Pursuing the Love of Mermaids Pool

Chapter 27 Is True

That evening the pensive Jungle looked at the verdant rice fields. He imagined his vague childhood.

No matter how old she was at the time, she pinched a cute baby so much that the baby cried long. It was clear that the baby girl's hand was bluish black from her pinches

As a result of his actions, he also cried because he was angry with his grandmother with rattan in hand.

Grandma had yet to hit him with the rattan but her cries overcame the sound of lightning in the sky. So that grandmother undoes her intention to hit the Jungle.

The bimba complained again and again. His daydreams ended in Yulia's figure which to him was very annoying. But lately, the shadow of the girl seized a lot of her focus.

"The jungle.here cu," his grandmother's side dish from the family mansion turned off the bimba reverie.

"Yes Grandma, Bimba came here" she cried in response to her grandmother's call as she rose to her feet.

"Please send this to the pink house there," his grandmother pointed her finger at the house far away. Far across the verdant rice fields.

Without saying much, Bimba reached one of the bicycles by the house and pedaled him to his destination.

Along the way, a peaceful atmosphere enveloped the Jungle, occasionally smiling at the sight of several groups of children along the path of their own activities.

Without her even knowing it, she had already reached the pink house.

The bimba saluted while pulling a piece of rope that said 'Please pull this rope if calling the person inside.'

The bimba chuckles after reading the directions on the wall of the house on which the rope hangs.

The sound of bells resounded strongly within the deadly quiet house of the place.

"This is strange but unique. Comforting again," muttered Bimba smiling himself throwing his gaze around the view of the front page of the house.

This simple house is peaceful and safe with a beautiful atmosphere front yard filled with several types of flowers arranged neatly.

With the existence of flower trees lined with verdant rice fields add freshness to the eyes of anyone who is there.

The door on opened from the inside and out a middle-aged, teary-eyed, short-haired smiling lung woman looked at him.

"Can I help you?" he said softly full of affection. He stood not far away where Bimba was with a sweet smile still engraved on his lips

"Oh yes, this is my grandmother asking me to send her here. I don't know what this is," Bimba told the woman, honestly sticking out a black plastic bag.

"Well, for a minute" said the woman turning her body towards the door.

"Eh Mak! It's something from her grandmother." said the woman when her mother suddenly came out from inside.

"From her grandmother?" then the grandmother looked at Bimba and smiled.

"Oh cu Bimba's. Get inside son. Not outside. We're going up to the porch." Grandma's laugher to the Jungle.

The young man nodded as he moved his head that was not itchy. He was astonished how the grandmother knew him by mentioning the name without the slightest hesitation.

He followed the old man inside the debfab house a little paying attention in the room he was passing through.

Upon arrival at the porch of the house, a feeling of security and peace filled his heart when he saw the beauty of nature outside.

Being a little high above the porch of the house gives a different impact from standing below. Bimba really enjoyed the atmosphere he was enjoying now.

"Ehem! Please drink yes. Here's your water" one voice from behind broke the silence.

A voice that is no stranger to the Jungle. He turned around and it turned out to be true.

"Yulia?"

"Sir?"