat beside Sisu, picking up some dirt. “Come, let’s make another one together. I won’t break it this time, I promise!” Her eyes held a warmth, as if she wanted to erase Sisu’s sadness.
Together, they began crafting another earthen ball. Their small hands danced in the dirt, the dry leaves becoming their playmates. Under the shade of the tree, they ran around, tossing dry leaves at each other. Their laughter filled the quiet winter afternoon, as if the entire village was caught up in their joy. Sisu’s green eyes and Meera’s black eyes met with smiles, bound by an unbreakable bond that no class or wealth could touch.
As the sun began to sink behind the hills, the sky was painted with a reddish-orange hue. Meera suddenly stopped. A flicker of worry crossed her eyes. “Sisu Sugo, it’s getting late. I have to go home, or my parents will scold me.” Her voice held affection, but it was tinged with the shadow of her household’s strict rules.
Sisu’s face fell. His little heart felt an empty space forming. “I don’t want to go home, Meera. I want to play with you more.” His voice carried a longing, as if the moments spent with Meera were the most precious treasures of his life.
Meera smiled sweetly, her smile warming the cold winter air. “If I don’t go now, my father won’t let me play with you anymore. He’s already said I shouldn’t play with you because you’re poor. But I don’t care about that!” Her voice held defiance, a spark of rebellion. “We’ll play again tomorrow, okay? I’ll come to play with you every day, Sisu Sugo.” Her eyes carried a promise, as if she would never let her friend down.
Sisu gave a small smile, a glimmer of hope shining in his green eyes. “Okay. But you have to come tomorrow, promise!”
Meera laughed and took his hand. “I promise, silly!” Her smile was so radiant that even the dull winter afternoon seemed to light up.
They set off toward home. Their small footprints marked the dusty village path, their laughter and chatter floating in the air. At the three-way junction, they parted ways. Meera waved goodbye to Sisu, her gray hair fluttering as she headed toward her home. Sisu watched her until her small figure vanished into the distance. Then he turned toward his own home, Meera’s smile and promise sparkling in his heart.
But as he walked, Sisu’s sharp ears caught faint whispers. He glanced back. At the junction, a few men stood like shadows, staring at them and murmuring. Their eyes held a sinister glint, as if they were predators and Sisu and Meera were their prey. One voice drifted over, “Boss, that’s the girl Lord Deck was talking about. The landlord’s daughter.”
Another replied in a low tone, “Yes, that’s her. We need to take care of this now.” Their words carried a cruel intent, as if they were part of some dark scheme.
A strange fear stirred in Sisu’s little heart. He quickened his pace, but Meera’s smile and her promise swirled in his mind. He didn’t know that after this innocent afternoon, his life would change forever.
In the biting cold of the winter evening, Sisu’s chest felt heavy. The thought of returning home made his heart shrink. His father was always drunk, beating his mother without reason. But staying out in the cold night would make Sisu sick, so he had no choice. Their house was small—just two rooms. One for sleeping, the other a small dining area that doubled as a kitchen. Reaching the doorstep, Sisu hesitated, caught in doubt. Suddenly, a gentle voice called from behind, “Sisu, my darling!”
Turning around, Sisu saw his mother standing there, holding an old piece of cloth. Her hands bore dark blue marks—cruel signs of abuse. In a worried tone, she asked, “Why are you so late, my dear?”
Sisu’s voice trembled. “Ma, I got a bit delayed.”
His mother glanced at his torn shirt and said, “You’ve torn your shirt again while playing, haven’t you?”
Sisu lowered his head in embarrassment. “I don’t know when it tore. Maybe it got caught on a branch while climbing a tree.”
His mother gave a faint smile. “It’s okay, come inside. I’ll stitch it up.”
They entered the house. But as they crossed the threshold, Sisu froze. His father sat at the dining table, a bottle of liquor in hand, his eyes bloodshot. His mother quickly grabbed Sisu’s hand and led him to the inner room. She took off his shirt and began stitching the torn parts with needle and thread. Suddenly, his father’s shout shook the room. “There’s no money for my liquor! Give me money, now!”
