Mystery of Grandma's House
1. From the Unexpected

This morning, the morning in mid-December 2017 in the city of Jakarta one of the most populous and busiest cities in Indonesia. This is where I lived from childhood. Not a big house but enough for me. There was some dew behind the locked window. Signs of rain falling last night in the midst of the sound of the humans.

At 7am today I woke up from my bed. I stretched my hand wide gathering all the positive energy. Happiness implies a freedom for today. Warm gusts of sunlight began to enter through the gap of the room that is not tight. Little by little I gently slapped my face. Oh yes my name My son has just graduated S1 economics and is practically not yet working. Hehe. Here I live with my mother's father and a young brother.

"Sister, are you awake ?" My mother's screams banging on the bedroom door booth dawned on me for a moment from the empty daydream.

"Udah buk" I answered still a bit lazy

"Hoaaaaaamm but still sleepy, son wants to continue to sleep," I continued

"Wake up first, brother?! It was waiting for your father at the dinner table" cried mother.

"What a mother. It's really disturbing." Mutted

Krrrieetttt duukk

Finally with a heavy heart my door opened and I walked to the back of the dining room as well as the family gathering room to be exact. There was a slightly fat man with a thick mustache. Yes, my father, Mr. Budi Rahardjo, beside him, my mother walked over with a cup of coffee from my father.

My mom looks young compared to my dad I don't know how different their age I haven't paid much attention all this time. And across from my father sat a very stern little boy . Who else if not Hendra my brother who is still sitting on bench 4 SD. I noticed my father holding a paper like a letter my father read carefully. Sometimes I take a long breath.

"Here son I want to say," father threw a quick glance at me who was standing petrifiedly watching them.

"Yes yeah what?" Answer me

"Do you know who this is from ?" Ask dad to me.

I saw my mom looking at me while she was berberes. I just shook my head at the sign of not knowing.

"It's from grandma dance, your grandmother in Semarang. Mother of father" continued father explained.

"This letter came this morning at 6 am this morning" explained the father while occasionally sipping coffee that is still steaming thin smoke.

"Grandmother is very sick and wants us to go there as well as she wants to 'heritage'." Connect dad while sighing.

"Lho will his father work in the office how ?" Answer, I see objection.

I also objected because I still have a lot to do. Whether climbing like my hobby or I can use it for a job or just bothering at home essentially a lot that I still want to work on.

"Later father can take leave of office Mom, gapapa" replied father reassured.

"You and your children come with you" said the mother while cleaning the father's coffee glass at the dinner table .

" Lo Hendra's mom will be there for how long. Hendra won't be long, ma'am." Hendra Whine.

"Later to go home anyway do not spoiled rich that," cut the father while rising from his seat.

then walk by still carrying a piece of paper it passed after the mother in the kitchen.I who had been silent earlier thought there was no way Hendra would want to go there. From birth my sister has never been at all to the village of grandmother in the suburbs of Semarang is far from the word Many like here.

When I was a kid my mom and dad used to take me home. I still remember how peaceful it was there, unlike my sister who was like a millennial child. Given the atmosphere there turned out to be able to change my opinion from now on, I suddenly wanted to be there. Meanwhile I saw mom and dad still having a little chat in the kitchen. Before long they returned to the table carrying rice along with various side dishes. The fragrant aroma of typical mother's cooking is indeed able to tempt my stomach.

" Sister hasn't washed his face yet, he wants to eat." Look at Hendra Sinis to me.

After washing our faces for a second, we started praying and started breakfast with small talk. The curious me began to ask again about dad's plan.

"When do we plan to go to the village ? " I asked amid the warmth of the conversation that I had rarely met. Understandably I went to college in Bandung and had to ngekost so the atmosphere like this is what I sometimes miss.

"Later in the afternoon" replied the father briefly.

"Everything out this you are done take care of all the necessary expenses brought. What needs to be ." Imbuh mother.

"Let's go before Dzuhur ya sis." Added father.

"dad is afraid we will go to night, I don't want to meet us who are not," continued the father again.

I don't understand what you mean by what you don't.

honestly I do not really believe in the stuff of mystical rich stuff.

"There will be surprises there" said the father, standing up and coming out. Yeah dad's out smoking.

I just need to hear the explanation of the two people I love even though I no longer understand what the surprise meant.

I admit there is a sense of impatience also to go there when I was the most objected like it. Maybe I miss my grandmother too. Grandma who for 15 years I and my father did not meet, who is currently very sick either what is in his pain. Besides that there is also something I want to see there. there was a childhood friend of mine who I estimated when I was there when I was little.

Febi, the son of an aunt who works at the grandmother's house. The boy had a smile so sweet, whether he's like now.or he's married.because I hear a lot of villagers who marry young.

I smile my own smile when I imagine it somehow you are in my inner being.

"your dear son why this is Guya guyu Dewe," teased mother.I who was surprised by the attack can only smile while scratching the head that is not really itchy.

"think of the girl? hehehe," mother seduced me.

"ah this mother is not really open" I tried to defend myself as much as I could. I saw my mother laugh more and more looking at my face which I think began to blush.

"emmmmm well, is aunt Tutik still working together Sewah ?" ask my dad who's still busy outside with his cigarettes.

"uh yes, brother, why ?" replied, Dad turned to me.

"hm yes papa I just want to know yah" I replied

"it seems to be still a sis," replied the father, as he reflected the smoke in the air.

Hearing that answer there is a pretty good feeling to be there too. I can't wait to see what Febi Sekarayu looks like now.

is it getting more beautiful or is it even married.

soon I will have my answer in my heart.

Seriate....