Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

The grandmother's behavior

A Jenaira Ahmad, although his two brothers were born with a towering stature, the divine created Jena with a body portion far below them. Only 164 cm, the woman looks so tiny when coupled with Gibran the younger brother who was awarded a height of 1.83 cm.

So, how did little Jena carry the grandmother? although not as tall as Gibran, the weight of the body of the sweet grandmother might be able to make Jena's small body stunned to the earth.

The lips of the granny smiled slightly"Didn't you offer your own back for me to ride, just a moment ago?."

Given that, make Jena want to dive into this flood water. Really, he regretted those pleasantries.

"Let's carry me," invited the SAR team members.

The grandmother shook her head, making their hearts even more anxious. Akhs! it might be fun to play chubby cheeks of the grandmother, with a little pinch for sure.

Got a look of disgust, the pride of a Jena as if at stake. The woman then rolled up her jacket sleeve. Crouching gave her little back to the grandmother.

"Let's go, it'll be dark if we just look at this place.

"Are you sure you can hold me?" asked the grandmother.

Jena's making a lip"Can! just getting to the boat, right?."

"Of course, you'll take me drowning if you intend to carry me all the way to the refugee camp" he said, preparing to reach Jena's back.

"Anu.

"I can, take it easy" Jena said with great confidence.

Spattered Jena down the residence of the grandmother with the body submerged in flood water, and of course with the burden of the body of the sweet grandmother on his back.

"Waaahhhhhhh, I'm not sure I can carry it alone" muttered fellow volunteers on the SAR team members.

"But look, Jena the little one is able to hold the puffed-up grandmother" he continued.

"Don't just look, you don't see her body shaking. You better help hold the body of the grandmother in order to reduce the burden on her back," said the SAR team member.

Handing over a large amount of grandmother luggage to SAR team members, volunteer colleagues immediately held the grandmother's arm.

Not just silence, the grandmother dismissed the help of Jena's colleagues. Making the little woman almost bring the grandmother fall slipping.

"Don't hold it" grumbled the grandmother.

Really, the emotions were stifled inside Jena's chest. If only his grandmother were Gibran, or Arkan, he would have thrown it into the water.

A little more, a few steps they'll get to the boat. Carefully they helped the grandmother sit sweetly on the boat, it became a spectacle for the surrounding residents who still survive in the place.

"Manja, everything asked in the car. Look, the woman is very sorry," said the resident.

This provoked the anger of the grandmother. The woman immediately stood on the boat, berating and cursing those who scorned her.

"Quiet Grandma, we will leave this place immediately," said Jena's colleague.

"Hurry up, my ears will burn if they linger here" he said trying to take a seat, while Jena was trying to get on the boat.

Do you know, the bulging body of the grandmother when she was about to sit back. The woman's balance was instantly lost and.....

"Byur!!!!," the grandmother fell into the water. The bulging body hit the tiny Jena.

Instantly the situation became rowdy, although not so deep, the incident made anyone very worried. People then help the grandmother who screamed, venting anger who knows to whom. While Jena.

Seeing Jena's head right on the water, Zafriah immediately asked his partner to speed up the boat.

Fear suddenly appeared, Jena felt reluctant to approach the grandmother. After the safe situation was controlled, Jena chose to ride the same boat with Zafirah.

The woman bent her legs and hugged him, without a sound. Like running out of words, Jena who had been talking a lot to serve the sweetness of the grandmother now looks pale fluent.

Zafirah took off the jacket she was wearing, slipping it on Jena's wet body.

Gently stroked his back"Do you feel any pain?."

Jena simply responded with a headband.

"So, why are you shaking? are you so cold??" he asked again.

Again, Jena shook her head.

The situation made Zafriah very worried, reaching for Jena's cold fingers, Zafirah tried to channel the warm feeling from his heart.

Along the way, Jena was completely immersed in silence. Until they arrived at the shelter, the woman chose to sit alone in an old chair in the corner of the post.

"When you change clothes, you get the flu."

"Hemm," he said immediately left Zafirah.

The sky began to inflate, stepping around the evacuation area, tucked into curiosity about how the condition of the puffed-up grandmother.

