President Cilok
63 Foundations of disbelief

Joglo house design with a modern touch. The application of roofs in modern joglo houses presents a very unique combination in a house. The shape of the roof that resembles a pyramid is inspired by the shape of a mountain.

Grandpa Bagaskara walked first into the courtyard of a very spacious house, beautiful white nusa flower trees look dazzling blown by the wind of the night. With the impression of a yellowish light highlight that is neatly lined up in some point of view of the typical home page joglo.

Damar and Wulan, as well as some of Grandpa Bagaskara's aides walked in the back, the Host. Damar looks very carefully at the building of the house he saw at night. Born in the city of Gudeg makes it very fond of this original Javanese building.

Damar circulated the view, and passed a large enough pendopo on the side of the main house, and there was a gurgling sound from the fish pond not far from the existence of the pendopo. Add a beautiful and natural impression. Pain in his face due to bogeman from the hands of bodyguard Kusumo he did not feel. However, it can not be denied Damar felt rattles entering the courtyard of this magnificent house.

Walking hand in hand with Wulan, his bully sense seemed to want to slash the awkwardness that was in his chest and mind. Damar tucked his fingers in Wulan's stained fingers.

Wulan was surprised by Damar's increasingly bold action to tempt him. He turned his head to look at Damar from the side who was circulating his eyes looking straight ahead.

With his left hand, Wulan pinched not just pinching, he slightly twisted the pinch on the back of the left hand Damar who grasped his right fingers. Making Damar gasp, immediately release his hand, then turn to Wulan who was putting on a super-jutek face. Damar just put on his slengea look, and blinked his eyes, plus slightly raised his lips before Wulan.

Wulan increasingly glared and flicked her lips, “Mesum!” greget Wulan is upset about Damar's attitude. Could be, the man beside her was joking while walking behind her Grandfather and there were some aides walking behind them.

The main door of the modern joglo house was revealed, with two men in black uniforms opening it. “Master,” a reply to Grandpa Bagaskara.

Grandpa Bagaskara just nodded thinly, then turned around and found the strangeness of the look on the face of his grandson who was teasing Wulan. “Ekhemmm..!”

Deheman Grandpa Bagaskara, instantly distracted Damar who was staring at Wulan by blinking his eyes, and also Wulan who returned the blink of Damar's eyes by snorting annoyedly.

Damar and Wulan immediately gasped to hear Grandpa Bagaskara's deheman who was quite loud, then looked at Grandpa Bagaskara. Damar casually sat with his Grandfather, even impressed indifferently, he still keeps a sense of annoyance in remembering the attitude of Grandpa Bagaskara when at the funeral of his Father.

But not for Wulan. This one woman was embarrassed, half-dead embarrassed, she lowered her head deeply while closing her eyes, feeling the goosebumps of disco.

‘Well, loh.. die me!' grunts of Wulan in the heart.

“Log in!” say Grandpa Bagaskara, to Damar and Wulan.

Wulan still lowered her head, then replied to Grandpa Bagaskara with just a thin nod. While Damar is still silent, and feels awkward to see the room in the house that shows the splendor of the joglo building.

Damar's silly incident was teasing Wulan, not only witnessed by Grandpa Bagaskara, but also witnessed Grandpa Bagaskara's aide who was still standing behind Damar and Wulan.

Grandpa Bagaskara looked back at his eight aides, “You can go home, your task is done.”

“Good Mr.” Simultaneously all aides Grandpa Bagaskara. They left Grandpa Bagaskara's residence.

Grandpa Bagaskara looked back at Damar, “Come on Damar,”

Damar and Wulan went inside the house

The two people who were still standing next to the inner door of the house, while mesam-mesem saw the behavior of the two expired young men in front of the wide door with slick wood carvings. Instantly let out a smile when he found Grandpa Bagaskara staring at the two and ready to wait for orders. They closed the door back.

And before that, all the servants in Grandpa Bagaskara's residence already knew that Damar was their Master's grandson.

“Take cold water compresses and painkillers,” Grandpa Bagaskara told his two servants.

The two male servants who were already in their forty years nodded, and went to carry out Grandpa Bagaskara's orders.

Damar circulated his gaze, staring at the entirety of the living room of his Grandfather's residence. He saw a set of sofas in the middle of the room, with clear crystal decorative lights hanging over the middle of the living room. There is also a sofa set of different colors, in the left corner of the living room with the piano.

And there's a big aquarium, containing golden red arowana. Damar was amazed the second time he entered this house after he had previously entered the residence of Ratna's parents. However, this time it is clearly different architecture and building style.

