Secret Alit

The Mystery Behind the Calamity - Part 5

The next day I wore those earrings at school. But apparently, Ara and Monet were also wearing them. The three of us were wearing the same earrings, so our friends mocked us.

"Cie. cie equals her earrings," they said.

Me, Monet, and Ara got a little misbehaved. Though we did not make a deal, but happened to have the same feeling so it could be a twin like this. But we are just ignorant.

"Biarin weee, ngiri yaa," said Ara replied to the tease.

***

This morning, I met Naya and her mother while they were waiting for public transport at a stop near the school. She greeted me.

"Sister Alit!" Sapa Naya's.

I approached them too. It's a bit clumsy, too, since I've never met Mama Naya. Maybe Naya told her about me to her mom. But I don't know what kind of judgment Mama Naya gave me.

"Oh, you're Alit! Thanks yeah. Tell Arlo, Monet, and Ara. You've paid attention to Naya, "I'm surprised to hear that friendly welcome. I was confused as to what to answer.

"Tante becomes aware if a child also needs affection from his mother. During this time, Auntie was busy working until she forgot that Naya needed a playmate" he continued.

"Yes, same aunt. I also like to be able to nemenin Naya," I replied with a sigh.

"Naya looks cheerful after entering Kindergarten as a child custody," he said.

"Thank God! We are also happy to make Naya as cheerful as children her age, Auntie," I said.

"The numbers are close, see you, Alit. Let's have a chat later. This is Aunt going to take Naya to Kindergarten first" said Mama Naya.

"Drug, Brother Alit!" Naya shouted as she waved her hand at me while riding in a public transport car.

***

At school, I also told Naya's condition to Ara and Monet. They were also very happy to hear it.

Likewise with Arlo who looks very happy to hear the news of Naya. I told her about my meeting with Mama Naya on my way home from school. Unfortunately, we couldn't talk much because he had to go home as soon as he was done driving me.

***

This afternoon, I was alone with my grandmother. As usual, I can't wait to hear the continuation of grandma's story. Before starting the story, I made Grandma a cup of warm tea.

"Sir, this is the warm tea" I put the tea on his desk.

Grandma smiled, "Alit would want to hear the follow-up story."

"Definitely Nek, Alit was very curious about the old-school story," I replied.

Then my grandmother started to continue her story.

***

After Mr. Aman and Mr. Big Dipper poured out their hearts about each other's experiences, suddenly the owner of the plaster appeared and immediately sat on the stone throne. Merrka was both shocked.

"Here is creepy, weird. The empty throne suddenly had a person. Don't know where it came from" whispered Mr. Aman to Mr. Big Dipper.

As the two of them were whispering about this spooky place that was busting my fur on its feet, a loud voice suddenly sounded.

"Here, come closer" said the owner.

Both are standing. With leavening steps, they walked over and sat right under the throne. Both of them clenched their hands in honor of the owner of the store. Then, he heard another loud voice.

"You have witnessed an event that you will experience if you continue to seek benefits. There is a reward for the death of a life hostage. The lives of those you love will be hostages."

With life as a hostage, automatically the life of the person will be a prisoner of the supernatural.

"If you stop your intention, there is no agreement. Your beloved children will live, "he continued. "There are still 3 days to make a choice."

"We are disengaging the intention to seek benefits and will go home," replied Mr. Big Dipper in stammering.

Not yet answered, the owner of the parapet disappeared after the two guests canceled their intention to get the assignment.

Luckily, Mr. Aman and Mr. Big Dipper witnessed the terrible impact of the abuser and quickly canceled his intention without waiting three days. With the cancellation of that intention, things became normal again. The two men went straight down the hill before nightfall. When it is dark, the journey to the village under the hill will be more difficult.

