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Chapter 50. An unexpected adventure.

Ervan, Alan and Tirta, are on their way to Sarah's hometown. They say goodbye, saying they're going out of town for work.

"After there? What do we do?"

"I've, say. We do the survey first. Focus on your streets, Tirta."

Alan, sitting beside the steering wheel, stared straight at the road in front of him. Actually was. His mind is now somewhere else.

Well, doctor Zia, a surgeon. Who managed to break his heart. The woman who never returned her gaze and waved the war flag. Though, they had just met, but the woman already seemed to hate him.

"Here, don't think about it!" Ervan pats Alan on the shoulder. "The problem is, your love will be resolved once my affairs are settled."

Hmm!!

Well, the selfish boss, started to argue. Though, Alan knew, Ervan was a stiff and cold man. What solution will it provide later.

Spending three hours, Tirta pulled over the vehicle in front of a house, with white paint mixed with cream. And surrounded by wooden fences.

"You sure it's his house?" Ervan pointed at the house, looking different from her memories back then.

"Hmm, they told me. He said the house had changed hands. The owner, has renovated everything."

"Move hands? The old grandmother sold it when it wasn't hers." Ervan emotions. Brakes. The door closed hard. He stepped into the courtyard, after forcibly opening the gate.

Geck, tok, tok.

Repeatedly, in a loud voice, but there was no answer. Ervan did not give up, even kicking the door many times.

"Hey, stop. You want to ruin it! This is a people's house, not yours!" Tirta began to get upset, with Ervan's unchanging nature.

"Who are you looking for?"

They twist the body. Old man, standing in front of the fence. In his hand, holding a machete.

"You see! We're gonna die here." Tirta whispered.

"Why did he bring a machete, this afternoon?" Timpal Alan, who was also whispering.

"We're looking for the owner of this house." Ervan replied, as both of his best friends were busy digesting the situation.

"Oh, he doesn't live here. He only comes occasionally. He's from the city. You can come next week. He usually comes on weekends or if he's on holiday."

"alright. Thank you." Thank you."

The grandfather left. Tirta and Alan were breathing with relief. Sharp objects, making them goosebumps. Not out of fear, but confusion, if the old geezer was their opponent.

"Isn't it Saturday? Might as well. He'll be here any minute."

"You're right. But we better head for the tomb. Then, back again. Maybe, he'll come later this afternoon."

Ervan nodded, hearing the advice of his two best friends. Finally, he got in the car. Return to continue the journey to the cemetery, which is not far away.

Tirta parked the vehicle, while paying attention to the very quiet surroundings.

"This place, gives me goosebumps!"

Tirta ran, following the steps of Ervan and Alan, who had already left him.

"Where?" Ervan looked at Tirta. Because, that man, knows the position of the tomb better than he does.

"Straight, turn right, straight again." Tirta moved his hand, according to the path they were about to cross.

"You lead the way!"

Tirta finally walked first, with her two best friends trailing behind.

Three mounds of earth, overgrown with grass and dry leaves on top. A tombstone with an engraved name, marking the owner of the tomb.

One of the tomb guards came to them. Grandpa with a whitened beard and an oarang in his hand.

"Isn't he the old man?" The three stared at each other.

"You want to make a pilgrimage?" asked Grandpa, who was sitting down.

"Alright, I'll help recite the prayer."

He nodded, then raised both hands. They fell silent, listening to grandfather recite the prayer solemnly. After, they finished wiping, then greeted the Grandpa.

"Are you all his family?" ask the Kekek.

"Yes, Cake. I'm Sarah's husband and they're both my brothers."

"Sadah?" my grandfather was trying to remember that name. "Ah, yes. The twins, Sarah. Is she okay? It's been so long, he's been out of this village."

"He's fine, Cake."

"Goodoo. He's a good boy. They used to live with her sister, Tamara. But, one day the bastard from the city, came to destroy the girl's future."

Gluey!

Ervan gulped violently, even holding his breath for a moment. Meanwhile, Alan and Tirta bowed holding back a laugh, which almost broke.

"Did Grandpa know Sarah and her family?" asked Ervan, who was trying to calm down.

"of course. His parents were generous people. Meanwhile, Tamara is a person who really loves her sister. He was willing not to go to school for work, so that Sarah could complete her education. Remembering, their lives used to make me emotional. That jerk and bastard, made me want to skin him alive."

"Grandfather knows what happened to Sarah?" ervan asked again, he tried to calm down, even though both hands were trembling.

"Who doesn't know, that son of a bitch." The grandfather rose from his position, his emotions overflowing. Swinging the machete in front of Ervan. "He's a man with no conscience, a bastard, and a jerk. Hopefully, he's short-lived."

Alan and Tirta pinched each other. Really, their laughter wanted to explode right now. It felt. Want to roll on the sand, to let off laughter.

Meanwhile, Ervan did not want to ask again. Because, all the answers of the grandfather, just like thousands of arrows shot and stuck in his chest.

"Oh, yes, Cake. About, Sarah's parents' house. If you can tell, who bought it?" This time it was Alan who asked, having managed to master himself.

"After that, the loan shark died. His sons, who lived in the city, sold the house. He said a doctor bought him. I met you, a few times. The man is very nice and polite."

Third, nod. Think, how do you get that house back? It seems, it will be more difficult from where to deal with loan sharks.

Grandpa is gone. To continue his work. Meanwhile, the three friends, still sitting under a tree, in front of the grave of Sarah's family.

"How now?" tanya Tirta was busy pulling the grass.

"We're looking for a food stall, waiting for the doctor. I wonder what he looks like."

"me too. Anyway, it's three o'clock, maybe in a minute, he's coming."

They immediately got up, walked away from the tomb. Before, actually leaving, Ervan told Grandpa to clean the tomb, his wife's family. He also advised, so that the grandfather, called some artisans to repair the grave of Sarah's family.

In a pretty simple food stall. The three sat, on a wooden bench, facing, with a long table as a barrier. They ordered a different menu, fried chicken and fried duck lalapan, pecel lele and chicken soto. All three, just order some sweet iced tea, because that's all that's available at the stall.

The food is still hot and steamy. They really enjoy the dishes with a soothing natural atmosphere.

"I am full" said Tirta who was holding her stomach.

"Good, so no reason to laze around." Ervan sipped her iced tea.

Four minutes later, they decided to return to Sarah's parents' house.

Just a few minutes, their journey had already arrived. A white car parked in the house. The three immediately went down, but Alan meticulously noticed a familiar car and seemed to have seen it where.

"Why? Go, move!" Ervan pushes Alan, who suddenly stops in front of him.

Tirta had already knocked on the door of the house, with Ervan. Alan was still busy on the lawn, circling the body of the car.

"Who?" The voice of the woman from inside the house, asked before she finally opened the door.

Deg.

Alan froze, staring at the woman from the courtyard of the house.

"Zia!!"