The Queen of the Night.

Same But Different

Ana stepped out of the room she had just occupied. He followed the steady steps of someone who he believed might be the body is one of the confidants in the residence.

His steps swayed towards a large and long dining table in the room. After first they went through several aisles to reach the place. The raga immediately resigned, after they reached the dining table depab.

At the dining table, there are various foods that can spoil the tongue for anyone who likes and connoisseurs a little spicy culinary.

A grandfather who still looks young even though he is almost a century old is sitting at the very end of the chair. Seen from the look of his face the rest of his youth, looming in the look of his face that began to age.

Ana estimated the age of the grandfather to be around the age of sixties years. But if you look at it again from the look of his face as if he was only fifty years old.

Indeed if wealth and wealth would be able to manipulate one's age. Although it may be a century old, but because he lives with wealth and luxury so that his age can be covered with the aura of his wealth.

"Come ... " The grandfather's orders ordered Ana to approach.

"Grandfather has sent chefs and chefs to cook, all your favorite dishes. We haven't eaten together in a long time. Forgive the grandfather who has been busy these past few months. Sit Tasya, do not you feel sore feet invited to stand up, now sit down. Enjoy the dishes that are available!"

Ana followed the grandfather's orders. He sat a little far away from his grandfather

"Why are you so far away. Let's sit down by Grandpa. Or you're still mad at Grandpa. Because grandpa locked you up?" asked the grandfather while staring into the clear netra of Ana. Netra they meet. The old netra looks a little glassy, trying to hold the circle of clear crystals that will slide from the old netra.

Soon Ana shook her head, as a sign that she was not angry with her grandfather. Seeing that, the grandfather smiled among his neutrals that still look glassy.

"Thank you if Tasya is no longer angry with Grandpa. Once again forgive grandfather yes, have locked you in your room. Grandpa promise, Grandpa won't lock you up again. You're free to go anywhere, please. Don't forget to go back to your house!" said the grandfather lovingly to his grandson only wayangnya. At the time, he thought it was Tasya. But it was actually Ana.

"Why was Tasya silent? Are you sick?" asked the grandfather with a worried tone.

"No cake, Ana's fine." Ana replied quickly.

"Ana, who's Ana?" ask the grandfather.

Silent for a moment, Ana realized she had mispronounced.

"Death to me, this grandfather called me by what name ... What ya...?" Ana tried to think between her silence. "What donk? Let's brain come to think dong, don't slow down...?"

"Emmm.... Sorry cake, Tasya said wrong. Ana in Arabic means cake. He meant that Tasya was fine, I Tasya" said Ana tried to rectify her speech that slightly sprained her tongue, after she managed to remember the name of who was called by the grandfather.

"Thank God if you're okay, dear Tasya!" There was a sigh of relief from the old body.

"Yes to cake A.. Tasya is fine." Ana quickly calls out her name.

"Let's eat a lot. You look so skinny, honey. During the trip you do not eat. And usually eat you greedy in any place!" Search the grandfather.

"Tasya again diet cake, Tasya tried to stop during the trip."

"Tumben, grandfather's granddaughter dieting and frugality. Usually never either," the grandfather went back to investigate his grandson.

"Ehm... It's cake, Tasya ...."

"Have nothing to think about, now eat a lot!" Grandpa's orders.

"Yes cake ..."

They started eating together without a sound. Only the silence and twang of the spoon that clashed with the plate became the back sound of their meal until it was finished.

The grandfather was a little worried, why was his grandson a little different. Same but different. Usually Tasya he knows looks bengal and bawel. Different from the figure near him at this time. The slim body looks cold, flat, expressionless, but still elegant and beautiful. Irit talk and seem stiff. But the grandfather brushed off his curiosities. What is important for him is that his grandson is currently in good health. Just looking a little skinny from the last he saw. He thought it might be the effect of the long journey taken by the grandson, to have an impact on his weight that looks slimmer.

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