MIRACLE MIRACLE MIRROR
EPISODE SIX
Ali walked down the desolate village sidewalk. Trees and gardens dominate the surrounding countryside.
Kandut village, according to the clear address listed in the will.
This is really, isn't it, the location?
Look left and right all the way after being taken down by the bus conductor from Wonogiri City.
The road was paved, smooth yet like a dead city. Of course making Ali's heart pound full of question marks. Whether to continue this journey, or return to the Capital empty-handed.
Ali kept silent for a moment and rested both legs that were getting tired.
His large backpack slung over his shoulder was immediately lowered on a sturdy asphalt road and looked new because it was rarely crossed by four-wheeled vehicles like him.
Is this really not? Time' the same will the house key is just a prank of my Embah? So join him to make a will like that? Did the ancestors like to play prank? Or follow the trend 'April Mop' that?
Ali can only scratch his bok*ng which is not so itchy.
It's been a long way this journey.
Returning to the capital felt that it was impossible. In addition to a very long distance and also the money handle has been so thin, it seems Ali will not be able to return to Jakarta.
Even the cheapest rented house has changed ownership. It has been evicted and will be built by the current owner.
Even the plastic bottles that Ali had collected were paid and compensated because he was willing to leave the rented house without making money.
Five hundred thousand dollars from the owner of the contract Ali has received. This money is also what makes him able to buy bus tickets majoring Wonogiri Central Java which is certainly quite far to get there.
Before leaving, he was placed to buy a quota pulse of ten thousand rupiahs. Saying that Ali is no longer living in our tree house.
Word hasn't opened a phone like that. Until now Ali's message has not been read especially in reply.
Ali also saw Laila. I really hope for a reply. But it does tick one. Looks like he's deactivating his phone. I don't know why.
But judging by the last date Laila went online, it was almost a week ago.
Is Laila's phone missing or broken? A week of inactivity for a student feels impossible! I don't know. Ali doesn't know.
Ali gulped and sighed for a moment.
He highlighted back a large backpack containing clothes and all the valuables he had. Also a box of used instant noodles containing several books, a pair of changing shoes and butut flip-flops that always faithfully accompany him if he is at home. Not to forget the butut guitar that has a history of good memories accompanied the melodious voice of Laila Purnama for decades.
Number 1 RT 001 RW 011
The Toro Margens Family Residence
Nah! Here goes!!!
Ali cheered to see the aluminum board plastered above the gate gate that was pitch black.
The gate was tall, large, sturdy and looked terrifying. Is this really Mbah Toro's heritage house for you?
Ali looked to the right and to the left. There are no neighboring houses. Only the gardens and also the field are overgrown with tall grass. Silent and quiet no one even if just passing by.
It seems that the village has been abandoned by its residents who began to wander to the big city to fight for a living and a better life.
What do I keep living in this village if the atmosphere is gripping like this? A big, sturdy house what is the use if there are no neighbors and social interactions between residents? It's quiet day like this, how's night? Yassalam´s... Mbah, Mbah! Pantsan Mr. ga interested in living in a heritage house. Apparently, his life is like this!
Ali tried to match one of the keys in the envelope of the will.
A key to unlock the big black fence padlock.
Succeeds.
Kriee....
The gate was opened wide.
Ali's eyes looked unblinkingly.
What house is the castle? This crazy guy!!! It turns out that I'm not just anyone! Apparently I'm a rich kid too apparently. Continues,... Why even leave this palace house for the sake of living hard in the Capital? Ck ck...
Shock at once glad Ali is not a bitch. Gets the legacy of a big house that is not just any house. The house that now makes the side of arrogance in Ali sticking up.
"Anton Darmawan! I also turned out to be the descendant of a rich man, Ton! At least I can smile at Elo now if Lo dare again trivhin me and say I'm a son of a rusty scavenger!" I muttered alone.
The magnificent house stood upright quite far from the main gate. Probably about twenty meters to reach his porch entry.
It's a really beautiful house. And it's not the ordinary builders who built it. This pure designer architect is famous for every polish of the entire house so detailed relief carvings. It is a European style house.
It does not look straight.
Grass thrives blocking its beauty. But because this house is very high and large, in a state of unkempt was still able to show beauty especially if it is really well taken care of. So thinking.
Another key is now used to open the main door of a large house.
Kesrek
Clickable.
It worked!
Kriee....
The white room is filled with white material covering all the furniture underneath.
The musty smell of Ali's smell.
Fumes and shortness of breath instantly attacked the chest.
"Uhuk uhuk..."
Ali coughed until he left the house to freshen up his breathing.
Geez, decades are just left behind! Do you have the same father mother never had any thoughts to come here to see the heritage house?
His head was filled with all sorts of questions. Confused and confused, think of his parents who prefer to rejoice in the capital rather than return to their hometown and take care of all the treasures of his parents. Hhh...
Gubrak
Ali was surprised to almost jump.
"Meooong.., meooong!"
The sound of the cat meowing made his chest that was pounding fast slowly decrease his fear.
"Damn it! I thought it was a demon. It's cat!" I muttered to myself.
"Meooong..."
A black cat walked slowly towards Ali with its sharp green eyes staring making my fur stand up.
"Hey, hey! I am the grandson of Mbah Toro Margen! I'm not a dark dweller with robbing intentions! Hello, greetings! Or maybe, you are the dark occupant of this house because you live without permission? Hehe..."
"Meooong.... Rrrrr.ggg...!!!"
"Woles, woles, Bro! Hehehe... here is black! Wait, sec! I still have rice wrap leftover earlier bought at the warteg terminal. It doesn't taste good. But baby if I throw it away. So I pack who knows if you can eat again if your stomach is really hungry!" I said quite happy because it turns out at this house I have friends.
In Black comes and swipes his body at Ali's feet.
"Haha... You're good because I brought food, right? Oghey..., as an introduction, Let's eat together! Next, we have to get along well and get along, Black!"
Ali and Black ate a packet of warteg rice together. Deliberately set aside half the chicken meat on the floor so that Black can eat.
But strangely the cat just stared at the food on the floor, then glanced at the food on the rice paper. The tame animal sniffed the rice and side dishes that were on the rice paper.
"Hey! Your food! Why do I want my food too? It's the same!"
Ali pointed at the chicken cut on the floor.
"Hm. You're a rich cat, right? Want to eat something that's on? You hygienic sock cat! Who is this cat? Yes, we ate both. But you don't have khan's disease? Look out for all of a sudden I'm sick after we've eaten together!"
Ali's a little upset. But finally really eat a pack of both because it turns out the black cat is derivative of the scare.
"After you eat, you have to help me too, right? We are working to clean this house so that it is beautiful again. And don't run away unannounced! Oghey?"
The Black meow. Making Ali laugh and then sad again remembering Laila.
Laila Purnama is a wild cat girl. He'll be a wingless angel if he sees a starving, skinny stray cat on the street.
Laila Purnama's. How's it going? I really miss you, Laila!
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