Dusk Bleak
Grannies

Grandma Dusk guest arrival. The grandmothers were cool with her erratic daily activities but there were.

“You're Claudia,“ said the grandmother.

The girl casually walked into the house and sat down near these kind-hearted grandmothers. There is one relief it seems that if you have sat with people who have eaten a lot of life's salt acid. There's a lot he's faced. And with solutions that are not always the same. Nor is it forever smooth. Almost half of his life he has been lost.

“Iya nek,“ he said casually. Then put a small bag nearby that he had previously sipped a long rope on his shoulder.

“You're coming with Antony on an adventure again?“ ask Grandma Dusk. For some time, he was invisible apparently brought the boy by the Antony. Like most young people whose souls are still turbulent. And smoldering. So many experiences that are really needed by him. In order to fill his young days to be full and at a later age he can share in the next generation or in people who do not know one event that is missed.

“Neg. Cerem!“ said the Claudia who had not lost her sense of hunger at the last moment to go and not long until home. Rest. Although not always change the sleep time for a few moments that have been lost. Because outside the house before that, you can also sleep. Only the mind and the feel keep working before what is faced is resolved satisfactorily. And at that time the rest period was just to stop the activity of vital tools. And in the house even though only until everything can rest, then for the next moment also do not feel comfortable. So to further restore the condition in its original position, there must be people who can understand the story. Until it is free.

Then the grandmother still continued the unusual activity while still listening to the speech of the child yesterday afternoon who is now nearby.

“Antony His there?“ He asked where his best friend was. As his face wobbled. He then turned to Grandma and walked through the entire room. But I did not see the granddaughter of this grandmother.

“Know where the child is. If not in the room, sleeping, maybe again in the back. It was at home,“ obviously. Ordinary young man. Know he's gone. And throughout the day, he did not always pay attention to anyone who came in and out of the door.

“Ya. I was here first, grandma.“

“Good. Just like grandma. We share stories with each other. You can tell me how you left yesterday.“

“Iyanek.“ Claudia then told me what she was going through. Not just in the village. On every trip with Antony he also touched.