Namoras
Secrets about Kenza

The Mercedes Benz S-class dented on the front of it stopped right in front of a private hospital in Batu city.

From inside, Kenza accompanied by Namora rushed into the hospital.

Inside, he saw a doctor like he was waiting for him. When he saw this, Kenza's feelings were immediately unfounded.

"Good night, doctor!" Kenza to the Doctor. He knew that this doctor was the one who examined his grandmother's illness this afternoon.

"Kenza?" The doctor looked straight at the young man.

"real sir. I'm Kenza. And this is my best friend!" Kenza pointed towards Namora. "Sir. What about my grandmother?"

Hearing a question from Kenza, the Doctor took a heavy breath, then said. "Kenza. We've been trying. However, your grandmother's illness is already too severe. This is exacerbated by age. We've done our best. But...,"

"But what doctor?" Kenza is starting to panic. He urged the doctor to explain.

"I'm sorry we. As ordinary people, we are just trying. Indeed, life and death are decisive. He is an almighty God. I hope, this Kenza sister can be steadfast in dealing with it!"

The doctor's words are how Godam's hammer hit Kenza's heart.

Brugh..! Without notice, the plastic bag of fruits he was carrying had fallen and was strewn on the floor. Tears also flowed without being able to be dammed again.

"Grandmother...!" Kenza immediately ran through the hospital corridor and directly pushed the door of one of the rooms.

Namora is completely numb for now.

"It's dreaming. It's dream..!" Kenza patted her own cheek. It definitely hurts. He bit his arm, and the pain he felt.

"Bang!" Namora rebukes Kenza.

"Namorah. Tell me this is a dream!"

"No. I hope you can be strong!" Answer Namora. Although his face was expressionless, but his eyes were clearly glazed.

"Mr...!" Kenza roared loudly. He crawled closer to the bed and flailed. He no longer had the strength to stand.

"grandmother. Kenza brought money. Kenza has some money. Grandma can take medication. Why not wait for Kenza?"

Namora could not bear to hear the wailing. He was also on the floor. There is a chair there. Right now all she could do was, let Kenza let go of all her grief.

"I'm done. I'm done!" Kenza said desperately. All this time, the strength and motivation of his life was because of his grandmother. Since her father died when she was a child, her mother has been married again. Since then, she has been taken care of by her grandmother. However, he had not had time to make the grandmother proud, his grandmother even went home. How he didn't feel hit.

Seeing that Kenza had subsided a little, Namora got up, and helped her upperclassman to stand up.

Now Kenza slowly pulled the white cloth that covered his grandmother.

When she saw the face of the person who had raised her, her cries burst out again. That situation lasted almost half an hour. Although the voice was hoarse, but the crying was still there. This made Kenza's eyes swell.

"Morah. I have to take care of my grandmother's body. If you want to go home, you can go home now. I'm fine!" Kenza looked towards Namora. He has shed all his tears. Now it seems he is willing and starting to make peace with reality.

"I'll call my Uncle. I will accompany you! That won't be a problem!" Answer Namora. He immediately got out of the room, then made a phone call to say that he did not come home and accompany his best friend do the hospital.

At first, Mirna was surprised. He thinks that Namora is okay. But after being explained, Mirna finally felt relieved and allowed Namora to accompany her best friend.

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The next day, just after the funeral for the Grandmother, Kenza was seen sitting at her doorstep. His face was haggard and there were no rays of life in the young man's eyes.

Today, several high school friends still live there to provide moral support and comfort her. After all, Kenza is a little prince in Tunas Bangsa State High School. Many girls pay attention to him. Coupled with the calamity he had experienced, then they tried to comfort him.

Namora, who could not stand being repeatedly subjected to insults, finally decided to go home. He asked the taxi driver to drive himself to the hospital to pick up Ameng's car. All the motorcycle taxi drivers also drove Namora back along with the car and followed by her friend riding a motorcycle from behind. With this, Namora had to pay two motorcycle taxi drivers at once.

Meanwhile, while Kenza was sitting alone, she was suddenly approached by a middle-aged woman whom she knew was a helpful neighbor when her grandmother was sick. In the woman's hand, there was a small carved wooden box.

After standing in front of Namora, the middle-aged woman said a word to encourage Kenza, then handed him the wooden box.

"Kenza. Your late grandmother left this to mother to give to you. I don't know what it is. You can see for yourself!" Said the neighbor woman while handing over the small wooden box in her hand.

Kenza stared at the woman for a moment, before she received the wooden box.

After the woman left, with trembling hands, Kenza opened the wooden box in her hand, then pulled out a piece of paper. It looks like it's a will.

"Kenza. Grandma might not be in this world much longer. Grandmother's disease cannot be cured. So, before she died, she asked a believer to write you this letter. It's about you.

Kenzas. You're not actually the son of your mother and father. And grandma's not your real grandmother. Grandma wanted to say this. But grandma doesn't.

Kenza, you need to find out who your parents are. Because, actually, you're just being tipped off by someone who no one knows who he is. Your father died not of illness, but was killed by someone who wanted to take you. Your mother managed to escape and gave you to me. Grandma doesn't know right now whether your foster mother is alive or dead. Actually, sending you to Jakarta is just a cover to remove the tracks. After everything died down, you grandmother pinta to return and continue education in Batu city. And that also removes the trace. Know that your existence continues to be hunted. Until at the end of the last ten years, everything just subsided. But you have to find yourself. Grandma had no clue other than a ring given by the man who gave you to your father. Grandma was hoping that this ring could be a clue for you to find out who your parents are.

End of Grandma, take care of yourself. Don't regret Grandma's passing. Life, death are determined. Remember to live well!"

Kenza slowly folded the letter. Then he gazed again towards the chest, and he saw a ring made of black jade headed wolf. Several Sanskrit letters are written around the ring.

Kenza took pains to translate the intent of the Sanskrit script through various translator applications and it is certain that the meaning of the ring is, 'Ruler!'

(For more details, there will be a separate story about this Kenza)

Once she finished reading the letter, Kenza immediately put on the ring, and it happened to fit perfectly on her thumb.

He stood up, then immediately packed up his belongings. Because this house is a rented house and their property has been sold out to finance the treatment of his grandmother, then after his grandmother died, Kenza already had nothing else to keep occupying this house. What else is his memory with the grandmother will be very difficult to forget if he stays.

Now, Kenza will leave this Stone city and somewhere, he himself does not know. What is clear is that he will be looking for his identity.

Seriate...