The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 51: Strong Desire

The sunlight began to dim, shining in an open place. A place where people sleep at their final resting place. The wind was blowing lightly wiggling the leaves of the seroja flowers. Silence, only the sound of the leaves whispering could be heard. Shahdu.

A girl with big round glasses and a fan in hand, crouched down in front of a mound of land that was still red. Pasmina's veil, covering her head accordingly. Various kinds of flowers are sprinkled on top of the navel.

"Why did you go that way, then? Do you really want your dad there? Didn't you like me and Mom?"

Sobs began to sound from the girl's mouth. Today, he decided to return to the city where he studied. Therefore, he wants to say goodbye to the brother he loves the most.

"I don't know, until this second, Ma'am Sha hasn't come yet, Mas. In fact, I don't even look at my mother at all. I thought Mbak Sha was a good person, but my guess was wrong. As promised, I will finish my studies and quickly find a job. Mas Kha is quiet there."

After gently rubbing Sakha's tombstone, Yumna moved away. To be honest he did not hate Mesha at all. Only, he was very disappointed because until now, the woman his brother loved had not been seen. In fact, run somewhere.

The next day, Yumna was already on campus. He looked at the glass with the warm tea he ordered. Losing Sakha, a shock for her. He could not swallow food or drink properly, for several days. Even the presence of Karman that is usually excited, he considers it like the last wind.

Karman who at that time returned some books to the campus library, was astonished when he saw the condition of Yumna now. He asked a few close friends of the girl.

"That drink will not be reduced if only glared at, thok!" Karman's voice, makes Yumna wake up from her daydream. "Why are you, anyway?"

Reflexively, Yumna squinted at the base of her eyes from behind her flagship glasses.

"It's okay, really." Then quiet again.

"You're not the Yuyum I've known all along."

Yumna smiled wryly, she reached for the glass before her and took a sip.

"That's it. .. it's really sudden, it still makes me distrust ...."

"Oh, that. I heard from the kids, I'm grieving for your brother."

"Thank you."

"Yum, it's Tika's schedule. Wanna come in, won't you?" A girl shouted from across.

Yumna lazily replied, "Yes, just go first. I'm following."

Karman looked at the girl.

"Are you sure you're okay?" ask the man.

Yumna.

After a moment of silence, Yumna finally said goodbye to Karman. When the girl walks into the room, she accidentally crosses paths with Grisa.

"Eh, did you go to college here?" greet Grisa.

Yumna squinted her eyes, trying to recognize the girl in front of her.

"I am the .. We met at the wedding of Ms. Mesha. Remember?"

"Ah, that. How could I forget?"

"Keep, how's Mesha? You're her sister-in-law, right?"

Yumna this time was so curious about Grisa. He sacrificed his college hours. He wanted to ask the girl something.

"Have you not got a clock?"

"I don't think so, why?"

"Can we talk?"

Grisa invites Yumna to sit on the bench in the garden of her faculty complex. He held out a cold cup of coffee to the girl sitting next to him.

"What I hear, you're the ex-sister-in-law, Ms Sha?"

"He em."

"You know Sha and his family very well."

Grisa begins to tell the story of the meeting until her brother's marriage to Mesha. Even until the death of Giyan.

"I feel the same pity, Ma'am Sha, Yum. I hope your brother stays with him."

Yumna. He sobbed.

"Sakha's mother doesn't exist."

Now that it was Grisa's turn to be shocked, her eyes opened wide in disbelief.

"I used to think it was just a rumor. Don't-don't .. it's true!"

"What rumors?"

"So? Your brother's a victim too? Are you angry with Ms Mesha for this?"

"It was, but after hearing your story. I pity. Until this second, which I heard, Ms. Mesha has not returned home."

"Geez!"

Grisa left right after an hour of talking to Yumna. This time, the resentment in the heart of the girl, lessened a little. However, he is determined to keep looking for his former brother-in-law.

Meanwhile, in the office of Bentala Swarga group, Zayan is still busy with his work. While the pale girl was still sitting waiting for him in the corner of the room. Some creatures that mill about could not make the man lift his head from the collection of papers.

Zayan sat next to the girl. Without even looking at it, he began to speak.

"Actually, what can I help you with?"

"That's .. I died because of my stupidity. I haven't had time to say goodbye to my parents."

"Then? I should what?"

"Can I borrow your body?"

Zayan stood up, unwilling to grant the girl's wish.

"Son, I'm not ready."

"Just so I can talk to my parents. After that, I'll go."

"No, I can't! Put it another way!"

"What?"

"Some!"

Zayan came home upset that the girl from another world was constantly whining and begging. His attitude was read by Arsyanendra.

"Why are you, Le? From then on, mbecu continued. Any problems at the office?"

"That's Mbahkung, the creature that Zay told me about. He wants to borrow Zay's body."

"Don't, can't!"

"Yes, Mbahkung, Zay refused."

Nirwasita manifested in front of the two men of different generations.

"What's wrong?" ask the creature.

Zayan recounted the incident at the office.

"If you only communicate, there are other ways.not have to use the medium of the human body."

"Tomorrow to take me to the place where the person who wants to be found, Le."

"Ouch! I forgot, haven't asked about that, Cake."

"alright. Ask tomorrow."

On request, Nirwasita, Zayan spoke again with the girl he would help. Looking for who he wants to meet

"That's the guy." The girl pointed towards a middle-aged man in an office boy uniform.

"Sir Zul?"

Heard his name called. Zulkifli.

"Mas Zay call me?"

"Oh, uh, that's .. It's okay, sir. It's not so."

Zulkifli nodded his head politely then left.

Zayan walked towards the kitchen. The girl still followed him. What a coincidence, I saw Zulkifli there. The wave-haired man with a hint of gray hair was wiping the kitchen table and stove.

Lama Zayan looked at Zulkifli. He did not know why the creature was so eager to talk to the middle-aged man.

"Sir, did Mr Zul have a daughter?"

Zulkifli's hand stopped. He looked towards the source of the voice.

"How does sampean know?"

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