The Werewolf's

10. Alara ll

"bruukkkkk aaaaa" a body was thrown suddenly when Grandpa Arung was about to enter the weapon shop.

"hahhhhh I'm late" he said, breathing heavily.

"si*l, are you guys just gonna watch?" sniff the man.

Shortly came out a girl wearing a robe stepped towards the man who had been thrown earlier.

Seen 6 people who brought the machete came to head, they surrounded the girl by brandishing the machete.

"hmmm let me see how far it's going" murmured Grandpa Arung.

Alara who was surrounded did not budge in the slightest, her eyes still stared intently at the man whose face was battered.

"what are you waiting for, kill the demon!" his orders.

Alara served the 6 men with her bare hands, her small body jumping to and fro dodging every attack that came.

He deliberately avoided by kinking away from the shop building, one of whom was determined to throw a machete at the watching citizens with the intention of outwitting the concentration of the girl.

When the machete was only a short distance away, the hand of an old man caught it.

"you're too careless Ara" said the man.

"that's because I know you're Grandpa" he said casually.

Ara immediately paralyzed the man who threw a machete, the girl kicked a calf and after a hard kick in his knee, the man was slumped on his face.

Five of his comrades again attacked together, this time Ara did not convolve anymore, his hands nimbly repeled hitting and slapping the face of the powerful pretentious man, the, in each attack, it always ends with a hard kick in the back or stomach that makes them sprawled.

It only took him five minutes to knock out the five men.

"you're too slow" he said as he approached.

"i just played a little with them cake" he said on his waist leaving the man lying down.

"still a powerful snitch?" alara asked the man whose face was now very frightened.

"excuse me, forgive me" he said.

"haha it's ridiculous" he said as he returned to the store.

"bukk .. heh wake you up" said Alara at the kick.

"miss I've admitted defeat, don't beat me again" he said softly.

"it depends on how you behave"

"what ...what should I do?" ambush directly.

"hmm well, bring me a white rose from the forest behind that hill before the full moon arrives tomorrow" he said pointing north "and remember, never think of running away from me, I can smell you from hundreds of kilometers away" he whispered.

"well, I'll find out as much as I can, where should I take her?" said nervous.

"meet me in the forest west of this market, I want you to come during the day, and take it to treat your wounds" he said, giving some money.

"no need miss, I'll be right back" he said, then darted away.

"hihii this is how it feels to have subordinates" he muttered chuckling.

Alara came out to meet her grandfather, there the bandits who were beaten up had gone to escape, the girl approached her grandfather with a plain face as if nothing had happened.

"are you happy little wolf?" ask grandpa Arung.

"yes, I am quite amused" he replied.

Before the two of them stepped away the shopkeeper ran dumbstruck after Alara.

"wait miss!" yells.

"yes, why?" tanyanya.

"this is yours just fell" he said, handing over the blue pendant necklace his father had given him.

"astaga .. I almost lost you" he panicked "thank you uncle" he said.

"no miss, I should be the one to thank" he said.

Alara smiled and took her grandfather home, they both decided to run to arrive before evening at home.

On the other hand the hero has started to go down the hill and immediately into the forest.

"why do I obey him? did I just hunt yah" he murmured

But suddenly he was reminded of the whispers of threats from Alar, let alone the terrifying green eyes.

"ahh no, I better find it safe, I have to get the flower" he said steadily.

Alara rushed to the forest where the promise to meet with Wira, in fact she would doubt the otu man would keep his promise, even if the man ran away also no problem for her.

Upon arrival there he saw a man holding some white roses in his hand, some of which had bloomed and some of them were still buds.

"i thought you ran away" Alara told Wira.

"hmm to be honest at first I wanted to do it, but after I thought I didn't dare miss" she said lowered her head "what is this flower like you, miss?" ask her while handing the rose to Alara.

"ahh yes, beautiful flowers to my liking" he said.

"can I go, miss?" tanya Wira hesitates.

"i'm not going to forbid you to leave, but ..."

"ta-but what miss? I will obey your orders" he said trembling.

"haha there's no need to shake so, I'm just asking you not to commit any more crimes uncle, you're not too old and your body is still strong, you can definitely work or hunt for money, you can, you don't think what if you're in the old man's position? don't you have any pity or sympathy?" alara Long said.

