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"Again?" paro Davian was inexhaustible, he stared at the letter that was right in Eva's hand. The woman nodded steadily making Davian sigh long, the man confirmed the position of the tip of his tie.
"What era is this? Why do you keep sending letters?" complained Davian, he tried to ignore as much as he could but ever since the old man knew the address where Davian and Eva lived, this old man was even aggressively sending messages by mail. Did he not get along with the postman who had to go back and forth to deliver a piece of mail every morning? Seems not.
It has been more than 2 weeks like Davian was terrorized by the pile of paper. Even when Davian first read the contents of the letter that the grandfather gave him; making the glasses man glare in disbelief because the grandfather only asked how they were doing! The point is that one sheet of letters containing short messages should be done through a mobile phone! Aghhh! Sucks.
"Can I reply Davian?"
This is again a child. What's up with him? Davian shook his head in disbelief, as long as you know Eva—he always asked Davian for permission to reply to the contents of the letter from his grandfather, no wonder the middle-aged man was getting active in getting the postman to deliver the mail to their address.
"Do as you please Eva." said Davian, he better go to the office than late. The man reached for a briefcase perched on the nightstand of the living room and walked quickly to the main door of the apartment.
"I'm leaving Eva!" it was loud before it really moved. Eva looked, her lips smiling widely—while waving the woman said,
"Be careful!" sahut sweet Eva.
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"Has he gone?" asked the grandfather who suddenly appeared using his teleportation power.
"It's cake!" as Eva was excited, the woman stepped into the chair— allowing the old man to sit down.
"Grandfather's condition looks better than before." said Eva base stale, he then sauntered into the kitchen to make herbal drinks. The man with the gritty gramps of Davian was smiling knots, happy to see his son-in-law moving agilely to make something for his old self.
"Are you sure you don't want to tell Davian who you really are?"
Suddenly the question made Eva speechless, she stared in the shadow of her face over the water she was brewing. The woman then smiled, she lifted the cup containing the herbal drink she made and handed it to the grandfather.
"I'm a grandfather, but we're both completely different... " Eva was silent for a moment before continuing her words. The grandfather who was the figure of the listener sipped a little flower-scented herbal drink in front of him.
"But Eva, however, you're still Reva. whether it's reincarnation or something, Davian might be happy to know you're not really missing from his life..."
"Thank you grandpa—" said Eva hanging her head down. He stared at the tip of the foot that was treading the floor tiles, heard the woman sigh in anger.
Grandpa Davian was silent, he did not want to understand but he needed to understand; strange. This time in turn, the old man sitting opposite Eva let out a long sigh.
"Then what can I do for you, Eva?" With a bitter smile Eva looked up, she returned the gaze given by the head of the hazel main family to her. Looks pale lips belong to the woman open, heard a strand of words from the woman—
"Can you please release this symbol on my grandfather?" he said while showing a tattoo on his stomach. The grandfather glared in disbelief, Eva continued her sentence.
"And make sure there's no pain well grandpa.." Eva's great-grandson was a bit traumatized, recalling the moment when Davian put up the restraint symbol.
Arghh~ scary.
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Davian did a muscle stretch, the man was quite tired because he had to sit all day in the office even he forgot to eat lunch. Davian should have asked to be made by Eva alone, looking at the watch that was at the auction; it was quite late, the man's mind. He stood up from the chair and cleaned up the table— when he came home but suddenly Davian's movement was held back because of a message on the screen of his phone. The man sat back down, he used it quite rarely; most Eva used it to play games. Davian look at the contents of the message without the sender's name, next to the man's eyebrow raised— like an anonymous message.
Without a doubt the man with the face framed glasses opened the contents of the message but how surprised he was when reading it.
^^^Davi?^^^
He rushed up from there carrying his office bag, the short message said. Davian quite knows who sent him—the only person who boldly called Davian like that must be none other than Gedion. Her sister's.
While on the ground floor from a distance Davian saw the silhouette of the man waiting for him right on the side of the road with a disheveled look. What happened to Gedion? inner Davian was curious about the man who was rumored to have disappeared some time ago.
Without further ado Davian walked up to him and said, "is there any need for you to suddenly appear Gedion?"
The man with age adrift away from Davian turned his head, his hazel eyes glaring sharply. There was a thin beard growing on the man's chin, his gaze blank. Just like someone who is experiencing severe depression, again the same question arises in Davian's mind.
What happened to Gedion? Why does he look desperate?
"Do you need anything?" asked Davian awkwardly, Gedion silent without talking the man just stared in the black bead from his sister then suddenly the man who always Davian knew with his ignorant nature shed tears.
Davian gaped in disbelief, several pairs of eyes began to notice Davian and Gedion.
"Did he persecute the homeless?"
Huh huh?
Davian's ears tingled, he stared at horror because some people began to whisper that no-no plus the figure of his brother was even more intense crying sobbing. Not wanting to be accused of all sorts Davian firmly grip Gedion's shoulder, the corner of his lips twitched in annoyance while trying to maintain a smile.
"We look for a calm look and talk to brother." - furious Davian, calling in polite language that he rarely used. Gedion who heard the reaction, the man with a concerned look opened his mouth.
"My wife ran away."
WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH ME!
ARGH!
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