I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

looking Grandma

A shadow began to appear. Grandma who is willing to play even if only intermittently when she was a child. Made Devano raise his hand to touch his chest.

I miss you so much, Omah.

Devano was almost desperate. When I found

The room seemed open, just like that. It was seen that some people were coming in.

The Director seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "You saw it for yourself, didn't you? Many workers past you sir. This room's in paint, and it's in glass."

Devan resumed his steps, along with Andre still entering the room.

True what the hospital said, if the room is undergoing renovation.

Some jobs that are replacing glass, there are also those who are painting the wall fence.

Does omah really not exist?

Lunglai, Devan stands among the people who are busy there.

There's no way Ms. Asmia was wrong, because I just heard the tape. Is it possible, they've moved it?

Or maybe, omah already?

Devan grew limp, when he imagined something bad had made his omah to death.

His eyes began to condense.his gaze swept across all corners of this room.

Unlike him, Andre himself instead focused on the bathroom door.

He walked slowly, then pressed the door handle.

Kraaakk... Kraaakk...

"It's in the lock?" Ask while looking.

"Emmm... Sorry, the door seems to be broken, sir," replied the President.

"Then can I break it?"

"Not better, sir."

"Why not?"

"For what?"

"Just break it down, I'll replace it. If this door is broken–" Devan said.

The main director was no longer able to pucker up. When Andre began to roll his arm up to the elbow.

He began to take two steps back, taking a step back. Before breaking the door hard.

Braaaackd... The first one failed, the second the same. Until finally the third, Andre tried even stronger.

BRAAAAKKK.

Andre rubbed his slightly painful arm, then allowed Devan to enter first.

The man entered the room. The bathroom is large, but empty inside.

"A– what did I say, Sir? This room is empty."

Devan sighed, it felt like a tightness. When he doesn't find anything here.

"Andre, check all the other rooms."

Then it is glued to an angle, whose wall there are hollow lines on the right side.

"That's the door?" Designating.

"Not Sir, it's a tool for filtering the air. So that this toilet is not stuffy," he replied.

Devan watches more closely. It was like seeing something in that darkness.

It looks like a hole in the air. Why is there such a shadow in it?

While in a stuffy and fairly narrow place, a pair of hands like the middle trying hard to in motion. His clenched lips were increasingly unable to speak due to the hand that silenced his mouth.

Yes, something that Devan is pointing at seems to be a very large closet, but the door can be said to be able to manipulate the human eye.

It doesn't look like a closet door. More like an air vent.

That's why, the place can be said to be safe to be a place to hide Mrs Briana.

The hospital was worried. When Erik's secretary asks them to immediately move Briana to an apartment that has been prepared. And he hasn't been moved yet? Devan found it first. That was the reason, they hid it first.

Waiting for Devan to get out of this hospital, then after that they will immediately remove Madam Briana.

...

From inside, Briana could still see someone standing near the closet where she was hiding.

Dev... Is that really Devano? My granddaughter?

The old woman who was in the closet with a male nurse was.

The other hand is still trying hard he moves, in order to hope to be able to break even slowly and can make a sound.

Yet futile... He had both hands that he could only raise, but could not move anymore after the nurse in front of him held the woman's hand with one hand.

Devan himself was still silent, he took very slow steps to approach. The shadow inside is moving.

His hand was slightly raised, about to touch the door. That only one time the pressure had already made it open.

The director, cold sweat. He really no longer knew how to block Devano's hand from touching the door and preventing him from getting out.

"Sorry, Sir. We're gonna put up some glass." A worker makes Devan's hand stop. Then looking.

"Tu– Sir... You've checked the whole room. And there's nothing, right? Please forgive me again, sir. Our work must be completed immediately."

Devan was pensive, he turned to the door again. Looked at long enough.

That face... Face Day. The posture is very similar to Hari. He's my grandson... Devano.

Dev– Omah here. Please Omah... Please Omah Dev. (Mrs Briana)

The man shook his head, after coming out of the room along with the President who immediately rubbed his chest, feeling relieved. While the other hand signals the worker to go straight in with his glass.

No. gabe... No. gabe... Don't go, don't go Dev–

A pair of those eyes blinked. Her tears came from both corners of her eyes. When looking at Devano had already completely disappeared from sight.

Sweat that flows, also a sense of tightness due to feeling the heat and a little stuffy in the closet.

Makes his vulnerable body even more limp. He thinks?

If only he could die in this hot, stuffy place? It's better than being made like an undead, by those two fuckers.