I'm Baras
Chapters 108. Grandpa Story

The grandfather seemed to find a new spirit in his life, all the way home his smile continued to be painted on his old face with a little hasty steps and took Mayra to walk a little quickly. "Come, in. Grandma must be happy to see your arrival," he said excitedly.

Mayra just nodded and followed the steps of the grandfather who felt different from leaving earlier. "Why, are you tired?" tanyanya paused for a moment.

Mayra shook her head even though at this moment her face was full of sweat and turned red. His hands repeatedly rubbed the sweat that fell on his cheeks. "Agh, it was very hot today" he said, stopping at the turn, "You wait here, just for a moment" he then stepped across the street.

His old hand looks so skillful picking some tree branches and stringing them wide, his lips momentarily smiled happily while flipping the branch he held. "Use this, so that your face is not stung by the sun," he added while giving a branch of the assembly.

"Thank you, Mother" he said to receive the branch given by the grandfather.

"Hows it? A little shady 'Kan?" tanyanya happy.

"Right, but what about Grandpa?"

"Well! Grandpa was common, even then ... Your father used to take Grandpa to the river. Well, right there behind the big house. Unfortunately the river is now dirty," the story of the smiling grandfather, it is clear from the look in his eyes there are beautiful memories that cannot be forgotten.

Entering the courtyard of the house, the grandfather immediately shouted calling the wife impatient. The old woman who was in the other room rushed out with a questionable face, looking at the husband in surprise. "Grandfather, what's wrong? Why is Grandpa's face so happy?" ask grandma suspiciously.

"See who is standing in front of us, he ... Mayra, his son Den Rusli, grandson of Ndoro Harjo," the story of his great grandfather.

Instantly Grandma's face sparkled happily, staring at Mayra in disbelief. "You-you? Den Rusli's son?" tanyanya did not believe.

"Yes, Grandma. I am Rusli's son" Mayra replied with a smile.

"Den ... Finally, you can also have children" she said, hugging Mayra tightly with her cries.

Mayra did not suspect if the address was found, leading him to people who so appreciate and respect his late father regardless of the incident in nature. "Sir, I'm glad I finally found a relative here" he said slowly, holding back tears that almost fell on his cheek, there was a sense of haru, sad, sad, happy and disappointed mixed into one now.

"Sir, are you gonna hold that kid?"

The grandmother immediately broke her embrace, eroding her neutrality that had since gone down. Staring at Mayra's loving face, gently rubbing the tops of the head as evidence of affection so long hidden. "Den, finally this Mbokmu can see your descendants," he said still sobbing.

"Sit down, please sit down!" the grandmother was patient.

"Thank you, Grandma, I didn't think Dad was dead, so many loved him" he said gently.

"Den Rusli, I already think like my own son," replied the sincere grandmother.

"Grandfather, I want to collect a promise," Mayra said.

The grandfather laughed happily, at this time all that was seen in his net was Rusli's shadow which was clearly painted through Mayra's face. "Grandfather is happy, it turns out that your nature is not much different from your father," replied Grandfather, "come closer, Grandma too," he said slowly.

"Den Rusli," he murmured softly.

Your father, not naughty, was taught emphatically with your late Grandma and Grandpa. Growing up with affection as an only child. However, there are things that have changed your father's attitude, ever since he became acquainted with Lydia, the love that blinded his heart. Mayra, actually your Grandpa and Grandma didn't approve of their marriage, let alone Lydia not giving any offspring.

Grandfather was inexhaustible, Grandma's kindness changed when he heard they adopted a baby whose origins were unclear. However, Grandma and Grandpa tried to stay well and were forced to accept the baby girl. Somehow, why did they name Laras, a small debate often occurred when Grandma more precisely they demanded grandchildren from her own flesh and blood.

In order to avoid endless disputes, Rusli chose to move and go to the city xxx. The city is far away and they do not leave the address where they live. Grandma and Grandpa finally felt guilty and sent me to give a gift to Laras, a pair of earrings, a bracelet and a necklace with the initials Laras, as proof that they received the presence of Laras.

However, once I found Den Rusli's home address, I couldn't meet him and I was just at meeting someone strange old woman. My mandate left him and after that I never met again and the sloping news I had heard if Den Rusli had moved. At that time in my mind Den Rusli had lived happily with Lydia as well as Laras, even though only an adopted child.

However, for almost seven years or so, I forgot a little. Den Rusli suddenly came to see me secretly, Den Rusli cried with regret at what happened. Den Rusli was exactly your father, telling me all the events that happened that night. However, Den Rusli rejected my suggestion and took Lydia's decision.The arrival of Den Rusli, was the last night of my meeting with Den Rusli.

Grandpa flashback off

Heard such a long story Mayra, he, finally understand if all the actions that his father did were just to cover himself or want to take it off from the real incident to finally do the clenics to cover up all the real events.

"Grandfather, what? The jewels that Grandpa brought back then .. is this?" mayra asked while showing the jewelry she was carrying.

The grandfather immediately glared, staring at the jewelry that Mayra was carrying, his lips instantly opened in disbelief, staring at the jewelry and Mayra alternated. "True, that jewelry that Ndoro sent," replied the grandfather in disbelief.

There was a slight sense of relief in Mayra's heart, the jewelry she found leading her way to the hidden truth all along. "Thank you, Grandma, Grandpa. Thanks to this jewelry I was able to find Grandpa and Grandma, hear stories that I couldn't hear from Dad or Mom" Mayra said while keeping the jewelry in her backpack.

"Grandfather, do you know the address of the Panti?" ask Mayra at last.

"I still remember, you can take the bus to get there, just get off at the terminal xxx and take the angkot xxx, just say it down at Panti xxx," explained Grandpa detailed.

"Thank you, ma'am" Mayra said.

"You, are leaving now? You should stay because it's soon afternoon," he said worried, netraya staring at the sky through the open living room window.

"Em .. thank you sir, I don't want to bother Grandpa and Grandma" he said, standing in his backpack.

"Mayra, leave Grandpa, Grandpa," she said immediately then walked away.

"Mayra, you ... wait!" yell Grandpa tight.

"Mayra!" the screams were repeated, but not by Mayra.

"Use as wisely as possible Cake," he said slowly without looking back.

"Hopefully, one day I can go back to this city again" he said, stopping passing buses.