Santri Famiglia's

Returnees

"Sopo Kowe whining?" ask one of the men.

They were upset by Sanubari's involvement. Moreover, Sanubari looks foreign. His skin, eyes, face were nothing like the average Asian.

"not important. If you don't buy this grandma's land, then I'll buy it."

Sanubari's words were very firm, without the slightest hesitation. Their thugs' faces did not scare him at all.

"You are deaf what deaf? You didn't hear? From then on, we've been buying. This granny alone is troublesome, ask for this/that," shouted one of the men. Exploding intonation. Without loudening the sound, everyone could hear.

Sanubari did not respond. That's not important at all. Serving people like them is a waste of time.

So Sanubari turned his gaze to the old woman, then said once again, "Grandmother, I am willing to pay two hundred million. Hows it? Does grandma agree? We can negotiate if Grandma's less willing."

The old woman looked up, as if she could not believe what she had just heard. Houses that did not sell fifty million, now bid four times higher.

"Hey Boy Doesn't Have Ethics, don't play serobot! We bid first. We are the ones who have the right to buy!" hardik one of the men.

He clasped Sanubari's shoulder, making the young man turn to him. The presence of Sanubari really messed things up.

Everyone get out of the house. Pono and his wife, Mr. RT, Mr. Kades, Sai, and Renji— they stood in the courtyard without engaging in dialogue.

Mbok Jum is still like a dazed person. His eyes did not blink looking at Sanubari.

"This grandmother is still the rightful owner. So, let grandma decide who to sell to."

Sanubari. He wanted to try like Sai who was smiling all the time. A person in the subconscious teaches him that he need not be afraid as long as it is true.

"How, Grandma?" he continued to look at Mbok Jum.

"I'll just sell the land and the house to this young man."

Mbok Jum's voice was slightly quivering and weak. Implied fear in his expression. He was downcast when he said it, too shrill when he met the two men's eyes. Mbok Jum himself is unsure if his decision is correct.

However, economically, Sanubari's offer is certainly more humane. He was still able to connect with the rest of the land sale after deducting medical expenses.

"Young man who do you mean, Grandma?" tanya Sanubari.

Mbok Jum's words sounded multitafseer. He does not want to be considered as strong.

"Sampeyan, Le. Sampeyan whose eyes are green," replied Mbok Jum slowly, still with his head down.

"You heard it yourself, right? This grandma is going to sell it to me. So, you can leave if there is no more business," concluded Sanubari.

The two men could not reply. They are only given the task of bidding the land according to the price that has been set. Raising prices is not their authority. By force, both of them left.

"Sir Kades, does anyone have a car here? If I may, I'd like to rent to take Grandma's granddaughter to the hospital."

The voice could still be heard by the two men who were away. They remembered the Sanubari's characteristics. That same afternoon, they headed for a house next to the grave.

Wongso sat on the terrace, facing the grave accompanied by black and fried coffee. Watching the bodies being buried was always a consolation for him.

"Today, five more people died, but only three lands have been taken over. Most of his heirs were outside the village. So, the remaining uninhabited land has not been processed further" reported Subagio, the secretary.

An unpleasant report. However, the thirty deaths that had occurred lately made him quite satisfied. His anger could be withheld with the profits coming in.

"You should have worked harder. Have you done what I told you right?" ask Wongso who then puffs the smoke out of the mouth.

The two men who got off the bike immediately paid their respects to Wongso. They tell of events that have just happened. Upon hearing the news, Wongso immediately boarded the apitam.

"Who dares to raise our market price?"

Wongso raised his voice. He's really furious. The plan is threatened to fail because of a sneak who suddenly appeared.

"We don't know either. Looks like new people. Clearly, his eyes were green."

"Green eyes?"

Meanwhile, in another village, the Baron took off his helmet. The eagle perched on the rubber tree flew down. The horned man raised his left arm, letting the eagle land its claws on the upholstered arm of a leather jacket.

"What's up, man? You haven't been back in a long time."

He hung a helmet on the steering wheel, got off the bike, walked into the house while wiping the top of the eagle's head. The Javanese house looks quiet. A basket of fruits is placed in the middle of the table.

The eagle flew up, landed on the table, then rolled a red apple with its feet. Baron gave a glance.

Then, he shouted, "Holy!"

In three calls, a small bird flew in from behind the house. It's a parrot. The parrot named Sulih joined the eagle on the table. They chuckle, scowl, converse in the language of birds.

The baron sat in their front seat. Grabbing a knife, he chopped the fruit into small pieces. The eagle pecked at the pieces, eating them. Animals that should be classified as carnivores have been trained to eat fruits and vegetables since birth.

"The boy is back" Sulih Si said after swallowing a piece of apple.

"That kid?" asked the Baron staring at the eagle who was busy eating apples.

This one burung was indeed once assigned to one thing. He forbade her from returning if it was not urgent or there were other reasons that required her to go home.

"Yes, he's in town. He is in this city" Sulih said as she paced.

Cut into pieces an apple later, Burhan arrives. The baron invited the man in.

Without further ado, he said, "Sir Mayor, that kid is in this town again."

"Whose son?"

Burhan looked confused. He did consult the Baron often, but had never discussed the issue of children lately.

"The son of a bitch who caused your nephew's death about nine years ago" explained Baron.

He remembered what task he had given to the eagle. The task was a follow-up task as Burhan was not satisfied with the first result. The woman survived, even though she is now dead.

Burhan reminisced about the past. His heart was turbulent when he remembered how desperate his niece was at that time. The girl looked grim. He lost hope. He's lost the future.

As legal guardian, Burhan could not bear to see his nephew like that. His heart ached, wound witnessing the grievous fate that befell the nephew.

"Where is he?" ask Burhan.

Year after year had passed, but the grudge was still in the chest. The news of him ignited the flames of vengeance that had been extinguished. He can't just let go.

Sulih the parrot said, "In the village ....""