The Gold urn Changed my Destiny

Professor Azrul Dies

“Abang, do you have a girlfriend?” Helmi immediately asked Lil O, as she paid for her food.

“Not yet, Neng, no one wants to mah the same brother. Ugly like this,” said Lil O low.

“Who said Brother is ugly? If Neng mah, Brother handsome very!” praise Helmi with flushed cheeks. Lil O simply smiled in response to the compliment.

“Then, would you like to be Neng's husband?” ask Helmi expectantly.

“Hah?” It felt, Lil O's eyes were about to jump so wide he heard what Helmi said. “Neng don't be kidding so. Wedding is not allowed in joking!”

“Who is joking? Neng mah, speak honestly, sincerely from the heart. Neng wants to marry Brother. But, Neng is a lot of lack, can not cook, less feminine and a little rough, but Neng will soon learn, hopefully soon change,” said Helmi with a serious face, she looked at Lil O firmly.

Lil O looked at Helmi seriously, looking for lies, but Helmi's face looked solemn without laughing a single bit.

“Neng serious?” Lil O asked back, making sure. Helmi nodded.

Lil O swallowed his saliva. He thought for a moment. “Alright, then, Brother will talk to mother in the village, and also friend Abang Qiram first. Only you can tell me the answer, how?”

Helmi smiled. “Alright, immediately notify Neng yes, Bang. And before that, you can chat or phone Neng,” he said expectantly.

After conversing with Lil O and eating his entire meal, and bringing some food packs, Helmi returned in a taxi to where her subordinates were waiting.

***

Professor Azrul was still crazy and looking for urns, until he saw a jar of gold.

He laughed happily, he bought the urn for a very expensive price.

“Hahahha! Finally, I got you a jar too! I'll be rich, happy! My granddaughter's life will be happy and have a treasure,” he said laughing happily. He didn't even look around when crossing.

The jar he had just bought, which was still tightly held, was now broken, like a broken bone and a collarbone that could no longer move his head. On his nose, ears, and lips were shedding a lot of blood. However, his brain was still thinking about the urn.

“Oh, my urn...” the murmur is weak. He tried to grab the shards of the urn with his hand.

He smiled wryly, as it took at least another five centimeters of his fingertips to touch the broken slab of the urn. “Will I lose you a second time.... Aaaaah...aahhh...”.

Professor Azrul died with wide eyes, with unattainable ambition.

Melati who just learned the news of her grandfather's accident, rushed there with Rangga. His grandfather's body had been taken by police, the scene of the incident had also been given a police line.

Melati cries bitterly.

“Malati, the patient.” Rangga.

“I have no one else, only Grandpa I have, Rangga..” lirih Melati crying.

Rangga rubbed Melati's back gently and gave a tissue to wipe the tears on Melati.

“There's me. I am your friend, I will always be there for you from now on, do not be sad anymore,” persuaded Rangga.

After a police checkup, Professor Azrul was immediately buried. Rangga still faithfully accompanied Melati, from bathing to burying Melati's grandfather, he was always beside the girl.

“Already, come on, let's go home. There's no one here anymore. Come on!" Rangga hugged Melati's shoulder, breaking her up to get up from the funeral.

“You must be sincere about the departure of your grandfather, who is strong and patient.” Rangga hugged Jasmine