Santri Famiglia's

Tragically

The morning sky was clouded. A five-year-old little girl was picking. His round eyes did not blink staring at the watermelon garden that had been destroyed. Fractions of fresh red watermelon splattered into black cars that no longer moved.

"¡Zunta, vamonos a casa! A llover pronto".

(Zunta, let's go home quickly! It's raining soon.)

A grandfather called out the name of the two-pointed little girl. However, Zunta was still silent. He observed a car that was already dented in some parts. All the glass broke. While the door on one side on the front came apart, exposing two bloodied humans. Zunta wanted to get closer but stopped him from doing so. The roar of the still-igniting engine scared him to walk closer.

"Zom!" The screams are heard again.

"¡Si, abuelo!"

(Yes, Cake!(

The little girl turned around and ran up the slope. On top of the slope, a seventy-five-year-old grandfather was holding a large sack containing about two quintals of fresh melon. The girl approached him. There's a scratch of anxiety on her cute face. Zunta hit the old man without thinking about what he was carrying. Fortunately Zunta's tiny body was not so strong that the old man did not lose his balance.

"¡Abuelo Canda, abuelo Canda, por favorite salva mi jardin de sandias, abuelo! Hay una mala persona celebrity Halloween que arruino mi jardin de sandias".

(Grandpa Canda, Grandpa Canda, please save my garden, Cake! The bad guys who celebrate Halloween are ruining my garden!)

With innocence, Zunta tugged at the Canda T-shirt. He continued to repeat his sentence, hoping that Canda would immediately comply with his wishes.

"¿Donde hay alguien aqui? ¿what is it about Quiere jugar a un disfraz de fantasma en medio del bosque como este? ¿Queen haciendo?"

(Where is anyone here? Who wants to play a ghost costume in the middle of a forest like this? There-there's just you.)

Canda laughs. According to him, Zunta was trying to make a joke. But the joke is not funny at all. Zunta's face was even funnier than her joke.

"¡Hablo en serio, abuelo!"

"Si-si. Como no tenemos dulces, solo los daras cuando vengan, ¿de acuerdo?"

(Yes-yes, you'll just love watermelons if they come, huh? We don't have any candy.)

Zunta beat up Canda with his tiny hand. Upset that Canda would not help him, Zunta sulked. He crossed his arms while turning around with a little footstroke.

"No quiero ir a casa si el abuelo no los echa. No quiero que mi huerto de sandias muera porque han estado durmiendo en el demasiado tiempo".

(I don't want to go home if Grandpa Canda won't throw them out. I don't want my garden to die because they sleep on it.)

Canda loves his granddaughter. In the end, he also had to give up. The words of the little girl successfully made Canda's heart curious.

There are no settlements around this shady wilderness valley. Humans are almost no one to touch the wild around there. Canda is the only one who makes this no man's land as farmland and plantation. So it can be ascertained impossible if there are humans who sleep in the middle of the forest.

Canda lowered his bag of melons and obeyed Zunta's request. The little girl took Canda by the hand, took him into the forest, down the slope to the watermelon plantation.

Zunta pointed at the dilapidated car as he said, "¡Ese es el tipo, abuelo! ¡Tralos! Su maquillaje es demasiado realista. Espeluznante. Tengo miedo's".

(That's the guy, Cake! Expel them! Make up is too realistic. Scary. I fear.)

Zunta is hiding spoiled behind Canda. The old man was quite surprised by the horrifying sight before him. Around here is a fence installed so that no car can reach the bottom. There is usually no vehicle that can reach this area. Looks like the fence has been broken.

Canda immediately approached the man and woman who were in the front seat. He checked. Both men have died.

In the middle seat it turns out there are still no less terrible victims than the two people in the front seat. A small child was lying with his head under the chair and one of his legs stuck in the chair. Fresh blood washed his face. While an umbrella stuck in the belly area of the boy. There was also broken glass stuck in his feet and hands.