You Sweet Memories In My Suffering
CHAPTER 23: The Unexpected Guest

After the sound of shards hitting the wall rang out, the door just closed from outside.

Kinanti grabbed her head that was throbbing pain, but hurriedly checked Nana's condition.

"Dec, is anyone sick?"

Kinanti panicked, especially the bathroom lights that were still out made her unable to see clearly.

Not to mention the door blocking the light from the outside, Kinanti did not dare to just shift her body afraid of hitting another glass fragment.

"Sister, I'm afraid," said Nana, closing her body to Kinanti.

Kinanti's heart ached to hear it, why Nana's young life had to go through this.

"Nana sorryin Brother. Sorry for not being able to do anything" Kinanti said with her shoulders beginning to shake.

"Is there anything sick?" ask Kinanti again to make sure.

"No brother, it's cold."

Kinanti immediately hugged Nana tightly, trying to keep her sister warm.

"Sister, what is this?"

Kinanti ducked down, opening her eyes wide to see what Nana meant.

"I'm into the drops, my goodness Brother! It's blood, Brother wounds, it's Brother's wounds," whined Nana who started crying back.

Kinanti then touched the temple that was painful earlier, sure enough there was fluid that kept coming out of there.

Kinanti used her other hand to keep Nana's grip on the increasingly hysterical.

"Sister is fine, this is a small wound doang.''

Kinanti pressed firmly on the temple, hoping for the blood to stop that very second.

"Sister! It must hurt, sorry Nana, sorry Nana Brother."

"Yes, I'm sorry, don't cry anymore."

"Sorry Nana" said Nana, still feeling guilty.

Kinanti took a towel that looks stuck on the bath, half is still dry while the part that goes into the wet water tub.

After squeezing the towel, he then covered Nana's entire body.

"So actually why did you grab those beads? Are you really the one who took it?"

Nana looked down, but she answered.

"Sorry Brother, I think in that way I can get a lot of money."

"Mana-"

"Yes I know stealing is not good and Brother always talks about it. But I want to spend a lot of money, so we can get out of here."

"Are those beads you're selling?"

"Yes, I sold it to the friends, uh even caught," said Nana sounding sad.

How can Kinanti be angry, Nana's intention even made her touched, yes even though the way is wrong.

"Whatever the reason, stealing is still wrong Dek," said Kinanti reminded.

"Sorry, brother."

"Yes, I'm sorry, but don't repeat. But how did Grandma know?''

Nana was silent, maybe the boy was thinking why he could get caught.

"I don't know, when Brother came down. Grandma's out of the room already got my school bag."

Kinanti sighed, "No more ya."

"Yes Brother."

Kinanti slowly close her body to the wall, if you see a tight door is definitely locked from the outside.

Address they're going to sleep in the bathroom tonight.

"Be careful, Na, fear of getting your shard," said Kinanti reminded when her sister also shifted to find a comfortable position.

I don't know how long Kinanti had closed her eyes, when the door suddenly opened from the outside.

Kinanti had to blink a few times, because of the light that had swept through her eyes just like that.

"out! It was still a morning!"

Nana who was beside him also moved uncomfortably.

"Let's get up!"

Ignoring his buzzing head with lightning-fast Kinanti rose.

Fortunately he remembered there were many broken glass, Kinanti leaped out carefully

Grandma had passed downstairs, maybe she used the bathroom under her appearance was neat.

"Na, let's go out" said Kinanti to resuscitate his sister who is still trying to collect lives.

Luckily today was Sunday, Kinanti had nothing to fear about going to school.

After making sure Nana was wearing a full outfit, Kinanti deftly cleaned up the mess that happened last night.

Not only the plate, a few glasses of disgrace from the dish rack made Kinanti horrified to remember what happened last night.

Grandma really is possessed.

Kinanti took the plastic to insert the shards, her head back in pain.

"Sister, medicine used to be his wound," said Nana pointing at Kinanti's head.

Nana thrusts betadine and cotton on Kinanti.

When Kinanti languished back her temple, it turned out that the blood had dried.

Kinanti looked at herself in front of the mirror, to treat her injuries.

Kinanti almost screamed in surprise at her own reflection, her hair was disheveled, with a late dress yesterday had not had time to change.

Not to mention half his face was covered in blood.

Kinanti returned to the bathroom to wash her face, only then did she treat her own wounds.

Kinanti pressed rub around his wound with a cotton swab that he had poked betadine.

But there was not the slightest groan from his mouth, maybe there was but I don't know how Kinanti was used to enduring the pain.

"What a pain, brother?"

Nana had been watching her sister's every move.

"No, it's okay."

"Win!"

There was a cry from below, making Kinanti run down the stairs, because she did not want any more noise at home.

"Dek, please settle down, yes" asked Kinta Kinanti to Nana, because of the cotton she left behind.

Not as usual Grandma waited for Kinanti to go down the last rung.

Usually he would shout from the outside, making Kinanti feel a little strange.

"Why haven't you taken a shower?!"

"What's wrong, Grandma?"

Grandma gave a lazy look before replying, "That's your friend, she said there's a group assignment. How many times have I told you, never tell a home address to just anyone?!"

"Sorry Nek" said Kinanti.

Whoever comes to his house for that reason, even as Kinanti remembers he has no duty, other than drama.

Oh yes, the task of Cultural Art. But for what he trained, after all his role just became a rock.

"There's a spit, get out! Don't let in, if you need to go where I've met outside!"

Grandma Kinanti passed, just like that. Kinanti did not waste any time immediately running after.

A young man wearing a navy jacket sits in front of the shophouse, Kinanti trying to remember who the man was.

Perhaps because of hearing the approaching steps the man turned his head.

A second, two seconds, three seconds passed. Kinanti could barely breathe, considering her reflection on the glass earlier, how she could meet the man now.

It seemed like the same as Kinanti, her classmate seemed to freeze for a while before quickly rising to regain control of her expression.

"That's the Kinanti, if you can talk outside aja ya kiddo," said Grandma Kinanti who made-up very friendly and warm.

The young man then nodded stiffly, still maintaining his gaze on Kinanti.

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