Mystery of Grandma's House
New Relatives

After about half an hour I was in the bonceng Mr. Mardi, I also arrived at the residence of his family. A beautiful house though not too big with green paint tosca that refreshes the eyes in the garnish of some flower plants in pots that adorn the garden in the corner of the house Mr. Mardi. On the other side of the park is also filled with a koi fish pond with a mini fountain in the middle. The gurgling sound of water being caused actually creates a peaceful feel in the heart.

"Assalamualaikum ma'am, open the gate,". Shouted Mr. Mardi on the occupants of the house.

"Waalaikumsalam sir, who is this sir? Astaghfirullah, you bumped into people again?,". Ask a worried middle-aged woman who seems to be the wife of Mr. Mardi.

"Ssttt this book first you want to enter, then you will clear,". Said Mr. Mardi upset with the invasion of prejudice from his wife.

Then with a little bit of Mardi's father I was sat on his porch chair. Par Mardi painstakingly explained to his wife from the beginning how to find me. And since I don't have any relatives here, I'm allowed to stay here. Said I didn't need permission from the local RT sir because Mr. Mardi himself was the RT.

"There's a lot of rame like him,". The words of a young woman with hair appear disheveled.

"It's there..." No time Mr. Mardi finished his sentence immediately cut by his youngest child.

"Upss, there's a guest, whose guest is it sir? Really handsome? Bentar ya Rahma want a sidekick first, don't go anywhere, don't go anywhere,". His words made the three of us look at each other in wonder.

Duh how I became not good with Mr. Mardi and his wife. I'm going home, but how. I'd die completely and the glass broke probably because I fell many times during the escape last night. Remembering last night's events made me realize at a glance, I can't be like this continuously. Sooner or later I have to go back.

"Hi, big brother why did you get hurt?? Duh kasian must be sick, here pak barin Rahma aja ngrawat.", Tukas a youngest son of Mr. Mardi who now looks neat. Mr. Mardi and his wife could only stroke his chest looking at his behavior.

"Sister, I know Rahma ayu ningtyas,". Greetings with a friendly smile. I just responded with a makeshift smile.

"He's Mahesa's name, I want to continue cooking first sir, Mahesa deck. Don't hesitate to think of your own brother yes deck,". Cut the wife of Mr. Mardi while saying goodbye to go inside to continue cooking he said. I just nodded.

"You have entered Rahma, do not disturb Mahesa. You are still a child already a mistake, there go in! Help your symbock cook,". Sentak mardi sir.

"Hisshh what the fuck you don't know, you don't know the guy,". Rahma grumbled as she turned in following her mother with a grunt.

"I'm sorry, son, he's such a rich man,". Obviously Mr. Mardi. I just nodded at his statement.

After a little chat in front of Mr. Mardi's house. I gradually recounted the events of how I could have almost died by the river in dire circumstances. Mr. Mardi seemed quite surprised by the story that almost made no sense to him.

"Hmm so that's the story anyway, son, the father had been horrified if there was his village wingit (angker). No one dared to go in there. To fear he said,". Said Mr. Mardi.

"Ever now also some time ago, there are residents here who are desperate to make grass nyari in the area. Make the animal feed he said. He unconsciously entered the village. And coming home he was even rich crazy for a week.yelling rich fear that, said Pak kyai who ngobatin he said he kempelan demit it, so, after a week rich maniac finally same pak kyai in ruqyah to lose demitnya although not fully healed, and now...,". Tukas sir Mardi with a serious look.

"Why is he now, sir??,". Ask enthusiastically.

"Hiiiii the father suddenly creeped out if the story out here son, let alone be willing to magrib, ora ilok (not good), mending we just go in and continue the story inside,". Answer mr. Mardi.

