I'm Baras

Chapters 107. I am Rusli's son

Mayra did not heed anyone's call, right now all she had in her sight and hearing was the voice of a woman who kept asking her to enter the house. Mayra stopped while standing in the living room staring at some of the furniture that was still complete, teak chairs, cupboards and some other furniture. A large clock the size of a closet still stands majestically despite the dusty and spidery nests seen here and there.

"I've come" he replied strangely.

Mayra re-entered deeper, a large room that seemed spacious and there was only a long sideboard and a chair located right in the middle of the room. "Dark," he said as he pulled over the creeping plants hanging in the middle room.

Mayra was now circling the living room, her footsteps directed as if someone was guiding her. His steps stopped facing the wall, his hand outstretched lightly taking one old photo covered in dust. "Weird, why is only one of these photos still intact," he said as he rubbed the frame with his sleeves.

"Mayra!" grandpa shouted in surprise before he could see the photo he took.

"Yes, Cake, I'm here," he answered hurriedly hiding a photo in his backpack.

The grandfather immediately coughed as soon as he entered the living room, stared in disbelief at the whole living room and then moved to scan the living room. "Come on, we're out," she asked in fear.

"Before a minute, just wait in the living room, I am still curious about this house," he explained politely.

"But who are you? Even you've only come here for the first time" said the grandfather with a heavy heart.

Again Mayra ignored the words of the kalek, her net now staring at the hallway connecting the living room and kitchen, staring straight without blinking a single bit. His body slowly moved bowing respectfully, a reflex motion that he had never done at all during this time. Mayra was still standing her lips smiling slightly as if greeting someone standing straight in front of her.

"Mayras. Eling, there's no one here, not even this house ...." The grandfather disconnected his words while holding his heavy nape.

"Sir, he's standing there. White-haired woman, beautiful face and wearing a long batik cloth to the ankles, she smiled at me Cake," the story of Mayra strange.

"Don't worry, there's no one," the grumpy Grandpa was annoyed.

"Em .. I'm not lying" replied Mayra flatly.

Sensing Mayra's increasingly strange change in attitude, the grandfather immediately drifted away from how Mayra should be watched even though the grandfather felt awkward and worried about all his attitudes. "The same house, this house is similar to the old house of the Father in the form of the building," said Mayra slowly and can be heard by the grandfather.

After her last words Mayra again smiled saying her greetings and again bowed respectfully. "Let's sir, we're out I've found what I'm looking for," he said strangely and then walked away.

"Mayra, what do you mean?" ask Grandpa to look.

"I just fulfill the voice call that I heard, I've been sowan and maybe I will come again either when or not at all" replied Mayra sad.

"You mean?"

"Grandfather, introduce me the only daughter of Rusli, the son of Bu Harjo and I am truly sorry for not being able to know Mbah Putri so closely, but I have communicated with Mbah Putri earlier," obviously Mayra is a little away from the building.

"A-You're Den Rusli's son?" asked the grandfather in surprise.

"True Kek, I'm Rusli's son" Mayra explained a little loudly and surprised some residents who knew who her father was.

The grandfather immediately hugged Mayra tightly with all his cries. "Grandfather, what's wrong?" mayra was surprised.

"How's Den Rusli doing, Lady Lydia?" ask the grandfather to hunt.

Mayra the grandfather cried hysterically with all the regret that kept coming from his lips. Mayra could not say anything, her lips twitched when she saw a grandfather crying hysterically, crying over his father's death. "We should get out of this house immediately, Cake," he asked as he broke Grandpa's embrace.

Again Mayra fell silent, staring at the house she had never seen and visited. "Maybe this is for the first and last time" he murmured softly.

"Grandfather, before I go home, please take care of this house, use it as best as possible and this is the message of Mbah Putri from our conversation earlier," said Mayra with a smile.

"Mayra, finally I am happy to see the successor Den Rusli and me and the residents will take care of this house according to the mandate of Ndoro, I am Grandpa Solikin and my wife who took care of Den Rusli," the grandfather was happy.

"Thank you, Grandpa, I say thank you for still remembering Dad and I represent Dad apologizing if during the time with Grandpa, Dad had a mistake" said Mayra.

The grandfather smiled broadly at Mayra's face. "It turns out that my guess is correct" he said as he turned and waved at some residents, "Mayra, he ... his son Den Rusli," explained the proud grandfather.

The grandfather, rushed to invite Mayra to approach some residents who had been following him and the grandfather. One by one they shook Mayra's hand respectfully. However, there is one citizen who brushed off his hand do not like. Mayra hurriedly pulled out her hand hiding the rejection she received.

"Grandfather, actually this house is not haunted and everything is done, the Princess's affairs are finished and I hope Grandpa will take care of this house," he asked sincerely.

"I, permission farewell," he said slowly.

"Mayra, are you sure you want to go home now?"

However, Mayra did not answer that one of the residents looked at her sharply as if they did not like the reality that happened. "Yakin, you're Rusli's son, not Rusli's son named Laras," chirped this man does not like.

"You! Quiet down!" sergeant grandpa's upset.

"In fact, if he hadn't adopted a daughter Panti xxx, he would still have survived in this city."

"You, argh ... shut up!" snapped the emotional grandfather.

Mayra, just took a deep breath to dampen the resentment in her heart, avoiding the debate getting tapered, no matter what the reality is. Mayra, smiling looking at the man who was staring at her disliked. "I'm not angry, Kek. I am the son of Rusli!" firmly sharp.

"Fathers, I thank you for taking me even though we are new to know, the goodness of the Fathers will I remember until the end of my life, my coming here is not to settle or else, he said, thank you once again for helping me" Mayra said respectfully.

One by one they went from their eyes, Mayra could guess if anyone liked and some did not like the arrival. "Grandfather, before I go, what? Grandpa can tell where the address of the Panti that you mentioned earlier?" ask Mayra to look.

"You, sure you want to go there?"

"Sir, I sure want to go there, I ...." Mayra stopped her speech, there was a thistling in her heart that suddenly touched her mind.

"you? You all right? Then, why Laras ...." The Grandfather did not continue his words, looking at Mayra questioningly.

"Huuuff ... what? Grandpa never knew about Dad's news, after adopting Laras?" ask Mayra change.

Netra the grandfather fiddled wide staring at the beautiful face with his reddened skin. "We'd better go home and I'll tell you a little bit about Dad, you," explained the great grandfather, his net was to look at the big house that gave so many stories and memories in his life.

"Come, Before your face burns with the sun," the grandfather walked a little hastily.