His mother replied calmly, “I don’t have any money.”
“What did you say? You won’t give me money?” his father roared.
“I told you, there’s nothing. There’s no food in the house, no vegetables. What will we eat?” his mother said in a weary voice.
His father’s anger flared. “Where’s the money you earn? Tell me!” He slammed his fist on the table, making the bottle tremble.
“I really don’t have anything,” his mother whispered.
Unable to control himself, his father lunged at her. He began beating her mercilessly. Sisu, terrified, hid behind a wooden crate, trembling as he watched. His mother’s cries echoed off the walls. After a while, his father stopped, stormed out, and slammed the door. Sisu ran to his mother, wiping the blood from her face. She hugged him tightly, sobbing. “I can’t take it anymore, Sisu,” she whispered.
After a while, Sisu tried to lighten the mood. His mother finished stitching his shirt and, with a tired smile, asked, “Are you hungry, my dear?”
“Yes, Ma, very hungry,” Sisu nodded.
His mother borrowed some grains and vegetables from a neighbor. Lighting the stove, she cooked a thin porridge with the little rice and vegetables. She poured it into a broken bowl and gave it to Sisu. He ate with satisfaction, then lay beside his mother and fell asleep, exhausted.
In the middle of the night, Sisu woke to his mother’s screams. Two strangers were trying to force themselves on her. She fought desperately to stop them. One man sneered, “You said this would be easy! She’s resisting! Give us our money back!”
From behind, Sisu’s father appeared and began beating his mother again. “If you don’t comply, I’ll sell you to the filthiest man in the market!” he shouted. With one punch, his mother fell to the ground, blood streaming from her mouth.
In her mind, she thought, “Why did I marry this monster? No love, no respect. I can’t do this anymore.” She wanted to die, but the thought of Sisu stopped her. What would happen to her son if she left? She imagined Sisu, starving, stealing food on the streets, caught and beaten mercilessly by shopkeepers. “No,” she resolved firmly, “I have to live for my son.”
Against her will, she gave in. She had no strength left to resist. Following her husband’s orders, the men took her meager earnings from the past few days and an old earring from the corner of the room. Hurling vile insults, they left. Sisu, hidden, saw everything, his little chest burning with rage and helplessness. Exhausted from crying, he fell back asleep, unaware when his tears dried.
The next morning, Sisu woke to the chirping of birds. The soft sunlight streamed into the room. He was lying with his head in his mother’s lap. Her hair was disheveled, her face marked with dark bruises, her eyes shadowed with exhaustion. Yet she tried to smile and said, “My darling boy is awake?”
Sisu saw the forced smile and knew the pain of the previous night had left deep scars in her heart. He whispered, “Ma, you’ll never leave me, will you?”
Tears glistened in her eyes. She hugged him tightly and said, “Never, my darling. I’ll do everything for you. Are you hungry?”
“Yes, very,” Sisu replied.
She warmed the leftover porridge from the night before and gave it to him. After a few spoonfuls, Sisu pushed the bowl toward her. “Ma, you eat. I’m full.”
His mother shook her head. “No, I won’t eat. You finish it.”
Sisu insisted, “No, you have to eat, or I’ll get mad!”
Giving in to his stubbornness, she took a few spoonfuls. Then she said, “I need to finish stitching yesterday’s clothes. Go play outside, but be careful not to tear your shirt again.” She tried to smile, but the pain in her eyes couldn’t be hidden from Sisu.
Sisu ran outside. Along the dusty village path, he went to the big mango tree where he and Meera played every day. Sitting in its shade, he waited for her. But time passed, the sun climbed higher, and Meera didn’t come. A restlessness stirred in Sisu’s heart. He decided to go to Meera’s house to call for her.
At Meera’s house, he saw four guards standing at the door, holding sticks, their faces stern. Sisu tried to enter, but one guard snapped, “Don’t stand here, boy! Get lost!” Frightened, Sisu stepped back, but his heart told him something was wrong with Meera. He sneaked to the back of the house and hid by a broken window. Through the gap, he heard voices inside.