***

Hearing Grandma's story, I became reminded of a strange incident that was also related to anxiety. At that time I was busy peeking at the activities in the Empty Sanggar

Suddenly, I felt sucked into another realm. Though I was a sedanv with Ireng at that time, but only I moved to another realm. There seemed to be a very large cage. I approached, apparently there were children cowering in it.

That incident stayed in my mind. Back then, I was just biss flabbergasted and did not understand the process the children could be trapped in such conditions. The children's lives are trapped in another world by the greed of their parents.

Even now, I wonder how anyone could be mired in the valley of the sacrifice of life? The story of Mr. Aman and Mr. Big Dipper shows that the agreement between the perpetrator and the dispatcher is the beginning of the catastrophe.

After meeting the father and son, Alit follows the father who walks home. Apparently he lives in luxury. While his children suffer from pain that is not until when. The actions of a fool and reckless perform a pledge agreement because tempted to get instant wealth without thinking about the consequences. The father's remorse was of no use. He can't turn back time. I am very sad to see the suffering of these children.

***

"Neek. when meeting Naya who is always moody, Alit is also sad. Moreover, those children who have to suffer throughout the ages to serve the devil.

Grandma smiled at me because the story had taken hold of my feelings.

"It's good to be smart and kind" said the grandmother as she stroked my hair.

"Oh yes, Grandma, this morning Alit met his mother Naya. Mama Naya says Naya has changed to be more cheerful. He seems to have a lot of friends now. He thanked Alit, Arlo, Ara, and Monet" I said.

"This earring that Ara loved, from her omnya who just returned from abroad. I'm the same Monet and Ara are twins," I showed off the earrings I wore to Grandma.

"Good, grandma wanted to ask, but forgot" said grandma.

"Arlo said good too!" I said with a smile.

"Mother, make a sponge cake. The story continues tomorrow. Alit wants a chocolate banana sponge made by grandma," I whine to grandma.

"May," answered the grandmother.

I then prepare butter, sugar, bananas, chocolate, and eggs. Grandma concocted it, and I mixed it.

"Neek...is it a round or square one?" My toot.

"Round," said the grandmother.

Because I really like the sponge made by my grandmother, I also prepare a baking pan that is a big gasket.

"Well, I don't know most of the time" said the grandmother, surprised to see the big baking sheet I was carrying.

"Definitely finished, Grandma, if Alit eats," I grinned as I answered.

***

After a while, the grandma-made sponge came out of the oven. The shape is nice and fluffy.The fragrant aroma fills the room after coming out of the oven.

"Sir, if Alit's birthday, make this sponge kayak dong for temen2 at school," I said.

"Birthday's a long time, next month, right?" Grandma's speech.

"Yes, Grandma, next month. But Alit pesennya from now hehe," I said sulking.

"Beres, as long as you help fix it. Grandma pegel held the mixer," replied the grandmother with a laugh.

"Okay, Grandma!"

Afterwards, I prepared a large container of ceper plates for the cake. Bolu was split in the middle to then smeared with butter cream.

"Buset, very fragrant. Kiss you until the terrace," said Kak Luni who suddenly appeared with Aciel.

"Oh, just ngagetin!" My answer.

"Aciel, cobain sponge made by grandma. Djamon's addicted!" Said Brother Luni.

Aciel also welcomed Kak Luni's offer with pleasure. Eat that sponge with greed.

"Enaaakk" said Aciel.

Suddenly I remembered my routine work, which was watering Kak Luni's plants. But since there is Aciel, Brother Luni is not angry with me. I rushed to the terrace to water the plants.

"Want to water the plants? Let Big Brother be," I was dumbfounded to hear Kak Luni speak softly like that.

"O-oh, yaudah, sister. Then I take a shower first" I replied stammeredly because I was still astonished.

That afternoon, we enjoyed a sponge made by my grandmother. Ireng sat on the floor and seemed to want to eat the sponge as well. I looked at him and muttered, "Ireng can't, huh."

He turned to look at me as if he understood. Then, I also took Ireng's favorite paint snack.

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