MAYDEA: Turning Point
It was Maydea

..."Sometimes, there are times when reality is like drama; because that's where a director gets his inspiration from."...

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"Sorry, Akang! Forgive us, yes! We were scared because we hit Akang and the vigilante" said a man with a caping hanging from his neck. His face was bowed with both palms clinging to each other. His face looked frightened. The same thing happened with Didit who stood with a stooped posture next to him.

"Please don't report us to the police, yes, Akang ...!" said the man in his 40s. He who did not want to be imprisoned immediately rushed when earlier, Bara called him on the grounds of having to apologize if he did not want the matter brought into the realm of law. "Please, yes ...! I, tea ..., have a wife's child. Pity them if I have to stay. Later, they were also embarrassed if I went to jail," he said.

Keeran looked snorted while holding the corner of his lips. The young man stared intently at the citizens before him. His expression that seemed unfriendly, made everyone not dare to raise their heads.

"Therefore, you should think before you act. If so, who's responsible?" Keeran looked riled from his seat. He stood up, then approached the middle-aged man who was the representative to apologize earlier.

"Bless your heads and get out of here. I am sorry and will not take this matter to the realm of the huku, but do not repeat it again. Next time, if there is a problem, try not to be a vigilante. You can come to lose if that's the way," Keeran said. He turned around, then sat back in his place with a body that was somewhat trembling due to the injuries on his body.

"Thank you, Akang ...! Thank you!" Compactly, the residents were grateful with their glowing faces. After that, they left and hurried to leave the villa.

"Master ...?" With hesitation, Bara patted the unharmed side of Keeran's shoulder. He looked at his mother, then exhaled. "I—itu ..., uh ..—" Bara seemed confused to want to compile his words. He scratched his head with a complicated mind.

"Master why are you sleeping here? You can enter the villa. In that case, surely an event like this can be avoided," said Bara. The man looked at the young man carefully—afraid of offending.

"I arrived at midnight, Bara ...! Imagine that! And then damn, I forgot to bring the key," Keeran said. He drank a glass of warm tea that was prepared. His parents, would be very angry and worried if they knew this.

"Can you call me, Mr ...!"

"I don't feel good if I have to wake you at that hour, Bara ...! Ah—but if I knew it was going to happen like this, I better hold back that bad taste." Keeran looked at Bara and Sarah who were standing before him. The young man seemed to think, then hesitantly, he let out his voice. "You know the white-haired woman in this village?" tanyakanya.

"White hair? If that is a lot, Mr ...! My mother has a lot of white hair, too" Bara replied with a cry. The man could only grimace in horror when he got the deadly plot from his mother.

"Not ...! I mean .., albino—dia albino. Yep! From what I saw, he was young; blue eyed! Yes—like that." Keeran closed his eyes, trying to remember last night's events.

"Maybe Maydea, you mean?" ask Sarah slowly. He looked at Keeran, then exhaled slowly.

"Maydea?" keeran murmured. He slowly tapped his seat with a furrowed forehead.

"May ...! If it's really him, sir should stay away! Don't get close to him—danger!" cetus Bara, suddenly with emphasis on his last word. Hearing that, Sarah looked at her son sharply.

"Why indeed?"

"Say the citizens, he's an unlucky bearer! After his birth, the citizens so often failed to harvest; in fact, before almost never like that. His mother also died— and the residents are also sure he caused it. But, if in my opinion, the hell, right said people ~ he's an unlucky carrier! Rumor also, he's the son of hell; the child of the affair Mrs Mayla, his mother. Therefore he looks different from both parents," said Bara, at length with a fiery.

"The coal! Don't talk like that!" Sarah also rebuked her son. He stepped on Bara's feet so hard that the weathered bujang looked in pain. On the other hand, Keeran showed a strange face.

"What do you guys think that way? I don't think he's wrong at all. Even ..., yes—if he is indeed the child of infidelity, still it is not his fault." Keeran tries to think rationally. The young man looked down with thinned lips. "But why is he running around all night?" tanyakanya.

"COB!"

Keeran seemed to be exhaling his breath violently. His eyes stare. He felt, it was useless to ask the child and the mother, because they, certainly did not know the answer for sure. Moreover, honestly he was not satisfied with Bara's response that seemed rude. But ..., sniffing out a little information from Aunt Sarah, she thought there was no harm.

