MIRACLE MIRACLE MIRROR
SEVENTH EPISODE

Ali looked at the entire house with stunned eyes. It felt like a dream, now he became the sole legitimate voter of this castle-like house.

The old house indeed. But this house is far from slum even though the condition does not look clean and shiny.

big PR for Ali to clean the grass and weeds that thrive in the yard.

Ali is still browsing room after room that is super large and still complete with furniture. Only covered with a thick white dusty cloth that makes Ali occasionally cough and breathe.

The Black man kept following.

Occasionally his tail was flicked into Ali Akbar's ankle while meowing.

"Black, you've been living here all this time?" ali asked after seeing there was a small container where it seemed like it was used to sleeping by the plain black cat.

The smell of a cat peeing ambushes Ali's olfactory.

"Uffl... Your toothy smell is!" said Ali while pointing towards the Black bed.

"alright. Before I take off, we'd better clean your bed first. Okay?"

"Meooong..."

The black cat responded to Ali.

"Where can I get water? All access is dead. Electricity, PAM also seems to not function!"

Ali muttered to himself.

The Black wags his tail. He walked quickly towards the back room from the side door. His eyes looked at Ali before darting away. Like giving a code so Ali follows in his footsteps.

Ali is now following the Black.

"Whoah! There's a pool here!"

Ali exclaimed happy to see the open space behind the house there is a pool like a collection of springs because there is a flow of water that flows out incessantly.

Ali tried to pat the clear water in the pool.

It's so cold it feels.

The 19-year-old man immediately scooped up the cold water and rubbed it on his face.

"Hm... It's fresh!" said happy.

Like lifting all the heavy burden on his body. Ali forgot for a moment the sadness and pain of his heart all this time.

Ali wants to take a shower. His body felt sticky because of the long journey to a place in this corner.

He undressed all his clothes without a second thought.

Her innocent body was now without a single thread. Because he thought in this house there was only one and a cat who looked busy scavenging piles of clothes belonging to Ali.

Jebur jeburr...

Ali dabbled in a not so big pool of water and in it.

Like a boy, he played in the water and swam there and there.

He forgot, there was a cute animal that had been staring at him shyly. And if Ali stares back, the black cat seems busy playing with Ali's clothes lying on the floor.

"Black, black, pusss here! Hahaha fresh! Here dong, join the shower with me!"

The Black was stunned by Ali's joking style. His eyes are shining brightly. Sometimes the cat meows as if to tell Ali that he is a female cat who is embarrassed to see the innocent body of a naked man playing in the pool there.

"Hehehe...., I know, the cat is afraid of water, right? But you're gonna have to take a shower with me?"

Ali who had gone up and walked out of the pool stroked the black cat's head even though his hands were wet.

So Black wagged his wet feathers got to rub Ali.

"Yassalam, haha... You're arrogant!"

Ali was still naked, trying to dip his hand back in the pool water and splashed it on the body of the Black man.

The Black meowed loudly. The cute animal soared and ran quickly out of the room.

Ali laughed out loud.

His face is shining.

This was the first time Ali had felt such a light body and such a big soul. Like, the feeling of happiness that arises from the heart until he can enjoy joking even with just a cat.

Ali ransacked his backpack. Take his small butut towel and work all the wet parts of his body after bathing swimming in the pool.

He was wearing the same clothes. Not changing because thinking will start working hard to clean the house of Grandpa Granny's legacy castle.

Ali entered a large room right next to the living room.

This is the main room! Ali's heart murmured.

He looked to the right and to the left.

Oi! Where's the Item? Koq said that cat?

There's no one. Ali was alone and started to get a little restless because of the loneliness that suddenly ambushed.

"Haish! You can't be a coward! This is my home, the home of the late Grandpa Toro! Am I afraid to live in my own family home? If I had to go, where would I go? Money you have, work is also not there, especially home... Hhh!"

Ali tried to strengthen his heart and determination.

Room space is a top priority to be restyled and cleaned all dust.

Mumpung is still day and sunlight still shines into the house through a large wide glass window gap.

Ali panicked again.

He was trying to find something that could be used for lighting later tonight.

"Hm. I'll find a shop first! Buy candles for tar malem!"

Ali exited the room and walked towards the main door of the house to get out.

Suddenly his eyes saw something lying in the corner of the room.

"Bicycle!!! Whoa!!! Mountain bike limited edition !!!"

He half ran over to the mountain bike that was not covered in white cloth like other furniture.

It's a chain that hooks up to the wheel. Somewhat rusty and a little drag when digowes.

Ali saw a small container in the corner.

Brake oil? Really brake fluid?

Heartburn is not a bitch. It turns out his guess was right.

He immediately smeared the chain of long-disused bicycles with brake fluid that was poured.

It worked!!!

Ali was happy, he could find stalls around the house Mbah Toro by bicycle.

Now the journey does not take too long. Mercifully.

.............

"Right or left?"

Ali looked in both directions. The streets look quiet, quiet.

He decided to go to the right first.

The bicycle saddle began to look its strength after several strokes. Brake oil really meritorious until now the expensive bike again shows its greatness.

The good roads make Ali like flying his mountain bike.

And Ali was grateful when he finally saw a small shop on the side of the road.

"Finally, yeeaay! Thank goodness!"

The young man slowly started to lower his speed.

A small shop opened its window leaves and a middle-aged man was sitting on a bamboo bale with his hands holding a coffee cup while sipping it softly.

"Kulonowoon! Excuse me, Sir! I want to buy candles!"

Ali gasp. The father turned out his eyes were one.

Instantly Ali lowered his head, not feeling good if the look of the face that showed surprise was seen directly by the father.

"Wax? How many?" ask the father.

"How much is the unit worth?" Ali asked in a soft voice.

"Thousand!"

The price is the same as in the city! Though this stall is remote and the surrounding area is also no resident house. But.the price is cheap.

"Buy ten, sir!"

"Good! It's!"

"The real father of the people here?"

Ali tried to interact by talking. To be a friend rather than him living alone without neighbors as well as relatives.

"I've been here since I was born. Proceed. This sister seems like a new person," he replied. Although it sounded ogah-ogahan but the Father responded to Ali's question.

Ali was very happy.

He thrust out his hand and grabbed his palm and said, "I'm Ali Akbar, sir! I'm Mr. Toro Margen's grandson whose house is just down the street!"

The father rounded his eyes. Almost Ali shuddered in horror. But immediately wake up and act naturally.

"You? Mbah Toro's grandson? Mbah Jangkung's granddaughter?"

Ali nodded.

Almost Ali jumped in shock. The man patted her on the shoulder a little hard.

"Finally, after a long time the house was empty uninhabited! Mercifully... Hehe! Thank goodness!"

Ali happy. The response of the shop owner made him relieved. Even the face that had been flat without expression looked even more resplendent because of his thin smile.

Thank goodness! I finally have a neighbor!

"What father's name?" ali asked after looking at each other and throwing a smile.

"My name is SATAN!"

"Huh?!? The demon???"

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