Story Of Gienka Gea: The Witch's Love
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Eighty-one years later....
Moving from one city to another is like a routine activity that Gienka Gea does with family. Eighty-one years later, Gea returns to the city where she first knows what friendship and love are.
Two things are very beautiful but unfortunately very forbidden to him, the creature that he thought was a half-human and half-magical creature but it turns out something more frightening than that.
Leaving the city to avoid the same disaster repeated, is a wound that can never be healed in the life of Gienka Gea. But what can he do? He had accepted the offer that his guardian angel of death had given him. And that was indeed the best offer according to him.
Who would have thought after eighty-one years passed, the footsteps of Gienka Gea back on foot in the city full of history and memories.
In a time when all had aged, Gienka Gea came in the same form but with a different personality. Far from the cheerful word of his former self..
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Taxi doors open. Altair descends in front of a two-story house in East Jakarta area. His body moved closer to the fence. His brown eyes scanned the old yet sturdy building intently.
he took the phone and opened the memo application to check the address record he was looking for. Same. Street name and house number. He was not at home wrong.
His excitement grew when he found the fence was not padlocked. He went into the quiet house, went up to the porch, and broke the front door.
"Excuse me?" yells.
There's no answer.
he knocked again a few times and was firmer. But nil. There's nobody inside.
"Excuse me, ma'am," he said politely.
"Well you ask, where are these house people going, huh? I just said no one answered." Ask politely.
"This house has been empty for a long time, ma'am," replied the woman.
"Since long?” Reload Altair.
"Yes for a long time!? From my mother's time I worked here. I guess it was eighty years. Only the one who has a house asks for his house to remain in guard. The money was transferred to my mother's account by the manager of this house. What is it, mas?" ask the mother to Altair.
Altair frowned, then her facial expression looked puzzled. Then he reached into his pocket. "According to my mother, this is the same house??” Altair took out a paper containing a sketch of the house he had designed himself.
“Hm-this isn't just like mas! But it looks so much! Have you ever been here, huh? Or maybe there is a child owner of this house?” ask the mother.
“Not buk.” Answer Altair.
“Truely this is the home that always goes into my memories and my dreams! But whose house is this? Why do I often see it in my head? And this house has been empty for eighty years? Am I only twenty-five years old? Why do I know the exact shape of this house? Was this part of my life in the past? Maybe I've lived here?” Altair kept asking in her heart. All of this is really like a puzzle piece to her.
“Will I find out.............!” His resolve is unanimous.
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