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First Love part 2

"It seems like this is Dina's true home." Nayra made sure of Juned sir because Nayra saw the woman smiling with her lips widened.

"Astaghfirullah" said Nayra slowly. Horrified to see his smile.

"Why else, Nay? "

"It's okay, later if I tell you you're scared."

"Yes, you know enough."

Nayra smile. "Come on!"

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

"Sorry Mom, is this really Dina's house?"

"Yes right, but Dina was again hospitalized after her appendectomy," said a mother.

"Oh, look Mom, I'm Dina mau_'s friend"

"Come in, sit down."

"We're outside, Mom."

"Sit down first, I'll make you drink."

"No, ma'am." Nayra looked at the woman angrily by rounding her eyes that were about to pop out. Nayra lowered her head in horror as Nayra only held the hand of the Goddess.

"Look Mom, we're looking for an umbrella that Dina borrowed a few days ago" Juned said.

"umbrella? What umbrella, I don't know, I'm just her aunt who asked to look after Dina's house."

Nayra stood in the doorway as the woman pointed inside, the woman entered while pointing her finger at the large bupet in the middle room of Dina's house.

"The red umbrella is on top of the Buet, I want the umbrella" Nayra said.

The mother came in and had to get on the chair because of the high size of the bupet, the mother fumbled and tiptoed on the chair to see if there was a red umbrella there. Sure enough the mother was holding a red umbrella, Nayra saw the woman's pleasure.

"Yes ma'am right, it's her umbrella."

Dina's aunt handed the umbrella to Nayra. And the woman disappeared. Mr. Juned told his aunt Dina about the umbrella, she did not believe it but just agreed. Previously, Nayra had chatted over the phone with Dina and asked permission to bring the umbrella home.

It turns out his business hasn't been too far. On the way home, Juned's car suddenly broke down at a crossroads. Mr. Juned is confused because the car he just serviced. Juned got out of the car and checked the engine. Nayra saw the woman pointing at the road. Nayra played instinct for the woman's purpose, because Nayra could not communicate with her.

"His power he's asking us to go the way he wants."

"meaning?"

"Right now the woman is showing her way there." Nayra showed it to a street.

"It's really hard," said the Goddess.

"He's angry with you, Wi."

"Ciii." The goddess clung to Nayra.

"Do we have to follow his request, sir?" ask Yusuf.

"It looks like we have to, or we won't be able to go home, because the car's engine is going to die."

Mr. Juned followed Nayra's instructions with the woman as the road director, their journey reaching twenty minutes to arrive at a house whose architecture was similar in Dutch times.

"It's the house she's headed to, sir," Nayra said as she watched the woman standing right at the door of the house. 

Nayra got down from the car following Dewi, Nayra knocked on the door three times. The sound of a lock opened from within after a few minutes, the door opened wide, appearing a man with an age of about seventy years.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Anu cake sorry." Nayra looked at the face of the woman who was now standing next to grandfather. He looked at Grandfather's face with longing.

"Sorry cake if I interrupt," Nayra was silent for a moment, she was confused how to convey it.

"This ah, a woman gave me this umbrella and she wanted me to return it to this home address" Nayra said.

Grandfather frowned remembering something, and then grandfather's face turned moody, making the woman before him cry.

“Who's cake?” a teenage boy came out and stood next to his grandfather

“you, first class student?” ask the teenager.

Nayra was confused while looking at the Goddess and looking for the figure of Yusuf and Pak Juned, who was still in the car, the man also looked at the car.

“Who's there?”

“That's our teacher,” replied Dewi.

“Pak Juned, Yusuf.” The young man recognized the two figures in the car.

“You know?” ask Goddess.

“I, your upperclassman.”

The teenager approached Juned and Yusuf. While the grandfather went in to take something from his room and took it out and then sat on a chair in the living room.

“Come in,” Take granddaughter.

The four of them went inside,

“Father how the hell, not accompany his student, even in the car alone,” grumbled Dewi.

“From yesterday we were afraid to know,” said Yusuf.

Actually Nayra and Goddess were also afraid, having to interact with the woman.

“Sit!” class brother's orders.

“My name is Rio,” he told Nayra.

“Nayra.”

“Goddess.”

“In the meantime yes,” Rio went inside and brought some cold canned drinks.

Nayra was still looking at the woman who was now sitting next to Grandfather while looking at a large album belonging to grandfather.

Then she looked at Nayra, her face conveying something. "May I come closer?" ask Nayra. Rio agreed, but actually Nayra was not talking to Rio, but to the woman. The woman nodded.

"Sorry Ka Rio can I sit there?" Rio was astonished why he had to sit in his chair while on the other side was empty. Rio stood up and was about to move to the other side.

"Eh wait." Nayra held Rio's hand.

"What's wrong?" Rio Frowning his forehead.

Nayra let go of her hand, "there's someone sitting there."

"Huh? " Rio's amazed.

Dewi took the initiative of attracting Rio to sit somewhere else. Rio was still astonished to see Nayra's attitude.

"What the hell is it?" rio asked Yusuf. Then the head of the OSIS told in a whisper.

Nayra looked at the photo of the woman on the album who looked like a woman in red.

"Here it is," Nayra pointed her finger at the photo.

Grandfather looked at Nayra wondering how she could know the woman in this photo.

"It's Anita."

"Loh, is this Ka Rio?" Nayra was confused looking at Rio who was now sitting in front of her.

Nayra looked at the photo, sitting a man holding a girl who looked like the woman. Rio was confused as well by Nayra's reaction.

"It was Grandpa when he was young, Anita was Grandpa's girlfriend when we were sixteen."

"Ah, she's wearing this shirt now." Nayra pointed to a photo with the girl in red. Grandpa looked at the photo and tears flowed down the corner of his wrinkled eyes eaten by age.

The woman tried to wipe away the tears of the grandfather, Nayra took the tissue on the table and tried to wipe the tears of the grandfather, Nayra had held her hand waiting for the woman's reaction, then Nayra wiped the tears of grandfather after getting a good signal from the woman.