Meera’s father was speaking in a trembling, tearful voice. “Commander, please do something! My daughter hasn’t come home since yesterday evening. I searched all night like a madman, but there’s no trace of her.”
Sisu’s heart seemed to stop. “Meera hasn’t come home?” He remembered seeing her at the three-way junction the previous evening, walking toward her house. But behind her, shadowy figures had been whispering, their words carrying an ominous tone. Fear surged in Sisu’s mind. “Did they kidnap Meera?” he asked himself.
The commander said gravely, “We’ve sent spies to the town. We’ll find news of your daughter soon.”
Meera’s father, sobbing, said, “Please hurry. My little girl must be in danger.” His voice broke, each word torn from his chest.
A fierce resolve ignited in Sisu’s heart. “I’ll save Meera. I’ll bring her home.” He didn’t wait. He ran toward the three-way junction where he had seen those men. But no one was there—just the dusty path and silence. Spotting a small shop nearby, he asked the shopkeeper, “Uncle, did you see some mean-looking men here yesterday?”
The old shopkeeper nodded, his eyes wary. “Yes, boy. They were here. They come often, scaring people, causing trouble. If they’re not here now, they’ve probably gone to their hideout in the north of the village. There’s an old, broken house where they hide.”
Hope flickered in Sisu’s heart, but so did fear. He ran toward the north of the village. Dust swirled on the path, and the distant hills seemed to watch him silently. He reached the old house. It was dilapidated, its walls cracked, its windows broken. Outside, a few thugs stood whispering. Their faces held a savage edge, as if they were predators and the village their prey.
One said, “If this plan works, we’ll get a hefty sum from the girl’s father.”
Another laughed, “Yes, but be careful. The commander’s men have already started searching.”
Their laughter sent a shiver through Sisu. He sneaked to the back of the house. There, he found a high window and an old drum nearby. He dragged the drum under the window. His hands trembled, but his heart burned with courage for Meera. Climbing onto the drum, he peered inside. In the dark room, Meera lay on the floor—her hands and feet bound, a cloth stuffed in her mouth, unconscious. Dried tears stained the corners of her eyes.
Sisu’s chest tightened. He quietly grabbed the wooden frame of the window, trying to climb in, but it was too high. His foot slipped, and he fell to the ground with a thud. The noise alerted the thugs outside. “Who’s there?” one shouted.
Sisu scrambled to Meera and tried to untie her ropes. His small hands shook, the knots tight. He removed the cloth from her mouth, whispering, “Meera, wake up! I’m here!” Meera slowly opened her eyes. Seeing Sisu, tears filled her eyes. “Sisu, why are you here? These people… they’re dangerous!” she sobbed.
Her cries drew a thug to the door. He held a thick stick, his eyes fierce. Sisu quickly hid behind a broken wooden crate. The man scanned the room but, seeing nothing, left. Sisu resumed untying Meera’s ropes, working faster. But before he could finish, the man returned and spotted him.
“You little boy! What are you doing here?” the thug roared. Sisu tried to run, but the man grabbed his arm and dragged him outside. In the front yard, he was thrown to the ground, his hands and knees scraping the dirt. Standing before him was Lord Deck, the leader of the thugs. His eyes held a devilish grin, a scar on his face hinting at an old battle.
“What? This little boy came to ruin our plan?” Lord Deck’s voice dripped with cruel amusement. “Teach him a lesson! Beat him!”
The thugs pounced on Sisu. One kicked him in the stomach, another punched his face. Blood trickled from his mouth. His body curled in pain, but he gritted his teeth and shouted, “Let Meera go!” His voice carried an unyielding courage, as if a warrior’s spirit had awakened in his small frame.
Lord Deck laughed, his voice shaking the yard. “Bring the girl here!” he shouted. “Beat this boy in front of her. He came to save her—let’s see how much courage he has!”
The thugs dragged Meera out. Her hands and feet were still bound, her face pale with fear. Seeing Sisu bloodied, she screamed, “No! Let him go! Sisu didn’t do anything!” Her cries echoed into the sky.
