
Grandma Kejora opened page by page the sheet of the book that was filled with meaning felt the incision of the incision from the strand of words behind it even though she did not understand what she was looking at.
The eyes of Grandma Kejora narrowed when she saw the ring that was originally cast Alika, her heart was filled with glimpses looking at the room where the door now seemed closed.
But when Kejora's grandmother noticed the door, Alika and Ubay opened the door and left the room. The smiling Kejora crawled the two of them now walking in tandem and approached him.
"Grandma, what do you think of the book?" tanya Alika grasped Ubay's hand and looked gently at Grandma Kejora's eyes.
"This is Blood Fighting" said Kejora's grandmother embracing a book with a black cover with various types of writing that can only be read by one person in this world, namely Alika.
"Juang's Blood?" Ubay asked with slightly narrowed eyes doubling a question.
"Yes, not only the blood that runs but also the never-quenched struggle is giving everything away" said Grandmother Kejora deciphering her speech.
"What a deep meaning" said Alika hugging the grandmother who seemed to shed tears.
EXPIRE
Thank you to the readers all who have faithfully followed the long journey of the warrior named Jajang.
As a young generation, we should be proud and defend our independence in a modern way without damaging our morals and traditions.
We who live today should be grateful for what we have now and not complain too much about what is our destiny.
Once again the author thanked us for following the steps and traces of our hero's struggle, even though the romance in it is very attached.
Thank you🙏
Aassalammu'alaikum.