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Part 19 Sekar is Nayla

Mayla's scream made us both rush in and look for her.

The girl swiftly entered Mayla's room.

As he opened the room door, he slightly widened his eyes.

He then entered, and immediately headed to Mayla's open window, and darted out like before.

I saw Mayla pass out on the floor. Clothes ripped.

"Oh my goodness, May! Why you!" I immediately approached and patted her cheek hard.

He moved not long.

"Sir," he said slowly still half conscious.

"May, what's wrong with you? You're okay, aren't you, May?" much worry.

"So someone came into my room. She ... Ih, mba serem. I'm afraid," he said sobbing.

I hugged him so he could be calmer

"Udah is okay. There's Nayla's mba here. Mas Wira is also chasing the guy," I said to make Mayla feel safe and protected.

I took Mayla to bed, and I accompanied her as she waited for her return.

Hopefully Wira can catch that guy.

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Pov hero

He finally showed up. This is the best chance to catch him. I'm after that guy, and I'm not going to let go this time.He was wrong to choose Mayla as a victim.

I kept running after him. Lucky all this time I continue to exercise and exercise to maintain my stamina and ability. He ran deep into the forest.

I keep following him. Even to the pit of hell, I won't be daunted.

His movements are very fast. But I can still balance it.

Until I saw him go into a pretty big old shack. Like it's a warehouse to store agricultural materials. The aroma of rice was very characteristic through the base of my nose.

When I got in there, the atmosphere was quiet. No matter how he hides, I can find him.

I kept walking through room by room. This place is quite big. Although still, this building is not habitable for any human. I'm staying alert.

I felt a shadow behind me.

Quickly, I grabbed a long bamboo then squatted down and slashed his legs.

Araaaakkk!!

Although it was not a sharp weapon, but it could very well make her grimace in pain. When she let her guard down, I kicked her right around her neck.

I know it's time for him to find the victim, and his abilities are nothing to do with me. Moreover, the collision he was after failed. He must be confused and anxious. At this time, his abilities will decrease because he is not focused.

When he fell, I approached him. I turned his hands back. I pulled a rope over there, and I tied it to her hand. I dragged him violently, he kept shouting for release. But unfortunately, I don't care.

Arriving at Nayla's house, apparently the condition of the house is already rather crowded. The neighbors have arrived. Maybe Nayla asked people around for help.

And when I came, they turned to me with frowns.

Papa Nayla came to me.

"He who is the hero? Why are you dragging like that?" ask her.

"He did it, um," I replied flatly.

"Geez!" they're shocked.

Then Nayla told some people to take her to a nearby mosque she would be tried there.

There's an ustadz who's gonna solve this problem. Even the science he had would be withdrawn, so that he could not do strange things again and harm people again. I don't want to interfere after this. Let this be their business. I just catch and hand it over to the more knowledgeable.

Tonight was really stressful, even though it wasn't my first time.

However, what scares me is if anything happens to Nayla's family. Nayla will be sad, and I can't bear to see her like that.

When I entered Mayla's room, I saw Nayla keep looking at her sister. I'm sure he's worried about his sister.

"Where's Mayla?" ask me while standing in the doorway.

"Udah calm anyway. He could just sleep. From that cry on," said Nayla while continuing to look at her sister.

I approached her and touched her shoulder slowly.

"You don't worry about that. Mayla is okay. I won't let you get hurt" I said reassuringly.

Then he smiled.

I told him to go back to his room to rest as well.

After making sure these two sisters are safe and sleep well, I was about to go to the terrace. It felt like the atmosphere made me want to breathe fresh air for a while outside.

However, when he reached the living room, his papa nayla was still there. He is working on some documents. This caught my attention. And made me want to get closer.

I don't know what documents. I don't really understand. Maybe Papa Nayla's unfinished job was.

"Lho, Om not asleep yet?" ask me to stale while approaching.

"Eh Hero. Haven't. Again get this sorted out, important documents. Mayla will apply for a scholarship to attend college. So it takes all this," he said.

I sat with him.

Scroll down the nightstand next to me, there were a few photo albums piled up a lot.

I took 1 album. I opened it and there were many pictures of their family there.

Even from Nayla being a baby, I smile at her own smile looking at her. She's cute and cute cute.