The thugs grew more brutal. One kicked Sisu’s ribs, another struck his head. He crashed against the wall and fell. His vision blurred, but he refused to give up. Propping himself up on one hand, he tried to stand. His bloodied face held defiance. “Let… Meera… go…” he said weakly.
Lord Deck’s laughter turned more sinister. “Finish him in front of her!” he ordered. A thug grabbed Meera’s hair, pulling her in front of Sisu. She sobbed, “Sisu Sugo! Sisu Sugo!” Her voice broke.
Blood dripped from Sisu’s body. His strength was gone. Yet he looked at Meera one last time. In his fading vision, her face glowed like a beacon. “Meera…” he whispered, and then his body collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
Meera’s screams stopped. The yard fell silent. Only Lord Deck’s laughter and the howling wind could be heard.
Everything plunged into darkness. In an endless void, Sisu’s body seemed to float, weightless, directionless. Fear and wonder swirled in his mind. Suddenly, a tiny speck of light flickered in the darkness, like a distant star. Slowly, it grew larger, warm and golden, illuminating everything. A deep, melodious voice echoed in his ears, “Sisu Sugo… Sisu Sugo…”
Sisu opened his eyes. He was surrounded by an infinite white void, as if floating among clouds. No walls, no ground, just boundless white light. His little heart trembled, yet a strange calm settled within him. In a confused voice, he asked, “Where am I? Who’s there?”
The voice echoed again, deeper, more majestic, as if the entire world quaked at its sound. “Sisu Sugo, how are you?” The voice held boundless compassion yet an unshakable power.
Sisu looked around but saw nothing. “Who are you? Why can’t I see you?” His voice was a mix of curiosity and fear.
The voice chuckled softly, like a melodious tune carried by the breeze. “I am the being who began this world. I created the green of the trees, the flow of the rivers, the songs of the birds, and the pulse of every heart. I am the origin of time, the source of light, and the guardian of life.” Each word seemed to ignite a light in Sisu’s heart.
Sisu’s eyes widened. “You’re… God?” His voice trembled, but a strange reverence stirred within him.
“Yes, Sisu,” the voice said, “and I have chosen you for a special purpose.”
Sisu, bewildered, said, “What purpose? Why me? I’m just a little boy!” His childlike mind shrank at the thought of such a great responsibility.
The voice warmed with tenderness. “You have courage in your heart, Sisu. You were ready to give your life for your friend. Such a heart is rare. This task requires someone like you. In time, you will find all the answers. But now, you must be prepared. I will transform your physical form so you can succeed in your task.”
As the words were spoken, a warm, golden light enveloped Sisu’s body. It swirled around him, as if reshaping every cell. He felt his body lighten, a strange power awakening in his heart. His hair turned a shimmering sky-blue, as if infused with starlight. His ears became cat-like—soft, delicate, and sharp. A tail sprouted behind him, velvety and sky-blue, swaying gently in the air. In his hand appeared a thin rope, adorned with small, glossy black orbs, each seeming to hold a hidden mystery. Sisu held the rope, feeling its impossible lightness yet strength. His skin now glowed, as if touched by light itself. His eyes grew larger, sparkling with a magical aura. He was breathtakingly beautiful, yet retained a childlike charm that made him even more captivating.
Sisu stared at his new form in awe. “This… is me?” he said, looking at his hands. His voice still held the curiosity of an eleven-year-old, but a newfound confidence was stirring within him.
The voice of God echoed again. “This form will give you strength, Sisu. This rope and these orbs are your weapons, your companions. You will understand their power in time. Now go, your journey has begun.”
The void plunged back into darkness.
Sisu’s ears caught the chirping of a bird. Slowly, he opened his eyes. A colorful bird flew past, its wings reflecting the sunlight. He was sitting in an unfamiliar place. Around him stretched a vast green field, where the grass swayed as if dancing. Colorful flower bushes bloomed—red, yellow, blue—as if someone had scattered pieces of a rainbow. In the distance, ripe fruits hung from tree branches, their juicy scent wafting in the air. Nearby, a crystal-clear river flowed, its waters reflecting the sky’s shimmer. The place was so enchanting that Sisu felt as though he had stepped into a dream world.
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