SURO
Aunt's relics

He immediately clumsily and pecked, put his hands down as soon as possible, and then pretended as if nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry, if it's presumptuous." in short, while going back to lunch.

I'm silent, aren't I.. It's not because he's presumptuous, or not because I don't like being touched by the Gasth'anhm race, it's just.. I was shocked, completely shocked when at first glance she looked like an aunt. For some reason, the feeling with him became strong, when I should have hated this guy.

But, I didn't realize, that we were laughing together just because of a little thing. As if, we've been close and together before.

"Yes already is. I'm not angry, just surprised." I muttered while returning to the food plate.

"meaning?"

"Because no one has ever touched me like that, except aunt, one-time mama, then you. It felt quite strange, like remembering something." He frowned, though he no longer dared to look at me. "How come, I liken you to aunty. In fact, you're a murderer, who killed the only person who loved me. I should have hated you, but I don't know.."

"Since then, I couldn't do that. To my mother, my father, my sister, or my family. I can't hate them at all. So many race hunters hate our presence, including me. But, none of my heart wounds came from the enemy. All my wounds come from the people I love."

This woman gasped, even to the point of curling a spoon onto her plate. He started to look at me doubtfully, but somehow.. This time I felt a feeling from the look in his eyes. "Someone you hate, won't be able to touch or hurt your feelings. Who can hurt you, is the one you love the most."

I was silent, listening to what he said just now. I put the fork I held onto the plate and moved. "Thank you, I'm full" I said as I left. I hate what he says, because I'm sure.. That's a truth.

I walked through my dining room, making the arts come closer to me. "Sir, why isn't the food touched? Is there any bad taste in your tongue?"

"His son, you eat everything. Same with the plates!" my reply.

They are confused. "His plate is eating too?" his tanyanya, makes me grimace.

"I mean the dishes will be cleaned." I said, making the look of their panicked faces turned to relief.

I went back to my room, it felt suddenly full instantly. I lost my appetite. I sat down leaning on the study table and picked up a pen and placed it between my nose and lips.

It's impossible anyway, but lest the woman's aunt's son?? I shook my head, no way. Any kid who kills his own parents. And from what I know, aunty's a widow, right? Just have one child. It means Vilhgasth'anhm's aunt has lost her head. So, it was impossible for the aunt family members to slaughter each other. Except they have many in one head of the family. It's just the rest of her aunt and her son.

So, that woman is not an aunt's child. After all, he himself confessed that he killed auntie. The evidence is also there, and indeed leads to him.

Speaking of aunt's son.. I remember the book I took. I wonder what it means too. If I maintain it now by relying on technology, it can certainly??

I opened my phone and picked up the untitled black book. I open the first sheet while looking for a translator who can read the writing from the captured image.

"It's like this one." I muttered as I pointed the phone camera at the book sheet, making the entire text appear in one shot.

I waited for the process to be completed, but this translator pointed me to a language I had never seen before. "Language translation in Kawi script?" I murmured while frowning. "Aksara Kawi?? What'sthat?" I actually wanted to know the contents of our family secret book, but somehow the Kawi script was more interesting to me.

My eyes read the phone screen when what I was looking for came out. "Kata Kawi itself comes from the Sanskrit word, which is kavya which means “poetry/syair”, which is the same as kakawin. In classical literature this word means a poet, creator or author. Based on the description, what is meant by Kawi is the language of an author or poet."

I cringed not understanding. "Kawi means the language of an author or a poet?? While the alphabet is a system of writing a language using symbols or the entire writing system from A to Z."

"What does this book mean, a poet who is making language using symbols?? But what does this have to do with my family? Why should the secret book contain this script?? Is it a secret, so this language is hard to translate??"

I shook my head, there must be a way to find out what it means. I went back to looking for the translation, the arranged words were very messy and unclear. Most of them do not contain anything important. This is his secret book?? Not not anymore.

At least I have to translate some of the contents first before giving this book into the hands of others. I've only met my aunt's son twice, aunt says he's a bad boy. So I have to be on my guard, who knows he's the bad kind of guy. I don't want to be taken advantage of.

The more I translate the contents of the book, the more I get dizzy with it. It's weird, it's really weird and it can't be understood. There are even some parts of the writing that cannot be translated because it is difficult to read by the system.

Is the aunt able to translate it? I doubt it, I just can't.. Masa' he can. But what's wrong with trying first.

.........

I glanced around, saw the tent in front of the aunt's house was removed, leaving traces of plastic cup waste and watermelon skin.

I was more alert, because yesterday aunt's son came from behind me just like that. I knocked quietly on my aunt's house, not making a sound until someone told me from the inside.

"No answer?" I muttered while pulling the doorknob.

"Open?"

I opened the door slowly while peering inside, revealing a leather chair that had been peeled off in the cat's paws. Last time I came here with auntie, the atmosphere was still the same.

"Aunty's son??" sapaku while glancing around carefully.

No sign of human existence?? I went deeper, showing the dining room with a worn-out chair and a tube tv. It seems like this is not only the dining room, but also the family room.

"Aunty's son?? You're in there?" sweep me again.

Is it not home?? Or sleeping??

I peeked into the room. If in the ethics of visiting someone's house, maybe now I have violated the rules because of carelessly entering into the private space of others.

I still glanced from the outside, not daring to go inside. In this cramped room, there was only an old couch, one worn-out closet and...

I was fixated, looking at a shabby bag by the bedside near the corner. This is the bag that my aunt brought me the last time I saw her.

I walked slowly, sat on the edge of the cot, then picked up my aunt's bag and opened the contents. Can I take one of the clothes that aunt used to wear?? At least it's a memento of him, and I'll keep it forever.

I pull a negligee shirt that my aunt wears very often during work breaks. When he pulled the shirt, something suddenly fell out of his pocket. I frowned, looking at a brown envelope. This is in the aunt's hand after getting out of the house. Is this aunt's severance pay??

I opened it, curious about the money which of course had not been touched by him, because he had already been killed before enjoying it.

When I opened the envelope, I gasped to find a paper inside. I read the details, and...

What does this letter mean?

Braak!!

The door to my aunt's room slammed, leaving me shocked to instantly reflect the paper and envelope into my pocket.

A man I've seen looks worriedly at me. "Master!!! I think who!! I was shocked to see the door open." he lamented, wiping off the sweat.

I smiled awkwardly as I got out of bed after sitting on it. "Ah.. I'm sorry to be disrespectful, I looked you all the way inside but you weren't there. I thought you were sleeping, so I got in here. And, I miss aunty, so open the contents of her bag. May I have one of her clothes to keep as a medicine for longing?" I asked, and this man sighed with a smile.

"What do I think, hehe.. Of course sir. Sir can have it." he said quickly. "By the way, what's the matter here?"

I glanced at him carefully. "I don't know your name yet, can we get to know you first?"

He looks surprised. "Huh? Is it true just because of that?" he asked with a confused face.

"What else is it? Let's say your name." I asked.

He looked down in front of me and then at my feet. "Include me, my name is Viktor Vilhgasth'anhm, sorry for my insolence during the meeting, without introducing myself first."

I nodded my head. "Oh, so that's your name. Okay, then, I have to go back first." I said quickly as I immediately gawked past him.

"It was a great hurry, sir. Like there's something you just found in this house."

The deg!!

My heart paused when I heard it, and instantly my body stared without command. "What do you mean?" ask me without turning around.

This man named Viktor immediately grinned at me, as if I was something that was about to be on his prey. "I know, it looks like you just hid something."

I'm silent, drugging.. Am I caught?

Seriate....