The Werewolf's

09. Alara

Time seemed to quickly pass, the baby wolf who used to be in his jump was still red-skinned, now had grown into a beautiful maiden of responsibility, her face was very similar to Arumi's mother.

"afternoon already! clean yourself up and cook me a grilled chicken, you don't see your grandfather almost starving to death" Ki Arung told the girl who was practicing swordplay.

"wait a minute for the cake" cried the girl.

"basic stubborn boy" grumbled the grandfather.

Alara had grown well in the care of the white-cloaked grandfather, her blue eyes and hair adding to the wolf girl's beauty.

Growing up without feeling the affection of his parents would have been a personal injury for him, he always remembered his grandfather's story of how his mother died to save him, and about his father who did not know how until now.

Almost 15 years Alara lived in seclusion with grandfather Arung, he only occasionally came out when his grandfather sold the hunted to the market, the reason is rarely out of course because in addition to the physical is very striking, he was also afraid of meeting the bloodthirsty werewolf who was after him.

"haaah bruukkk"

Alara dropped herself after a full day of training, her clothes wet from the sweat that was released, Grandpa Arung who saw her from the front of the house just shook his head to see the behavior of his adopted grandson.

"if you want to die of exhaustion at least feed me" said Grandpa Arung upset.

"haisshh this grandfather, let me breathe for a moment, I promise I will give you a burnt deer tomorrow" said Alara still lying on the grass.

"promise? just be careful if you lie, I'll curse you to be a goat demon" hardiknya.

"it's nice, a beautiful wolf like me could be a stinking goat" he said as he approached his grandfather.

Grandpa Arung always talk arbitrarily to Alara, and the girl also unconsciously follows her grandfather's way of speaking.

"some more full moon you'll be 15 years old, when are you planning to leave this old man?" asked Grandpa Arung to open the chat.

"either cake, I want to immediately find out the truth about my father's news, but I'm a little worried that this old man will die lonely here" Alara said.

"tukkk" the twig that had been in the hands of Grandpa Arung floated into Alara's head.

"basic bratty" said the grandfather.

"aduuhhhh" mumbled Alara while stroking her head that was hit by a twig.

"if you know you grew up to be a brash girl like this I'll just let you die in the woods there first" said the grouchy grandfather.

"cckkkk if grandfather let me die then grandfather lost the opportunity to have a grandchild as beautiful as myself" said Alara confidently.

"halah is still waiting for a goat on your appeal" said Grandpa Arung dropping his grandson's pride.

"what? ... let me arrow that pretentious si*lan goat" said Alara annoyed.

"aaaa no no, how many of my relatives have died because of your irritation" the grandfather said.

"hm huhhhh I'm going to take a shower" Alara said.

"it's really a brash grandson" murmured the grandfather.

The night is almost coming, but Alara has not returned from the river where she used to bathe, Grandpa Arung began to go back and forth on the porch of his house because not usually his wayward grandson came home until dark.

Grandfather Arung went inside to pick up the torch and a sword of his, he stepped towards the river where his grandson used to bathe.

Until there Grandpa Arung saw the figure of a long barambut squatting near the river.

"hiks hyx"

From a distance that began near Grandpa Arung could hear the sound of sobs crying girl.

"what are you doing here?" ask Grandpa Arung to Alara.

"huaaa grandfather, the dagger is cake .. Dad's dagger is missing" he said, hugging his grandfather's leg.

"i've been searching by diving into the bottom of the river but I can't find it" he continued.

Grandpa Arung patted his own eel, he who was initially a little worried afraid of his grandson why why now he just wanted to laugh at him.

"you here, when your foot is grabbed by the sword you don't care, the dagger thing is gone and you cry like this?" ask lalek Arung wonder.

"but the dagger belongs to my father, it's the only thing I have left" he said.

"i'll help you look for it tomorrow, as soon as we go home it's dark" said grandfather calming.

"and one more thing, the dagger is not the only relic of your father, but there it is" said the grandfather pointing to a necklace decorated with blue gems around Alara's neck.

Alara clasped the necklace her father gave her, as if she was also afraid that it would disappear, she walked in her grandfather's hand, although she is not a spoiled girl but she will cry if she loses her parents' belongings.

Grandpa Arung still clearly remember when Arumi's arrow was accidentally used to hunt, the arrow stuck in the foot of a deer that ran before dying, the arrow was stuck in the foot of a deer that ran before dying, grandfather Arung was in the works when Alara asked for the arrow to be returned to her hand.

With great difficulty the old man went through the forest in search of the deer that escaped from his shot, fortunately the deer died not too far from him.

Until the house saw Alara's face was still moody, she just stayed in her room without talking.

"you really want this old man to die of hunger?" ask Grandpa from outside his room.

Alara who was sad at that time just remembered that she had not prepared dinner for her grandfather.

"ah sorry I forgot" he said immediately rushing to the back.

Since Alara has been good at cooking Grandpa Arung never cook again, eating his grandson's cooking has become a pleasure for him.

