Me, Khanza
Miras Bottle

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The door of Alsha's house was opened for a moment when someone opened it.

"Thank God the spare key is in the same hands of the owner of this house so you can enter without breaking the door," said the lurah sir also turned to Devan and Amel who stood behind him.

"Thank you sir for helping us," the two of them together compactly so that they look very polite.

"Okay, I'm staying because I still have other work to do." He said again while justifying the collar of his service shirt.

Meanwhile, the one who escorted them was the son of the old man who they first met at the village hall, they also had time to think that the old man was the head of the village in Alsha village and it turns out his father who did not want to be at home without doing any work.

"The key is you give it back to the owner of this house, do you remember where we took it?" asked the gentleman turned his body when he started to walk away.

"Yes sir, we remember." Devan replied quickly sounding friendly.

The gentleman smiled at the polite manner of the two he began to step back and left them both in front of Alsha's house.

Now only Devan and Amel who are still standing in front of the door of Alsha house looks from outside Amelia also feel the fresh air because the diverse plants have been given pots and hanging flowers look a little the withered began to dry as there was no longer anyone to take care of it.

"Van yuk we enter," asked Amel to step his foot first but Deva was still silent.

Devan nods his head without saying anything while wailing following Amel's steps behind.

When in front of the house the aroma feels so fresh but different when they have entered the house so that the smell of unpleasant even very stinging to the nose.

"Ahh, what the hell is this smell? it smells so weird!" amelia's grumble shook her hand, throwing air at her face.

"I also don't know where this smell comes from?" Devan also did the same thing he started to cover his nose using his palms.

After the conversation they continued to walk into the house of Alsha and Amelia had seen a picture frame of Alsha as a child right standing next to Adam.

"Oh, is this Alsha's father?" amelia also touched the frame that was plastered in the corner near the dining table.

Amelia seemed to be talking to herself because Devan was out of nowhere.

"Vane..." Call Amelia anyway while looking for Devan and glance over here and there.

After Amelia saw Devan squatting in the room either holding anything, she went straight to her .

"Van, what are you holding?" asked Amelia to approach Devan and even squat together.

"I don't know what bottle this is? but it stings when we get into the house and I'm pretty sure it smells from the bottle I'm holding right now." Monologue Devan spelled out clearly the moment they entered earlier.

"Yes you're right, wait a minute!" also Amelia also began to reach into her cellphone and snatch the bottle of drink for her to put in her gallery.

Photos of the bottle were stored he immediately opened the Google site and searched for the origin of the bottle, when he managed to find the history of the bottle Amelia widened her eyes instantly.

"What's wrong? why are you surprised?" devan asked immediately grabbed Amelia's cell phone which was silent for a moment.

"God! it's a liquor," surprised Devan when he knew the bottle he found in the closet let alone himself did not even know who the owner of the drink bottle was.

"What don't-don't?" the two of them were talking to each other with the same words seeming one thought.

"Do you think the same as me?" devan asked immediately to stand up and reopen the closet where he found the bottle.

"Van who lives here isn't his father Alsha? and her mother died giving birth to Zizi, right?" amelia asked for a moment to remember Alsha while telling her a story.

"You're right! in this house other than Alsha's father there's no one left." Devan confirmed Amelia's speech this time. "But I'm still wondering, why does Alsha's father drink such a dangerous drink?" devan continued again while observing the levels of alcohol contained in it.

"You can see this isn't? I've seen my father's book because he likes to read scientific books look very high alcohol content let alone can cause death if excessive use." Devan's rant made Amelia feel goosebumps for a moment.

"Van, do we have to do something?" ask Amelia who started docking on Devan.

"Are you scared? I'm here, that's it! where is Amelia whom I saw a brave man? this time is scared." Olokan Devan makes Amel upset.

"Silence Lo! ah, noise!" irritated Amel he immediately left Devan on the spot.

Devan chuckled to himself seeing Amelia's fear so clearly visible in his eyes.

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"Alsha, where the hell is Lo? I miss knowing sha!" amel muttered speaking on the frame hanging on the wall.

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On the other side of the house Grandma.

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"What cook grandma?" alsha asked from behind the kitchen door.

"Why did you get up from your bed? have you completely recovered?" turning around asked and turning to Alsha who was smiling at him kindly.

"It's better Grandma, can Khanza help?" again asked again now he walked slowly closer to the Grandma who was holding a basin filled with fish to be immediately fried.

"You just sit down, kid, let grandma cook." Nek Raya refused Alsha's help gently because she knew Alsha was still forcing herself.

"No grandma, Khanza is feeling better now so she's eager to help grandma." Alsha pleaded with her sweet face.

Finally Grandma could not avoid the sweet appeal that she also gave the basin and saw Alsha was fresher than before even though her eyes look swollen.

Yeap, now Alsha no longer wants to be called Alsha because he has resolved to change his name because he no longer wants to connect with people who try to eliminate himself and his sister, because he has done so, that was Alsha's thought as long as she was in the silent room.

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^^^To be continued^^^^

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