We both decided to go inside the house. The turn time between day to night, in Javanese tradition downhill is one time that is not good to be outside the house or doing worldly activities. Surup surup ilu wektu sing Ora ilok (time change to the night was not a good time). Mr. Mardi and I then sat on the couch at Mr. Mardi's house. A large and comfortable sofa with a wooden table decorated with beautiful winding grooved sculptures is also complicated, with a variety of classic items that seem to be collections from the owner of the house, it's a beautiful perch on her brivet. In addition to the crystal chandelier that is in charge of illuminating this room, making my eyes like pampered. Design A blend of traditional and modern! Truly a beautiful artful home, my inner.

"Sir, I'm still curious about the same continuation of the story earlier, hehehe,". I said after waiting for Mr. Mardi to pay three rakaatnya.

"Owalah still want to hear the father of the story toh le, hehehe, sorry the father was forgetfulness, oh yes later cook a lot of symbols so later we have dinner with ya nak Mahesa,". Said mr. Didik.

"Thank God, thank you, sir, I'm so bad,". I bowed because I was so sad.

"It's okay, son, we've become new relatives, hehehe, after all the cooking symbols are very much this time, oh yes you continue the story want?,". Reply to Mardi.

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"So when the Tono had already returned home grass, at home he was even confused that, rich people dazed especially if he met a girl, he could raging-ngamuk could even hurt the girl he met. So it's because it's dangerous that Tono ends up in brackets in her room.". Obviously Mr. Mardi.

"Good for her behavior that is like a fidelity see the girl just one week. If said Pak Kyai who doain him at that time said that he was stuck. After being treated by Mr. Kyai he gradually realized and remembered the people around him. Because it has been considered normal so thought Pak kyai that the child was healed. However, the strangeness has not ended as it turns out..,". Mardi continued to sigh.

"Si Tono so often cry without cause and can cry anywhere. There is no definite clock and do not see the place, maybe that's what can describe so abstract the Tono. Sometimes he defecates at times suddenly cry, sometimes he again nyari grass suddenly cry, always once an hour around 1 pm. Tono's parents came and asked my son Wulan for help. Because the Tono cry from 11 pm has not stopped and now even hit his head on the wall to the wall in their house which was white to reddish because of the blood of the Tono who had soaks it. Because it was too dangerous finally Tono until now in the key in the room, and his hands on his feet tied up in the bed. Tono's parents are not unloved but because of the dangerous condition of his son that makes them forced to do that.". Continue mardi sad.

"My anterine pocket to Tono's house is yes Mr Mardi?". I ask the man in front of me.

"What do you want, son???,". Ask Mardi astonished.

"I just want to see sir he said tight, who knows Mahesa can help doain,". Reply softly. Mr. Mardi looks to nod his approval sign.

"Assalamualaikum, Wulan home,". Greetings from the man who took care of me in polindes, midwife Wulan.

"Girandmoru,". Answer me and Mr. Mardi in unison.

"Your apostle accompanied Mahesa first, father suddenly his stomach mules this.". Mr. Mardi held his stomach.

The woman then approached me looking at me deeply. I feel like an intimidated criminal. He then sat down next to me quickly he opened the white box of P3K that he was carrying. It held my chin, and he looked at the bandage wound on my temple that was beginning to peel. Pull it with all his might.

"Awwww, you're crazy. Can take off my handsome eyebrows,". My words complained of holding back the resentment towards the midwife whom I admired a moment ago.

"Upsss sorry yes, I intentionally hehehehe,". The answer made me a little dopey.

"Basic midwife freak,". Mumbles.

"Sorry, I'm just kidding, don't be mad,". Said the midwife gently by cupping both hands on my cheek.

What the fuck, his face is so cute. Wear megang cheek again, duh later if his parents see can be slaughtered me here. But looking at the midwife's face up close is getting sweeter, really similar to Amanda Manopo version 2. My mind is in my heart.

He replaced the bandage that was already full of blood with a new one. This time, everything was done gently and carefully. I forgot about the incident a minute ago. I assume that was a greeting from her introduction to me. His gentle and painstaking attitude gave me a glimpse of the figure of Febi Sekarayu at home while caring for me who had fainted from tiredness.

"Yu, what are you now, I miss....

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