The Gold urn Changed my Destiny

Eating with Grandchildren

Qiram sat pensively in the corner of the bed. Look at the screen of the phone that is already dark. “Your body also does not exist?” qiram asked without looking at Hafisa.

“Only this lingerie and kimono,” replied Hafisa.

“It seems like everyone is happy to prank us, but there is no choice, I am very tired. So, tonight we sleep in bed without clothes.” Qiram twisted his body and looked at Hafisa.

“I'm tired and sleepy, that's okay, right?” Qiram looked at Hafisa.

“Ya, of course it's okay.”

After listening to that, Qiram approached towards the bed, getting into the blanket. Inside the blanket, he took off his towel and threw it towards the sofa that was on the left wall of the bed.

“You want to go to sleep, yes?” ask Hafisa.

“Yes, my body feels tired and sore all day is quite busy,” replied Qiram.

“Ooh, so. Good night Qiram.” Hafisa smiling.

“Ya, you too, happy break.” After saying that, Qiram chose to close his eyes.

***

Elsewhere, Professor Azrul scrunched his head. “Why did this happen? Shouldn't he be successful and rich? Why did he go to jail and get caught doing this dishonorable act? Was his life long ago, before he was rich and famous, he stuck this case first? You see, one more year anyway, he will be a successful man with companies and shopping centers everywhere, even he has a share of recreation,” he thought.

“Grandpa, come on, eat first, I've cooked food for grandpa. Don't think too much, and don't push yourself too much. I'm happy living with grandpa, which matters to Grandpa. I don't need anything else. Everything is enough, grandfather's pension can be for us to eat, I can also sell to meet our eating needs.” Professor Azrul's grandson said.

His grandson was silent, his father was stupid, if not stupid, he would not be deceived people, let alone end up killing himself, while his mother, who knows where the dread, would not be, professor Azrul is all he has.

“You are my most beautiful grandson. Facesjust like my son, your skin like your mother's, their fusion makes you very beautiful. Grandpa hope, a rich man can fall for you!”

His grandson was silent again. “Ya already, come on, we eat.” Professor Azrul tried to stand with his rock stick with his right hand to get up and assisted by his grandson in the left hand.

“This is for Grandpa,” he said thrusting fish soup, as they were already sitting at the dinner table.

“Why have you always masakin this Grandpa? Grandpa is tired of knowing, Grandpa also wants food like you eat it!”

“Can't Cake. These foods are a lot of cholesterol, but all fats, contain a lot of salt and micin. This Grandpa Fish Soup, the salt I bought for Grandpa.”

Professor Azrul grunts.

“This is all for Grandpa's sake. I don't want Grandpa to be sick. I don't want to be alone in this world if grandpa leaves, grandpa understands, right?”

“Iya.”

After eating, Professor Azrul again read the article about Roki, some of the Roki places and businesses that he remembered, then the auction of second-hand goods.

“Where should I find that urn, huh? I'm pretty sure the urn is in that suburb, around black times, one of the rulers there is named Soleman. I have to find the guy, who knows I'm lucky and find the urn. I will ask for a house, jewelry and a lot of money for my grandson,” he said with a smile of his own.