THE SOUL OF MAYRA

22 (Monday age)

Yoke!!

Glass glass hit the glass table, managed to fill the silence even for a moment. Eyes that begin to be less clear, as a result must wear glasses. Focused on the map in his hand.

Hair that has begun to gray adds to the impression of age maturity in the twilight.

Grandpa, he is no longer young. He is still strong in his duty. Take care of furniture stores that already have several branches in this city of his residence. Although not much, ten are not. Boro-boro ten, five not even exist.

Although not as successful as others, Grandpa remains grateful. At least he and his family were able to survive without the results of laying hands on humans. Pretending to squeeze even a ragged appearance.

Naudzubillah!

Don't get like that. Indeed, Allah does not like those who ask. God prefers little results but with his own efforts. Even if he does not have it, God tells His servant to cover it up.

"Pa, it's still a long time?"

Suddenly Grandma appeared. Make skin that has wrinkled plus wrinkled. Grandpa stared at the watch in his left hand. It's only eleven o'clock. Usually Grandma will call if taking lunch together.

But these?

"What's so long, Pa?" Grandma asked back. The middle-aged woman looks healthy and fit despite her age. Just like Grandpa.

The condition of grandparents like this makes Candra, Rika and her two grandchildren relieved even though they rarely meet and gather. There is still a cell phone to call. The age is sophisticated now. Demand humans to compensate too.

"Why did you suddenly come here, Ma?" Grandfather asked. "Usually—"

"You went to the orphanage, Pa. Can, right?" trim Grandma. Makes grandfather understand.

"Come, we're leaving now." Grandma waved her hand at grandfather, asking him to get up immediately.

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In the xenia car it was only filled with death discussion by grandma. Sometimes grandfather nods if he agrees with his wife. Which turned out to be able to bind his body.

"Mama's aware, Pa. If it turns out that God loves our firstborn son and his wife." Suddenly the conversation that made grandfather fret turned to make grandfather reminisce melancholy memory.

"Pa .. if time can be played back. Mom wants everything to be the way it used to be. Complete and full of happiness. Is there any point in mama talking about this, Pa?"

Grandpa felt the difference in his wife's voice. There was a wry bandage that made his mind flinch to the melancholy of memory a few years ago. Although it has passed, but it does not sink just like that in thousands of new memories.

"Destiny is God's secret. As ordinary beings, helpless beings, we can only accept and be loyal to the Power," said grandfather.

Saying it was indeed smooth but feeling it was heartbreaking. The grief then remembered again. Shaking the two hearts of the twilight couple. Their driver could also feel how happy the current employer was.

"Stop wondering, because actually the word unlocks the devil's deceit."

Grandfather thought enough of that sentence as the ultimate. I think that's enough of that sentence to be a lock on an open old memory. Grandfather reckon this is not the right time to sail to the ocean of grief.

"If one of us is gone, don't cry about it. Don't lament as we mourn the passing of our eldest son, Pa," Grandma said. Clearly her voice was holding back tears.

"God willing..."

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