Ash-boss
The departure of Grandpa Tito
From the roof of the school's main building, a creepy red-robed creature with its wings that were like a puff of black clouds was watching from a distance. Implies resentment and anger. Behind the mask of a human skull bone covering part of his face, the figure did not release his gaze from the other two figures on the roof of the building opposite the building where he was paying attention. As if it had been locked in his eyes would be the two figures he stared at. The creepy figure continued to pay attention and stared with anger.
“ It! ” Aksara handed over an old black-coated book she had given to the girl a few weeks ago. “ Yesterday you left it in class. ”
“ Yesterday??? ” ask Laras convince yourself.
“ Yes! ”
“ Ngg... ”Laras looked at the book in the hands of Aksara with a little confusion. As he remembered, the black-covered old book was always in his bag and he never took it out while at school.
The figure of Aksara directly turned his back to Laras who stood facing his front. It looks pretty strange in the eyes of Barrel. Aksara does not wear school uniforms like the others. Except wearing his black clothes. And even that black suit isn't a school Osis suit either. It was a black suit with a fairly expensive model and material.
“ Bring the book whenever and wherever you go. ” Aksara looked at Laras who was now standing face to face with her hair tied neatly back. Although the bond is quite high, but the long hair still looks very long. Those large round eyes looked carefully at the grasp of the black-covered old book that the Aksara had brought.
“ Why??? ”
Accompanied with a knotty smile, Aksara replied with a gaze that was completely far away from her.
“ The book is yours! ”
“ Why should I?? Why not someone else? ” Laras reassured once Aksara thrust the book into her hands.
“ Have you not seen it yourself? ” answer. Aksara stared and continued his sentence. “ The number of this book in the world is not so much, but also can not be said a little. Even those who have books like this can be called ordinary people but also cannot be called lucky people. ”
With a hint of hesitation, Laras slowly took the book out of the young man's hand before him. Before opening the front page of the book to make sure the Aksara speech is true, Laras looked at the figure of the young man with his wings that only remain bones. The wing looked a little flapped from the last time Laras saw it.
“ Who are you really? ” asked Laras without caring anymore would be friendly to maintain the privacy of someone to realize that they are now alone in the roof of the building.
“ I should know... You're what's that?? ” gazes for sure, Aksara flips her body and looks up to the sky.
He slowly took a deep breath and exhaled it. Simultaneously, a breeze filled the roof of the school building where they were standing. The atmosphere became quite different. The concrete roof of the school turned into a different place.
A place that suddenly became familiar in the memory of Laras. A place with a red brick walkway in the middle of the forest. Where in the brick border of the path there is a white flower plant with a small bell shape that adorns the streets that can be captured by the eye.
“ So... This place is not a dream? ” Adjustable clingukan. He remembers and recalls the thing that escaped his memory a few days ago and his memory yesterday. And it was the memory of her, Aksara, and another maroon-robed figure hiding behind a tree across the street where Aksara was holding her to shelter.
“ I've guessed! ” The characters that appeared from behind his back made Laras slightly shudder in horror. “ You will be able to immediately remember everything when you return here. ”
Laras. A fragment of his memory, he was only amazed by the scenery presented around him. Also with the figure of such a different character. He who is now standing beside Laras with his high wife. Paying attention to the figure of a very charismatic Aksara makes Laras feel as if he and Aksara are from two very different worlds.
“ I can always see the shadow of the figure of the god of death, but never have I seen something like this elo. ” said Laras. His curiosity overcame all his reluctance to maintain his privacy as well as the privacy of others for him.
“ Open the book. ” said Aksara took a leisurely step towards the front. “ There is someone waiting for the old man in front of there. ”
Laras' hand was just about to open the front page of the black-coated old book when his eyes looked in front of him.
At the end of a road, there is another figure that is well known by Laras. The old, teary-eyed figure was wearing her proud clothes. A garment made of pure white knitted wool thread with a firm blue stripe on the circle of her chest. The brown pet hat and the old cigar he always held with a million happy smiles, he looked towards Laras who stood in silence and stiffness.
Tears that had previously pooled finally spilled over. Laras was reluctant to remember that this morning he had just spent time with the old figure. Eating the cooking made by the old figure for the return of his son. The figure that always awaits him in front of the fence only for a newspaper that Laras deliver in the morning.
“ Grandpa! ” call him kelu.
The barrel is completely powerless to remember every single thing that happened. Every memory of his grandfather named Tito.
...
his house, the grandfather was staring at the figure of Laras who looked into his house. He's one more time
smiling considering the figure of Laras who always greeted the morning. A little storytelling and shouting loudly because of forgetting time and more often shouting because of the delay in school.
Just remembered that he was baking a cake, the grandfather turned happy to go to the oven in his kitchen. A few steps into the kitchen, the grandfather felt pain in his left chest. His steps began to fall. Breath snorted. And his gaze slowly blurred and was fixed on a photo in the middle of the room. Grandpa with his wife and children.
At exactly the same moment when Laras saw Aksara enter the grandfather's house, he had breathed his last.
Walking towards his roasting oven, the grandfather's soul was fixated on seeing the figure of Aksara greeting him.
...
“ Nak! ” the grandfather gently stroked the hair Barrel. Her hair again unraveled and the little silver bell became a sweet embellishment on the long, unraveled hair.
“ Grandpa is really happy because every morning can be greeted by you. After the death of my late wife, there was no one I could talk to. Old age always filled with solitude. But the last seven years have been for grandfather, so it's worth it because you always say hello to grandfather. Always smiling and taking the time to share a lot of stories with grandfather. Thank ye. ”
Laras is still a whim. He still could not hold back his cries. Sadness is abounding within him. There was a sense that was so great. It feels like he wants to turn the time around and repeat this morning with the figure of Grandpa Tito who although looks fierce but actually he is very friendly.
“ Grandpa happy. Because before Grandpa gets to the end of the trip, grandpa can still see you. ”
Barrel terngada. He stared fixedly at the old, glazed figure.
“ Send grandfather with a smile. It means much more than a cry like it does today. ”
Laras. The tears were no longer dripping but still stemming in his eyes.
“ Do something you will never regret after this. ” Aksara patting Laras shoulder. He glanced at a silver bell that stuck sweetly to the right hair of the barrel.
The bell seemed to shake. And from the clattering sound that came out, the soul of a middle-aged woman with her black hair was smiling in front of the figure of Tito's grandfather. The middle-aged woman wearing a white top and long cream pants grabbed Grandpa Tito's body with a hariu.
“ Father! ” said. There are tears flowing. There was a very deep longing from the middle-aged woman's figure towards the grandfather who immediately welcomed the figure of the middle-aged woman who was the wife of the grandfather.
“ Forgive mom! Ibuk went ahead of mr. ” he said.
Grandpa Tito didn't say much. What the grandfather did was embrace the wife he missed so much for the past 15 years.
“ Mr kangen ibuk! I am so thankful that we met again after so long. ”
In the haru atmosphere that had happened, Aksara and Laras smiled very well to take two lovebirds who were reunited again on his last trip.
“ Where are they going??? ”
“ To a very good place. ” replied Aksara saw a golden orange glow at the end of the road.
The sound of clinking bells from the flowers called by the name of the lilly valley is a sign of happiness for the grandfather's partner with his wife who has been separated for 15 years.
“ Why me?? ” the sentence reverberated throughout the streets along with the clinking of the lily of the valley that was flying around them.
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