After finding the whereabouts of the grandmother, Jena slowly approached the grandmother.

"Is grandma okay? sorry, I should've kept you from falling into the water."

The woman's words made the grandmother's sharp gaze dim, indeed Jena's attitude touched the little heart of the grandmother.

"I'm fine, and you are....Are you okay after the jumbo jackfruit fall???."

The line of words contained a joke, Jena realized the intention of the grandmother to throw a joke at him. Also with a smile that expands on the face of the grandmother, making both her chubby cheeks rounded like a bakpao.

Each of them realized the mistake to themselves, now Jena and sweet grandmother were seen throwing laughter at each other.

Muddy streets, welcoming the arrival of three men with towering high postures. Their presence there was very, very eye-catching, their appearance was striking among the volunteers who were dressed modestly.

Agam who is always loyal to his levis jacket, Gibran who never forgets his sunglasses. And Arkan, even the man's hair is still neat and dry despite having been hit by the rain.

Yasir guided them towards his tent, quite large, it would be quite a place even if the three men joined him.

"Isn't there a dormitory, why are you taking us to your tent?" asked Gibran, the man's index finger pointing to the MTQ training dormitory that was converted into a refugee camp.

"If you want to join them there, go ahead" Yasir said.

"I'm more comfortable living in this tent, it feels like I'm doing a camper," he continued, opening the ziffer's door.

"Well, if I want to stay there for a while?."

Yasir responded to Gibran's question with a nod"You, if you want to stay there, please," looked at Agam and Arkan in turn.

Spontaneously the two men shook their heads.

"God! why not?," Gibran as if left behind, how could his comrades in arms to this place reluctant to come with him to a wider and more comfortable place.

"Pletok" Arkan clasped the little brother's forehead without cue, making Agam laugh wide.

Gibran grimaced, wanting to scream, but not far from them there were young refugee girls who were helping volunteers in the post kitchen. What does the world say if the handsome Gibran looks weak in the eyes of women???

"Abang! why pinch my forehead?!?" the screech holds a red blushing forehead.

"Bawel, we're lucky to be allowed to live with Yasir in this tent. You don't see, the place is filled with refugees, don't add to the burden there by staying and maybe making a fuss there."

Looking at Arkan with a look of disbelief"How could I make a fuss? just stay there yet?."

"Ck! just arrived at this place your complaints have been very much, what if you live there? join the flood victims, Grandpa and Grandma, little children, chatty mothers. I guarantee you'll be more chatty than the mothers who are fretting about this disaster."

Again, Agam laughed at Arkan's words.

Gibran's index finger danced in front of Agam's face"Who am I willing to hit the flood? for your wife! and you, laughing at me??."

"Grab," a finger so close to Agam's face in Arkan's sambar, held him tightly until a groan was heard from a Gibran

"Bang!!! it hurts!," the man thrashed. This time not only Agam, the women then laughed at his behavior.

Collapsed already, in order to reduce the embarrassment Gibran smiled with both eyebrows down, like a wailing child asking at the pickle.

Leaving Gibran grimacing in pain, Agam followed Yasir's steps into the tent. For a moment the man let loose there, looking at the ceiling with a difficult feeling to express.

Crossing Yasir's tent, Zafirah strangled when he saw the two brothers Jena was at the mouth of the ziffer door.

"Ah, pretty girl, tell me where Jena is?," cried Arkan when he saw the arrival of Zafirah.

A rowdy voice rang out from inside the tent, Agam immediately came out when he heard his wife's name mentioned. Of course it makes Zafriah surprised, the woman is very sensitive, immediately he told the whereabouts of Jena to Agam.

Passing by strangers, also a place that was still very foreign to him, Agam easily found his woman sitting on a chair on the edge of the field.

"Jenaira," he exclaimed as he walked closer to Jena.

Jena's little fingers are getting tighter grasping the object of giving Agam. He had almost forgotten that this man had actually caught up with him to this place.

Jena stood up with a feeling that was difficult to understand, afraid and longed to be one in Jena's chest.

Slightly staggered, the small body felt so warm while in Agam's arms.

"I'm sorry" said Jenaira.

To be continued...

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