As for Wulan, he had visited Grandpa Bagaskara's house several times.

“Follow Grandpa, some are impatient to meet you Damar,” said Grandpa Bagaskara disperse the daydreams of Damar. Damar sat with his grandfather.

Bagaskara's grandfather first broke eye contact unilaterally, and walked ahead of Damar.

Upper: Baker gun, 19th century flintlock rifle

Second: M1903 Springfield, an early 20th century bolt-action rifle

Third: А-я-47, mid-20th century Gas operations, magazine-fed automatic rifle

Fourth: AR-15, mid-20th century magazine-fed rifle, semi-automatic rifle

There are many other rifles. “Is all this rifle legal?” mumbled wailing.

Although it is old age, Grandpa Bagaskara's hearing still works well. Without looking at Damar, he replied. “Of course all these rifles are legal, equipped with important papers of ownership,”

Damar rounded his eyes, hearing Grandpa Bagaskara's reply. He did not expect, his voice was very soft even as Grandpa Bagaskara's whisper could still hear it.

Damar again circulated his gaze, he stared at the archery child with various sizes and shapes. His mind and heart began to speculate that maybe Grandpa Bagaskara was a hobby of hunting or just collecting antiques and weaponry.

“This all belongs to your late Father, he loves to hunt. Wherever he went, and wherever the country he visited always took the time to buy these items. Despite having to painstakingly get permission for the ownership of weaponry.” concluded Grandpa Bagaskara as if he could read the question that lingered in his grandson's mind.

“Then, do you like to go to the forest and adventure?” asked Damar, his curiosity forgot his frustration with his Grandfather.

“Yes, Gusli does love nature and forests. Every time he has a long holiday, he will definitely adventure and hunt.” said Grandpa Bagaskara.

Damar mangosteen heard Grandpa Bagaskara's explanation of Gusli's youth which he did not know at all. “So, what did you look like as a teenager?” asked Damar enthusiastically, he felt his father's teenage life was something that interests him.

Bagaskara's grandfather stopped, followed by Damar and Wulan who had just been quiet.

Grandpa Bagaskara turned around and sat down with his granddaughter. “Did your mother never tell you about your father? Or as long as Gusli was alive, he was reluctant to tell stories and deliberately forgot all about the Wijaya family?”

Damar shook his head, he again felt his parents' past lives were so mysterious and only now began to reveal the truth.

Damar clearly did not know, he had been living together with his Mother and Father never once heard the lives of his parents when young. Even the matter of Grandpa and Grandma still feels foreign.

Grandfather Bagaskara let out a long sigh, belaiu shaking his head slowly, astonished. Then without saying anything else. Grandpa Bagaskara walked back and arrived in front of the room, then held the room door handle. Open it slowly.

Grandpa Bagaskara looked back at Damar, he hinted that Damar would follow him inside, Damar was silent he did not make a sound to answer.

The half-opened door is now wide open. The first thing Damar saw was a room with white paint shades with lighting lights not too bright, and more impressed dim. Grandpa Bagaskara looked at Damar and turned to look at Wulan who was standing behind Damar. “Come.”

Bagaskara's grandfather walked first, followed by Damar and Wulan.

Then Grandpa Bagaskara approached and sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze turned sad, staring at an old woman with a whitish rikma, a thin body covered with a blanket half of his old body. Who was lying on his side with his eyes closed crouching the picture frame of his only son.

His old Netra began to collect the tear dots floating on both of his eyelids. Slowly his old hand rubbed gently on the head of the elderly woman, who was lying low, fragile. His ego had left his family divided, it took a long time to make Grandpa Bagaskara realize, his greed and greed had hurt everyone, even now his only son was gone.

Damar was very attentive to the old woman who was lying down with her eyes closed, and hugged a medium-sized picture frame.

“Your grandmother should take a sedative every day. Even every time, to reduce his depression.” said Grandpa Bagaskara, shirking.

Damar widened his eyes, looked at his Grandmother's face and turned to look at Grandpa Bagaskara from the side. He did not think with his Grandfather had the heart to do so cruelly, giving anti-depressant drugs for so long to Grandma Ayudia which of course would have a negative impact on his health. However, Damar could not blame his grandfather.

Damar narrowed his eyes, still standing not far from Grandma Ayudia's bed. “The most unhappy people are those who think too much about themselves, hoarding material, status and fame!”

Bagaskara's grandfather fell silent, he felt touched by his grandson's words. That it is true, treasure, throne and fame can be the cornerstone of unbelief.

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