Dina - Deni 'Love Story'

Part 1's.

#Dina Pov

Bruck..

A shocking sound of my daydream on the porch of the house. I immediately rushed to the source of the sound. I saw Grandpa lying under the bed.

"Grandfather. Grandpa why?" I suddenly panicked to see Grandpa who was unconscious. Soon I called the neighbors for help. Some people came to me and immediately helped Grandpa. They helped me get Grandpa to the hospital.

Is correct. My grandfather is my only family at the moment. Because I've been left behind by both of my parents as a child. They're gone forever. It used to be said their grandfather went somewhere far away, and I believe it. But now I know, if going to a distant place is to go forever.

It's been three days that Grandpa was hospitalized. I haven't been to college for three days either. Yep, I'm in college. Thanks to my efforts and hard work in High School, I got a scholarship to study at one of the public universities. I am very grateful for what I got, because one of my dreams has been achieved, which is college.

I didn't go to college and I wasn't just looking after Grandpa at the hospital. But I also work side by side at a bakery. How else, I'm the only family Grandpa has. Inevitably I was the one in charge of meeting Grandpa's current needs. It pays the hospital fees.

At first I had insisted on Grandpa allowing me to sell my only valuable item, a laptop. But Grandpa forbade me, and asked me to sell him an old duck bike that had accompanied him to work. I can't bear to. How could I possibly sell the only precious thing Grandpa had. Moreover, it is one of the things that Grandpa got from his own efforts.

From my part-time job at the bakery coupled with my savings during the college I saved, I was able to pay the hospital ransom and immediately bring Grandpa home.

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It was only a few moments before we got home. Someone knocked on our old door. I immediately walked towards the door and opened it. At first I was confused to see the guests who came to our house. How not, they look like people. One middle-aged man and the other one I believe is his wife. And one more man looks younger than them (husband wife). I can also confirm that the young man is their son. At first I thought my guest had the wrong address. But after they mentioned my Grandfather's name, Ikhsan, then I let them in.

They introduced themselves to me. Because they already knew my grandfather. I don't know what purpose they came to our house. Obviously I just sit next to Grandpa, and move on if Grandpa asks me to. Like making them a drink, or grabbing a snack. After knowing that the couple were friends of my parents who were gone, the rest of me did not understand what Grandpa and my guest were talking about. I told them to go out in search of the wind.

Unexpectedly, someone was sitting next to me. I saw a glimpse of who he was. It turns out that he was the son of Grandpa's guest. I forgot whose name it was. This is one of my weaknesses, remembering someone's name. What's more, that person rarely even communicated with me before.

"Can I sit down?" ask him pleasantries. But he sat down. *Basic basis*my inner. I just smiled at him.

"Why outside? Flaming again, ntar kambet" the words that came out of his mouth might sound like a joke, but his face plates only. Flat, no expression at all. I was confused as to what to respond to it. Am I laughing or just being quiet? I don't know. I can only reply with a smile again. Because he felt bad, he was the one who spoke earlier.

We kept quiet for a long time. I don't know what I want to talk to him about, I see him too. Silence without expression. It feels strange for a long time, because we sit next to each other but do not speak to each other. Honestly, I hate situations like this. Very-very boring.

But wait, somehow I feel that the flat face owned by this man is not boring in the slightest if viewed from any angle. Because once it was seen would want to look again, as I do now. Looking from the side, silently.

Ah, this is not me. Why am I supposed to be like this? Usually how attractive a person is, I will never look at him more than once. But it's different, and I don't know what the difference is. Gravely.

(Prime write here huhu) ❤

Dina Adistya 🌸

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