Mystery of Grandma's House
What You Didn't Realize!

The morning dew still drips gently from the green foliage. The cold still felt bone-chilling. In the old ayu house, there were many residents who helped the funeral of Didik mas. He died with great respect in his chest. There is no more cheerful laughter, attitude nylenehnya said he who likes ceplas-celos. Now everything has left us into memories that cannot be repeated. Leaving a deep sadness for those of us who feel the loss of her cheerful figure.

It had been a day passed after the incident on Friday night pahing it. Today we are planning to perform a funeral for the body of Didik who was found by the police who returned to directly comb the cursed area. Even though the body was almost burned. But we buried his body properly. Seen ayu so visibly hit over the departure of the only remaining member of his family.

Iron coffins with green cloths along with strands of flowers and lace tawhid sentences decorate each side have now been lifted. Four are in position. Together we walked as we continued to chant the word tawhid. I tried to calm the ayu who kept crying while hugging a basket of sow flowers.

Seen ayu who received burns also helped deliver the body to reach the village cemetery area. The sadness he felt as he lost the only family he had. In addition, burns that spread on part of the face and eyes are still not completely dry will certainly leave permanent wounds in his lifetime.

The day is starting to get hot. The sun arrogantly had already started to stand right above us. The heat began to run through our nape that was present at the funeral mas Didik today. The prayers of one of the ustadz have all been finished. Many mourners have resigned because they have to continue their economic activities, leaving only a few people in the tomb of this village.

Not felt this time the tomb was completely deserted, Leaving me, Wulan and Ayu who were still at home looking at the mountains of land that had been engraved the name of our friend on the tombstone. We all really feel the loss of a figure who is able to make us entertained in times of distress hit our hearts.

"What are your plans for the next son?" Tanya ayu while wiping her tears that were still wet.His eyes were so swollen.

"I just want to live a happy life, nothing more. We can only plan yu, but God is decisive. What about you yourself, Yu? You have no desire to move. In general, this village has given a lot of bad memories for your life." I stared back at Ayu.

"I will remain in this village Son, will this be my village after all. And that house is my mother's. I'm not willing to leave a lot of sweet memories here even though those bitter memories always come over." Sayu stared at the sky with a pushy look. The sympathetic Wulan directly embraced ayu's shoulders gently. It was as if giving Ayu positive energy.

"Never feel alone Ayu. We'll always be there if you need help, there's us who always think of you as family." Wulan said to calm Ayu who began to shed her tears again.

"Thank you." Short ayu reply.

"At least, now you and I can fly free yu, like a pigeon.flying through walls and chains that have long shackled both of us and our families." I closed the conversation of the three of us. the three of us seemed to dwell in each other's minds. Because the heat had begun to spread throughout our bodies, I immediately bid farewell to go home to the Didik mas. I hope you can be calm in nature.

"Mas Didik, we all go home first huh. You must be happy there, I'm sure. Oh yeah, I'll definitely make your message fit in the coffee shop that night mas. That's why I'll pray from there. Thank you for making such sweet memories for all of us. Assalamualaikum mas Didik.." I said farewell to pusara mas Didik. Take a deep breath, try to breathe. It still does not believe that you have to leave us so soon. Finally with heavy steps the three of us walked away from this public cemetery.

"Emang mas Didik what message by?" Wulan asked innocently when she reached the side of the big road.

"Hehehehe. the deceased used to say, he wanted to have a lot of pounding he said so rame wul. So..." I said while embracing Wulan who still looked confused.

"So what by?" Reply to Wulan innocently while trying to release my embrace that draped on his shoulder.

"So from today, I'll eat you every night. Hehehe." Tukasku teased Wulan by pinching her nose.

"Ihh.shame ah by...." Wulan's grousers had already broken away and were walking faster.

"Hahaha.basal midwife is strange" I could see the behavior of Wulan is so cute in my opinion.

"Hemm, you seem to be happy with Wulan?" Ask ayu who has walked parallel to me. Ayu quickly caught up with me from behind.

"Hmmm, that's it." I said briefly and rushed back to Ayu's house where our vehicle was parked.

We finally arrived at Ayu's house. Immediately after that I asked ayu for permission to return home. And promised to take the time to follow the tahlilan later. I can't help out here any longer. Wulan from yesterday has complained of not feeling well. We'll stop by the clinic shortly after we get home.

"Mbak Ayuu, we say yes first. assalamualaikum.." said Wulan and I say goodbye to the owner of the house.

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POV: Ayu

With a heavy heart his eyes continued to look at the backs of the beautiful men and women who were in the drunken romance. His chest was tight and sore. Like thousands of thorns piercing from within his heart looking at that sight. He also until now did not understand how he could release the Son of Mahesa for Andre. Now the regret is stifling his chest.

"Fly free you say? Hiks..hikss.. Don't you realize it Son?!" Ayu's mind felt more pain.

With a face covered in her black veil. Covering some of the burns that scratched her sweet face. It was as if the events of the past had not only damaged his face but all of his future as well. With tears and a mouth that did not stop cursing how unfortunate his fate was he continued to stroke the rough scar until it was slightly peeled off and bleed fresh..

Arrrggghhh.....

"How am I supposed to fly if you break my wings yourself, you idiot?!"

"hiks..hiks....hiks...."

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@This story was written by Nocturnal.

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