"You left me and your mother first, Bara ...! I wanted to ask him, "pinta Keeran. His face looked depressed. I don't know why he wouldn't accept a child being treated like that. It doesn't feel fair. He wondered how the girl lived her days. How do people treat it?

"Auntie can tell you a little bit about Maydea? Ya—according to what Auntie knows," pinta Keeran, softly. The young man took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. He looked at Sarah with a look of relief.

"Can, Jang ...!" said, responding. "So, that Maydea, tea, is often the gibbah ingredient in this village." Sarah begins her story. The old woman's gaze seemed empty; she glared to the past. But on the other hand, Keeran looked dumbfounded by the last sentence he heard. He only realized that what he did included the act of gossiping.

"If the citizens and myself say, nih, Neng Maydea, tea, geulis pisan. Like a bule so that both parents are both Eastern. Because it also arises news that he is the result of an affair," said Sarah. The woman seemed to be silent for a moment before going on with her words.

"Yes, but, in my opinion, tea, not necessarily, Jang ...! Moreover, Mrs Mayla is a mysterious person. It could be, he does have Caucasian ancestry," said the aunt. "Nah—which makes me sure that Mrs Mayla can not cheat on it, because she is a good woman—I am sure she is loyal. In his life, he loved to help me; the people around him were friendly, too" he continued, with slightly reddened eyes. Keeran also looked surprised.

"When his life? Meaning ..—"

"Mrs Mayla is dead. If it wasn't wrong about six or seven years ago. Since then, Eneng's life began to change because Mr. Satria married again with Lady Gayatri, the widow with two children. Well, Mrs Gayatri this, similar at all stepmother figure in pikti—lijal pisan stories, pajanna! Gendhis, his first child is also somewhat similar in nature to his mother; but Raka, he's a good son."

"Why does Aunt call Lady Gayatri evil?" asked Keeran with a surprised look. Then ... Why does it feel, he is no stranger to that name? The satria?! But, there's no way that meant Satria was her parents' co-worker, right?

"He likes to abuse his children! Bontot Raka whose favorite child was also hit. This lady is a tempramental. If Mr. Satria, he calmed down—but if I say, anyway, your pisan—kannya beaten, uh, the eta even secretly bae." Sarah exhaled her breath, hearing harshly. The look on his face showed obvious annoyance.

From another angle, it can be observed that a pair of central Keeran neutrals are patterning. His mouth is slightly open. The young man did not expect such a problem. Apparently, the girl he met yesterday was a victim of KDRT!

"Continue?"

"Eh, this Ujang even keeps bae. If you want to know, mending asked directly to his son, oruh .... Usually, he comes here every few days to help. It has been three days now that Eneng did not visit, but the feeling of Aunt, anyway, today the Eneng came." Sarah seemed to be smiling to herself. He looked at Keeran with a difficult look. "The wind must be the windshield, yes, the same May ..," the god.

Keeran was surprised by the statement of the Aunt. Stiffly, he scratched his own head. He realized that he was acting very strange this time. In fact, if viewed further, before he had never been curious about the lives of others—more than a woman.

"Usually, right, this Ujang is most anti-equal affairs like this." Sarah returned to attack. "Fall in love at first sight, anyway, if people say," he continued.

Keeran looks wrong. He smiled with a red face. His slender and pointed nose also looks kembis. Falling in love at first sight? Ah, Keeran didn't think of getting there.

"Aunt ..., heee ...." Keeran looked timid. "So he said help. Meaning what?" He tried to divert the conversation. But the Aunt who understood was only shaking her head while chuckling a little.

"I mean work—iya, so. This Eneng likes odd jobs in this village. If here, anyway, help clean the same gardening. Ck! Poor indeed ~ Mr. Satria so forget the same responsibility since Mrs Gayatri became his wife. Just marry secretly; the whole village no one knows! In fact, Mr. Satria is respected in this village. In general, he is one of the richest people" said Sarah, while Keeran seemed increasingly surprised. The young man grimaced while shaking in disbelief. It was like hearing a drama story.

"Well, that's his son. Live long!" Suddenly Sarah shone towards the entrance. He looked at the flat-faced girl with sparkling eyes. Keeran himself stared at the sight with a gawk.

'Maydea? So .. Is that Maydea?' his inner.