Not how long has been smelled the aroma of roasted chicken from the kitchen, the aroma of sauteed spices derived from vegetables is also no less fragrant.

"grandfather the food is ready!" shout Alara.

Grandpa Arung rushed into the house after hearing the call of his grandson, he greedily ate every processed food Alara.

"grandfather tomorrow I want to go to the market" said Alara arrived.

"for what? is our supply up?" asked Grandpa Arung arrived.

"i want to buy something" he replied.

"all right, morning we're leaving" replied the grandfather.

The next morning according to the promise of their grandfather Arung left the house, the situation that was still early in the morning was not a problem for Alara, her eyes were very careful to see in the dark though.

The two of them walked for almost half a day to reach the destination (market), until there Alara entered the shop selling plant seeds.

"do you want to farm?" asked Grandpa Arung in wonder.

"what here sells rose seedlings?" ask Alara.

"the rose? no, we are just selling madam farm seeds" he replied kindly.

"where did the seedlings sell?" ask Alara again.

"i don't know, but if you want roses, at the end of this market there is a house that has a large rose garden, just try to ask or buy from him" the shopkeeper suggested.

"so well, thank you" he said kindly and walked away.

"as soon as I saw her eyes were green, did I see it wrong?" muttered the shopkeeper.

After leaving the store Alara looking for the whereabouts of her grandfather.

"lhoo where did grandpa go?" alara was confused.

After flirting to and fro to find his grandfather, Alara decided to wait in front of the gun shop that was located opposite the plant store.

Because it was too saturated to finally enter and intend to see see there, Alara remembered with a pair of small daggers owned by her father who accidentally fell one into the river.

"excuse me, is here selling a dagger that looks like this? ask the waiter of the store.

"oh this is a hunting dagger? you're using this, miss?" ask the friendly waiter.

"only occasionally" Alara replied.

"let's come with me, I'll show you" asked the waiter.

Alara was invited to climb the second floor, there are various hunting tools and weapons that are commonly used by warriors.

"this lady, may there be something that suits your wishes" he said softly.

After seeing one by one the collection there, it turns out that there is nothing similar to the dagger owned by his father, and because it felt a little bad Alara decided to buy a small knife with a beautiful handle for her to keep.

When he was about to pay Alara felt interested in an old ring hidden in the corner of the room.

"excuse me sir, is the ring for sale?" ask Alara.

The cashier immediately dropped a glance at the place where Alara pointed.

"what do you mean this ring, miss?" tanyakanya.

Alara nodded and smiled towards the man in front of her.

"if you want to take it, it's free" he said, putting the ring in front of Alara.

"why is that sir?" ask Alara wonder.

"actually the ring has been in this store for decades, but somehow everyone who buys it always comes back here" he explained.

"didn't that benefit you?" alara.

"we initially thought so, too, but over time no one was interested in buying it, so if you want to take it"

"well thank you" he said as he walked away.

When he was about to come out accidentally he collided with someone.

"bruukkk aww" said Alara.

"if the road uses the eyes" denounced the figure in front of him.

Alara grumbled at the words of the figure in front of her, she looked up her head to see what the face of a person speaking was like.

"uhh sir, what's the need to come here?" greet the shop owner while running small.

"the chairman told me to take tribute here" he said coldly.

"but sir, it is not that the tribute was taken 2 days ago" complained the old man.

"it's none of my business, give it up quickly or my men will destroy your shop" he threatened.

"but sir, you know this shop is so quiet, how am I supposed to pay tribute again?" complained again.

"just pay with one of your beautiful daughters haha haha" said someone who had just entered with a laugh.

"chairman" said the haughty man earlier lowered his head.

"sorry sir, I promise to pay tribute tomorrow, don't bring my daughter" the old man pleaded.

It appears that two girls, one of whom is serving Alara, are docked to a corner of the wall in fear.

Alara who felt annoyed at the arrogance of the man who hit her was further irritated by the annoying sight in front of her.

"brakkkk" "disgusting" he said with a fist pounding the wooden floor until it saw some cracks.

The people there were immediately stifled by the shock of seeing a small-bodied girl acting that bold, like that, everyone knows that the figure in the store is the leader of the bandits who claim to be the guard of market security, even though the riots that occurred in the market during this time were their actions.

The fat man who was called as the chairman was crouching, he intended to see the face of Alara who had been bowed since earlier after colliding earlier.

"who is this brave little girl?" asked the man scoffed.

"sorry chairman, let me take care of it"

"ah no no, I like the bravery of this girl Wira" ... "what's your name sweet?" said again.

Without answering, Alara stared intently at the man before her, glimpsing glint in the girl's eyes, the girl's blue eyes looking sinister to the bandit leader in front of her, even the fat man was uprooted by him.

"get out of this place" said Alara who is now standing in front of the powerful man.

"the lanc...."

"again now!" sniped the girl hard.

Ki Arung who had been looking for the whereabouts of his granddaughter immediately riled up when he heard the sound of the cry of the wolf girl who had been treated a dozen years ago.

"ahh si*l, is he going berserk?" his grunts while stepping closer.

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