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Grief News

The door opened, Aunt Mary standing at the door, putting her left hand on her chest. A sense of relief was evident on his face when he saw Emune was there. There was something else that made him anxious but more than anything, the most important thing was to bring Emune into the house. There's someone he needs to meet.

“Thank God you're home. Come quickly enter,” take Aunt Mary.

“We were scolded by Mrs Bretien. He rampaged. Let Aunt see his face then, horrible. I don't understand why he's such a possessed man. Did Bibi know that she was happy to go around the village? A few days ago he caught a wet young man on a date. I mean, what's wrong with people dating?” cerocos Emune's.

“Darling, we better talk about that next time huh. There are important things you should know.” Mary Granthea took Emune into the house. People who feel sensitive can certainly feel the gloom that fills the house at this time.

Emune went into the house. The living room became darker as the side windows closed. Emune saw Uncle Henry sitting on a chair at the end of the dining table. On the other hand a man that Emune did not know rose from his seat as the two approached.

“Emune, sit here, Son,” said Uncle Henry.

Emune sat in a chair near Uncle Henry. Aunt Mary chose to stand. Emune wanted to ask but this atmosphere felt unpleasant. I don't know what's going on.

“This is Mr. Arrand, he is one of your father's best friends. He came from far away to deliver the news directly to you.”

Emune gasp. He was so happy that there was finally news about his father. It had been a long time since he had waited for a day like this to come.

“Master, is my father healthy? Where is he now? I'd really like to meet him.”  Emune could not wait to hear the news about her father.

Arrand, who had been standing since Emune's arrival, sighed softly. It is not heart but nevertheless he has to deliver it. Seeing Emune who was so excited, he was worried that the girl would be crushed hearing this news. Arrand takes off his hat and slowly reveals that Emune's father has passed away.

“Sorry, I just brought that sad news, Emune,” Arrand said.

Emune. His body trembled but not a single word came out of his lips. He did not even dispute the words of Arrand. His head was full of faces and memories with his father.

Arrand approached Emune. “I know it's heavy even more long enough you wait for your father to come back but I hope you're steadfast.” Arrand could not bear to see the young girl. Had the girl cried and gone berserk, it would probably have been more natural for her. Arran. “This is your father's stuff. He wants you to have it.” A silver box he put on the table. Emune only looked for a moment and then looked down.

“Thank you, Mr. Arrand. You are very good to take the time to come here,” said Emune softly while struggling to hold back his tears.

“I think Emune should rest,” Aunt Mary's advice. He knew his guests were clumsy with the situation and Emune needed time to receive the sad news. “Come on, you can rest in Clarice.”'s room Aunt Mary helped Emune up and brought him the little box.

Emune suddenly turned around and looked at Arrand. He rubbed his eyes for a moment. “Master, will you stay long in Ulrych?” ask Emune.

“No. I'll stay tonight but have to continue my journey to Eimersun tomorrow. Is there anything you need?” Arrand smiled faintly at the grieving girl.

“I beg you, before you go, please tell me all about Dad. I don't know if I'll ever see anyone who knows him again.”

“Thank you, Mr. Arrand,” said Emune once again.

Arrand nodded as he was************** his hat. He had gone through a crisis many times on the way but apparently delivered the sad news to a girl abandoned by her father many years ago was far more terrible. He did not like the mixed feelings that were tormenting him at this moment.

“It's not your fault, Mr. Arrand. The news is not fun. Come sit down, we'd better have a drink. Mary will prepare food for you. You must be Tired after walking away.” Henry Grantea poured beer for his guests.

“I'm not good with this kind of thing. Thank you but I don't want to trouble.” Arrand rejected the offer.

“No, no. Stay here tonight. My children had left for their cousin's house in the next village this morning. They'll be back tomorrow around noon or late afternoon. Don't hesitate.”

“Thank you. I hope Emune can take it.”

“She's a strong girl. Surely can.” Henry Grantea smiled. “Emune is no ordinary girl. If suddenly there is a big hail of stones here, I am sure he is the only one who will survive,” he said praising the height of his adopted son.

“Yes, she's a special girl,” says Arrand.

Arrand smiled. He sat in a chair near the friendly host. At least during this time Emune was guarded by two very good people, he whispered inwardly.

Emune's grief was spilled in Clarice's room. Under ordinary circumstances, he would be agape at the decorated room like the noble princess's room but due to the news of his father's death, for Emune everything was gray. Aunt Mary brought him some honey and water. Aunt Mary hugged and calmed her the same as the night she was abandoned by her father. Emune, who never knew her real mother, was sure that her mother would be as good and warm as Aunt Mary.

“Rest after dinner, Emune. You'd be better off getting some quick sleep tonight. Tomorrow morning after breakfast, you can talk to Mr. Arrand. You must want to know a lot about your father, right?”

“Iya Aunty. I was completely abandoned by Dad. Finally he can meet Mom,” murmured Emune.

“Honey, patience. Cry as much as you can tonight but tomorrow you'll smile considering how great your parents are and they're united now. You're a strong boy, Emune,” said Aunt Mary. He kissed Emune on the forehead and left him to rest.

Tears that had not wanted to come out now flowed profusely on the sidelines of Emune's sobs. He has often experienced sadness and he is almost used to overcome it with the suggestion that behind all the sadness there will be good things waiting for him.

Emune's handkerchief was wet with tears. He's feeling hungry. A slice of bread and cheese is enough to fill his stomach temporarily. The room light started to dim as Emune was about to open the box given by Arrand.

Behind her curiosity, Emune refuses to open it. He wanted to remember his father for longer tonight. Maybe tomorrow is a better time. Emune blew the oil lamp on the table and laid himself down.

“Dad, Mother, be happy there,” Emune said. His eyes closed softly and darkness put him to sleep.