Papah nayla glanced at me who was busy by myself. I realized it but refused to respond.

"Nayla was from childhood. I love being photographed" he said, starting a conversation about their family. I just smiled in response, while still focusing on the picture of the photographer on the lap. The photo paper is rather faded, showing the length of time the object was kept.

I noticed some old photos of Nayla's extended family. The photo is black and white. Apparently the nayla family is very attentive to old photo photos. Maybe so that the posterity and the next offspring can see the great-grandmother. Up to the last page of the photo album, my eyes were rounded.

There's a painting of a woman I know very well. Every detail I really memorized.

From the decorations on his head, to his favorite clothes as well.

Is he really sekar???

I asked Papah Nayla about the picture.

"Sorry Om, whose painting is this?" my many.

Papah nayla turned his head and sharpened his vision.

"Ooh that. That's our ancestor. This one is called sekar. She was my great-grandmother far back in the past."

The deg!!

"Dark? It looks like Nayla, doesn't it?" I tried to cover up my shock.

"Yes, it's very similar. Now then, how, yeah, explain it.

Yes, the point is one of our ancestors if it is complicated, son hero. I just don't really understand. It's just that his face looks like my son's, so I keep the painting. Hehehe," he said, then again struggling with the documents in front of him.

I touched the painting. The size is not so big. I memorized it right. Every scratch of his.

That's my painting. I painted Sekar first. Not only one, there are several Sekar paintings that I have managed to make, and I did not expect that this is one of them, and until now there are still. Then they ... Sekar's Descendants? But how can it be?

I don't feel my eyes are glassy.

I hid my face while wiping away the tears that were almost dripping.

Does Nayla not know about this?

He is a descendant of Sekar?

Does reincarnation really exist?

If not, why are their faces so similar?

It was like they were like twins.

Ah, I can't keep thinking about Sekar. I don't want Nayla to be sad again like yesterday.

For me Sekar is the past and Nayla is my future.

Even if I still doubt this.

I can't bear to see her with me. I feel unworthy of her.

"It's late, Mom. Rest there." papah nayla patted my shoulder slowly.

It was as if he knew I was daydreaming.

"Oh yes, Om. Also a break. It's night," I said.

I finally expressed my intention to sit on the terrace. I better get some sleep now.

I don't want Nayla nagging tomorrow morning at the sight of the black ring around my eyes that would have appeared, if I hadn't slept last night.

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Pov nayla's.

I woke up the hero who was still hiding under his blanket.

"Wake up!" I shouted close to his ears.

"Hmm" he just kissed me without paying any heed to me. Even close the blanket.

I didn't give up on getting him up.

I blow his ears, and that's the thing that's gonna make Wira laugh.

And sure enough, he laughed, but he immediately pulled me and put me in the blanket.

I screamed. But he covered my mouth with his palm.

"God! Don't yell that, guess I'll do anything!!" said the hero while smothering my mouth continuously.

I nodded in understanding.

His hands were out of my mouth. Then she hugged me gently.

If Gini can I go to sleep with him again. It would be bad if mamah papah see.

Fortunately, they left this morning.

Stay Mayla alone at home again sorted out her room that looks like a broken ship.

"Wake, yuk.  Mementin breakfast," my whine and then shake the body of the Hero who is like a stone if it is sleeping. Maybe, could she have lived this long because she had a long sleep like a princess sleeping in a fairy tale?

"Where papah is it? Mayla?" ask the hero still hugging me.

"mamah papah left this morning. Mayla is fasting again. Let's get a scholarship he said."

"Hm. Yes, I washed my face first," said the hero then moved from his sleep but his eyes were still closed.

Before long she came out of the bathroom with a fresher face.

"Yuk." she reached out her hand to me. Then we headed to the dining room.

We had breakfast mama's cooking.

"Why did you wake up so early?" many wonder.

"Yes, Semalem can't sleep. Think of you," he replied.

"Gombal," I said.

"But it likes to be combined" he said as he continued to tease me.

I just roll my eyeballs in response to heroes who sometimes behave like this.

"Oh yeah, we'll go for the road."

"Come," said Wira while spooning the fried rice into his mouth.

I feel like I want to bring heroes around my city, more precisely my village.

I'm sure he'll like it. Because the atmosphere here is still beautiful. People love this natural environment. His eyes remind him of his old life.