"i don't have a family, miss, my exit died when we were robbed" he said.

"are you really bad uncle, your family died at the hands of robbers and instead you became a bandit who forced the merchants to deposit some money on you? what's the difference between you and the robber who killed your family?"

The man gasped at Alara's words, he felt as if he had a hard blow on his chest, his body shaking violently and his eyes glazed over, how could he forget the robbery dozens of years ago that killed his wife, his son and father-in-law.

He was too immersed in grief, to make him unconsciously enter the world of people who had destroyed his family first.

The man was sitting limp in view of the painful incident, clearly shadowed by the pale face of his family who had been lifeless after their house was robbed.

And now what? he became a bandit? a group that is not much different from the group of vile people who killed his little daughter first.

"huaaaa I'm sorry, I'm sorry son" she cried suddenly.

Alara was still standing beside the man who was now crying a mouthful after hearing his words, she let the man shed his sorrow and regret.

After a moment of crying the man rushed to wipe his tears and stood firmly beside Alara, many times he expressed his gratitude for Alara having awakened him from the wrong path.

"where's uncle's house?" ask Alara.

"i don't have a lady's house, but my house used to be in this little village at the end of this forest" he replied plainly.

"means not far from here?" ask Alara again

"yes" replied the hero.

"do you know what this white rose means?" alara asked back.

A man his father's age just shakes.

"this rose represents so many symbols, from some I know this flower symbolizes true love, it also symbolizes meeting and parting, and another one ... he can also be symbolized as an apology" explained Alara Long.

"take this flower to your family's grave" he said, giving some flowers to Wira.

"i don't dare, I'm even ashamed to come to his grave after committing so many crimes" he said.

"you should dare uncle, don't you regret it? that's why you come over there and place the flower as a symbol of your apology" Alara ordered.

"alright, I'll be there" Wira said.

"then I'll go, thank you uncle's flowers" said the girl cheerfully.

"wait a minute miss" Wira's sergeant stopped Alara.

"what's up? are the flowers lacking?"

"ahh no, I just want to know who your name is and if I may want to know how old you are?" tanya Wira hesitates.

"my name is Alara uncle, my grandfather said I am 15 years old after the next 2 full moon" replied Alara.

"15 years well, if he was alive he would be as big as you now" Wira said.

"who's uncle?"

"my soul mate, my little daughter who died 13 years ago" he said.

"then there is no need to hesitate, immediately go to your appointment, I go uncle! may we meet again" he exclaimed as he ran.

"astaga! very fast running, miss my name is Wira, if you meet me I will be very happy" cried Wira.

"i didn't think a boy my daughter's age could wake me up like this, well I'd come see you Era, I'd apologize to you" he said as he ran.

Alara who had gotten the flower she wanted was obviously very happy, Alara was very fond of white roses since the first time she saw it, she accidentally saw it when she was first invited to hunt by her grandfather.

"where did you get all that? asked grandpa to arrive.

"from someone" he answered briefly.

"later full night, make this old man eat" said Kake Arung.

"wait a moment, I want to put this flower in my mother's grave" she said.

"huuftt poor girl, I know you're just a strong temple, I hear your sobs every night" Arung's grandfather muttered.

Alara stepped not far from Grandpa Arung's house, there was a very well-preserved tomb.

The girl was seen crouching in front of the meal belonging to the woman who gave birth to her first.

"mother! I brought this beautiful flower for you" she said.

"i don't know what you like or don't like, Mom, but I hope you like what I like" she smiled.

"i'm almost 15 years old, ma'am, who I know is a child out there happy to welcome his birthday, but whether I can be happy through the day that coincides with your death" he said.

"as long as I live never once have I seen your face, Grandpa says my face is very similar to yours, only the color of our hair and eyeballs are different, just different,

grandpa also said speaking my language and speaking is as annoying as you are, I'm gonna miss you mom"

I don't know how many times Alara said that at her mother's grave, maybe every time the girl just came to say that.

"mommy, I'll make food for the chatty old man" he said.

Without the girl realizing it, a figure that had been staring at her heartily immediately turned fierce when she heard Alara's words.

"basic grandson less, I should have let him die first in the forest there" grumbled Grandpa Arung.